
my mom ain't no Suemy mom ain't no Suemy mom ain't no Sue2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry
not perfectly good
she raised me to be
misunderstood
she's caused me guilt
and grief
and wo
didn't love her once
and I let her go
but that's all behind us
though storms still come
and if we were British, I'd say
"I love you, mum."
'cause these days I mean it
and these days I do
but still my mother
ain't no Sue
she's goofy and crazy
emotions ain't right
but she gives me chicken
so I guess she's alright
she's crazy like me
and loves me to pieces
in its strangest form
this is still what love is
I used to think
it would suck to be her
in appearance or action
would be the end of the world
but she's not so bad now
she's

My Mother's DayBy: HumanStickMy Mother's Day2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
04/28/2013
A smile of warmth and tenderness,
A glow that lights the room.
A spoken word, soft and mild
To chase away the gloom.
Comfort for the day and night,
A hug to see me through.
Encouragement to kneel and pray.
Advice to start anew.
Firm words to help me learn,
To make a better way.
A listening ear, intent on me
For when my sorrows stay.
Tears to shed when life is hard.
And some when life is fair.
Lessons, always there for me,
To guide me, to prepare.
A testamony to God above,
A strength of mind and heart.
Service to help others grow,
A joy for Nature's Art.
Faith for when the days go dark,
Light to show the path.

Wielblad Eugeniusz part 2 - Sama se zrób śniadanie - mruknęła Ms. Wielbłąd. - Nie mam do Was siły.Wielblad Eugeniusz part 22 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
- A kto ma - Eugeniu spojrzał na Kamilkę. - Gdybym miał taką córkę też bym oszalał.
- Jesteś moim bratem!
- Ale nie matką - Gieniu zaczął robić sobie kanapkę. - Z czym chcesz?
- M msłem rzhowym... - mruknęła Kamilka.
- Co?
- Z masłem orzechowym.
- Masz uczulenie - przypomniała Ms. Wielbłąd.
- Cholera! No to ze srem.
Eugenio się zaśmiał. Zrobił kanapkę z serem i z masłem orzechowym. Kamilce poda

Acrostic 3Tijuana is a nice place. tijuana is soAcrostic 33 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Important and a beautiful place. My tia
Juana lives in Tijuana. My tia Juana felt very
Unhappy to move to another country.
And there is another aunt of mine
Neat all of the time.
Always cleaning up and around.

Que necesita la genteQué necesita la gente*Que necesita la gente1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ropa, comida, agua, luz, frío, calor ...
Lo que no necesitamos siempre lo tenemos todos. No haberlo valorado es el error transversal antes de rodar por las escaleras. Lamento que nadie pueda entender aún el verdadero significado de la vida. Si fuera ese el caso, no existiría tanto daño psicológico en los días de cada persona. Es muy irreverente despertar, al darse cuenta minutos después de caerse inconsciente a los 16 años producto de una botella de vodka puro. Y muuuchos minutos antes, haber tocado con el actual guitarrista de Space Beer. Vistiendo de ter

"Love the loathe embrace it s"Love the loathe embrace it s1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"Love the loathe
embrace it so
His eyes have faded to cataract and there’s no stopping him now
pale blue and white blind
pain and plain stare stain
dirty bandages and keep him comfortable
cancer yellow skin again
some days there is no connecting.
Ticking hands of time
in rolling veins that work.
There is no deeper love than the love I feel for you.