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Roses are Red Violets are Blue by Jason Wright

So a lot of people don’t get poetry
this poem is for them…

Roses are red, Violets are blue

This is the beginning of a poem
You’ve known since childhood
This is the beginning of a poem
When people used to say
That poetry began with this lame phrase
So confused are people about who poets are and what they do
And only know Poe and Dr. Seuss
Some people need a new introduction
To the written word
Welcome to the warmth of the earth
You’ve known poetry
since the day of your birth
And continue to know it
Listen to the words on the radio
Flowing from a hi-fi stereo
Each word was scribbled down first
On pad from paper from papyrus
And you listen to it,

That’s another notion about poetry
That its only for boring intellectuals who use difficult verse to describe a mundane universe
Of words
Then there is the difference between snapping and clapping
There’s really no difference
Both showing love
One sounds a little too pretentious
And the other is the human response
To words that move you and make you feel something
Different then your used to
Then there is the classics
Everyone was forced to learn in school
To be or not to be, do not go gentle into that good night, the pledge of allegiance
All words all poems
All have different meanings
But I don’t want to lose the audience
back to the beginning
Roses are red, Violets are blue
But before I go
Let me tell you
poetry is for everyone who has words or worse to worry with
Everyone has this talent to do this
So when someone says poetry is for pretentious idiots
It is, but it is also for
the spiritualist
The activist
The hip hop kids
The linguist
The wordsmith
The worse for wear
And the neverdids
The headbangers
The wallflowers
The muscle head
And brain dead
Potheads
The patriot
And the anarchist
The tame and the loud
The free
The shackled
The ashamed
And proud
The lover
The martyr
The show stoppers
And the ticket takers

Poetry is for you listening
And me writing this
Little list
Of people id like to see join
me

The community needs you

Fuck roses are red violets are blue
If you think that poetry is that
Then you might want to read this one again

Or pick up the pen
I guarantee you’ll feel something
And if you don’t
Well that’s your opinion
However stupid

your entitled to it
And I’m entitled to write a thousand poems
To disprove it

All you need to do is write down a sentence or two
An then two more
Then let your mind go
And damn
You’ll be looking at a poem

And you can thank me when I see you again.

Or Email me.
Email is good too.

(Oddballeditor@yahoo.com)

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Salem Poetry Trials by Jason Wright

Witches are stupid
Poets kind of are like witches
We all stick to our covens
Our cauldrons
Our magic wand
But I couldn’t get down with witches
Back in Salem
When I was falling asleep in a crawlspace
PBR left out to warm
Ready to drink in the morning
Where I talked to the TV and
Branded myself blood brothers with Andrew
Where I left one morning
Nights and nights without sleeping
And decided to walk myself right into
A hospital
Salem rock city
That day after where we would walk to the park
With our guitars
and showcased new songs
At yellow dogged cafes
Where I would meet my friends and share songs
Oh how I loved them
I was sick then
And didn’t realize it
I’m sick now
But I deal with it
A lovely illness
Where unchecked you become
Solitarily confined to your own madness
I thought I would feel something up here
With all these wonderful poets
But I am not one of them
I write for life
Even in the mix of their cauldron
I still didn’t fit the mix
I always feel that my words are my life
And if I don’t share them with you
We will remain strangers
And within all these poetic parlor tricks
I am writing alone
On a park bench not a
Friend to share this with
I am alone
In my own ugliness.
On a beautiful day
I still feel sadness
It’s a lovely world
I’d rather be in this lonely
Wolf pack
Then a shadow beneath your feet
I’d rather be alone with my thoughts
Then the stars.

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Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday by Jason Wright

I dropped the ball today

Fell on my face today

Almost broke my headphones

And heart today

Limped around all day

Looked crazy today

Said that I couldn’t take it anymore today

Wrote today

Almost lost my mind today

Found out pain is real today

Sometimes when you think you feel nothing

You are reminded

Pain is very much real

Usually it is

In my heart

My chest when I breathe

My head when I think

My motivation when I move

My thoughts and how they protrude

Out of my skin, like if this was the beginning

Surely theres an end

Of pain

Thought I couldn’t handle my day today

Said I was ashamed today

Said I was crazy today

Looked at someone the wrong way today

Tripped over my feet today

God kicked my ass today

But I got to come home to you

And ordered chinese food

And I guess everything wasn’t so bad

Today.

Yesterday, I felt fine

Only pain was in my brain

Not in my skin

I don’t have skin

I’m just muscle and tendon

Wrapped loosely with ribbons

But tomorrow is a new day,

So I will enjoy the night tonight

Where I can sit down and write tonight

Relieve my pain with each sentence typed

Look at you and feel fine tonight

Laugh with you and laugh away the pain, tonight

Love you cause you love me tonight

And everything will be alright tonight,

Everything will be alright.

Tonight

Today is over,

Tomorrow is a whole ‘nother animal

But maybe I’ll stop and see the city tomorrow

Really stop and see

The city

tomorrow