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Poems of the Week

Thoughts into Stanza

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    Muse

    By Jazmin Mehrmann

    I sit to write
    By your advice
    To confess and drift
    Above your sway
    Authors of sound play
    And with each note
    My head lulls
    To the hum of what I understand
    The distance which comprehends
    And it helps me to forget
    What I’ve forgotten
    For your sake

    Agrikol

    Nick Lanyon

    Go MTL
    Try M in loft
    Buy Juno-6
    Do BNM
    Run T-Shirt game
    Drop 5.8
    Bunz Juno-6
    Print resumé
    Bus Agrikol

    The Blue Bird

    By Michael Dutton

    Seeing a bird climbing a tree
    Instead of
    flying on to it
    Can be
    One of
    the most upsetting
    Moments in my day

    Hitchhiked to Huronia St.

    By Michael Dutton

    There’s a moon
    That goes down
    Red
    Low
    Today I meet John and Lisa
    It’s an Omen
    Occulant moon
    Hunched over my feet
    Subside dream it’s here

    Hiccup ~ Hiccough

    By Vernon Le Craw

    History.

    History.

    Well, I enjoy repetition as much as the next, next.
    However, some people are far, far too stimulated
    By circulation. The cloud imagination
    We share with the money manufacturers
    Has made it all too easy for anything to look brand-new.
    Yellow hue number 52…
    I’m still waiting on the old blue…

    Freedom is pending while free and dumb is trending.
    Time is on the market and the stocks are in a constant state of flux
    Sell time, to spend time
    Make time, to waste time
    Emotional detriment is something we all subsidize
    And caring enough to voice an opinion about yourself and your surroundings has become such the domineering act of endearment.
    So you better not
    Realize.
    Reflect.
    React.
    OR ELSE!
    The flower children and their disembodied bulbs will float away…
    With their pedals that managed to escape our desires on the days we gave away for more of the same.

    To love, or not?
    That’s all behind the point.
    Just don’t get too attached,
    So we can pretend to be poetic when we assume.
    The unknown is worthy to be placed upon a pedestal.

    Belittle each other,
    Ignore the something to prevent ourselves from these recursive gestures.

    Just be, and do
    Nothing but cog-work in the mechanical zoo.