#California poetry

[jadeannbyrne]

Discover the Rich Bounty of California with Jade Ann Byrne

Discover the Rich Bounty of California with Jade Ann Byrne Welcome to Art by Jade Ann Byrne, where the beauty of California’s diverse agricultural heritage meets intricate, modern design. As a proud Californian, my art is deeply inspired by the landscapes, produce, and natural wonders that make this state so special. Today, I’m excited to share a collection of artwork that not only celebrates…

[manwalksintobar]

I Walk in the History of my People // Chrystos

There are women locked in my joints for refusing to speak to the police My red blood full of those arrested in flight shot My tendons stretched brittle with anger do not look like white roots of peace In my marrow are hungry faces who live on land the whites don’t want In my marrow women who walk 5 miles every day for water In my marrow the swollen hands of my people who are not allowed to hunt to move to be In the scars of my knee you can see children torn from their families bludgeoned into government schools You can see through the pins in my bones that we are prisoners of a long war My knee is so badly wounded no one will look at it The pus of the past oozes from every pore This infection has gone on for at least 300 years Our sacred beliefs have been made into pencils names of cities gas stations My knee is wounded so badly that I limp constantly Anger is my crutch I hold myself upright with it My knee is wounded see How I Am Still Walking

[pellazg]

I tasted her lips and realised ive been starving.

[apoemaday]

A Supermarket in California

by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!–and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

[sherrylephotography]

My photography @sherrylephotography

Taken 9/23 posted 1/24

Ocean horizon like a dream I romanticize

Golden hour colors entice

Dreams can be free and have no price

[motherdaughterholyspirit]

Sharing 72's

I never had more to lose

Than proximity to your world

And being your girl

Come find me on the dirt road

Come tell me I was always yours

[h0rifix]

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯?"

- 𝐡𝟎𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐱. (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐). ‘salt in the wound’.

[local-gemini]

[yourfavsaggitarius]

[pellazg]

If she on tumblr , she a keeper.

[dolletteamine]

photos taken by lana del rey for her poetry book violet bent backwards over the grass (pt. 1)

[icedoutfiji]

I wanna be the object of your affection

Gimme all your time, touch, money and attention

Pick me up after school, you can be my baby

Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy

He's rich and I'm wishing, um, he could be my mister yum

Delicious to the maximum, chew him up like bubble gum

I'm his pretty party favor, he says I'm his favorite flavor

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You say that I'm flawless, true perfection

So give me all your drugs, props, money, and connections

Pick me up after school, actin' kinda shady

You the coolest kid in town, I'm your little lady

He's sick and I'm kissin' him, magical musician, hum

Drivin' at the cinema, lovin' him and lickin' him

He's my lovely life saver, doesn't mind my bad behavior

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My baby the best-best, slipping off my party dress (Ooh)

Sending dirty text-text, yo, he never lets me rest (Ooh)

He likes to take me downtown, Cipriani in the bay (Ooh)

And it makes me, makes me hot

Makes me say yes!

[insummerigrieve]

poem by me.

[jazlin4ever]

[sherrylephotography]

My photography @sherrylephotography

December 29, 2023

Lively conversation

Wonderful diversion

Eight ball and cue

Haven't got a clue

Skipping along

Singing a song

Shadows grow

Starting to slow

Pond shimmers

Always remember

[ogwriter22]

I wish...

I wish I was my mother's son

Provide her without a fear

Give a warm shoulder for her tears

Make her proud and wear

Her proudest smile