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Throw Your Sweetness into the Pan – and Cook All Your Emotions Until There’s Earthquakes Re-arranging Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem wants to be every sky that the human race has ever touched, the poem wants to be your ecstasy, I build and build the world all over the poem – I put history into a syringe and I inject you with history and then you thrash into the music and you swim inside of a song and you become all the sunlight and plants and animals all around you – you become atoms drifting away from each other you become millions of colliding things in this moment of sunlight and rain and tranquility and chaos fighting all over the earth – everything is this fanatical right now – and the phrase of poetry is a baseball bat bashing imagery and poetry into your head over and over again and the poem becomes all the eyes and emotions and thoughts of people throughout history spilling across every line of poetry and the poem touches the human race and smiles upon their upward struggle towards progress and greatness this poem is the human race rebuilding the cities after war this poem is the brain of the scientist bursting and colliding and erupting towards a cure for AIDS and the Poet strangles the rulers of the earth one by one and throws their corpses unto a pile of garbage and then a stream of wonder and brilliance baths the human race in its own greatness
Copyright 2006 by Wolf Larsen
by Jennifer Arnett6 months ago
Does anyone have any tips for beginning to write poetry?I haven't written very many poems in my life. It's just not something I'm good at, but I would like to get better. Thank you!
by Erick Hernandez7 days ago
I would like to improve my article. It's featured, but it has a hubscore of 56. That's unacceptable.https://hubpages.com/literature/Mothers-Day-Prose-PoemHow do I fix it?
by Gary R. Smith5 years ago
What is your favorite poem or prose that you wrote?Mine is the first prose I wrote, in 1971. It is titled, 'The Universe is You.'
by WolfLarsen5 years ago
There is no correct way to write poetry! But one thing to remember is that poetry is like whiskey and prose is like beer.
by Nancy Hinchliff5 months ago
Which do you find the hardest to write: prose poetry or rhyming poetry and why?
by em_saenz6 years ago
Please help me understand the November contest rules,QUOTE:Qualifying RequirementsContain a minimum of 500 words (if the entry is a photo gallery or poem, an explanation of the poem or description of the photos is...
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