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Valentine’s Poem
I do not believe in red roses on Valentine’s Day
and I do not believe in diamond engagement rings
or getting hammered and kissing on New Years Eve
I will love
and I will promise
and I will drink
on my own time-thank you very much
And I do not need a holiday to prove my love for you
the morning declares it daily
and diamonds by De Beers offends my sense of individualism
I mean, sure, I consciously subscribe to certain arbitrary and artificial
social conventions-like shaved legs
and sure, I actually embrace others-like shaved armpits
but diamonds are where I draw the line
the two month salary guideline can kiss my ass
because as far as I’m concerned
You are more than a rock on a ring
and I will spend more than two months salary
I will spend everything I have for you
but it will never be a diamond
(unless, for some reason,
I really want it to be)
And I will imbibe when libations suit me
And I will kiss whom I want to kiss where and when it feels right
and right now it feels like you
and if by a stroke of luck
the stroke of midnight New Year’s
catches my fancy
I will wrap my arms around you
and kiss you like it is going out of style
Because I don’t believe in style any further than I can throw it
and if I could I would throw you for a loop
just because I could
but I can’t
and we both know it
And we both know I don’t believe
in capital R Roses
or capital E Engagement
but I will engage you every way I can
And If I can’t I will try and try and keep on trying
I will never say die
You will never ask why
and I like the Budweiser frogs as much as the next guy
But I will never drink their beer
And diamonds by De Beers offends my sense of individualism
And also
That sense you kindle and rekindle within me over and over and over again
So that I will dispense with the love poetry
And the red red roses
And I will buy you a yellow tulip
or pluck a hyacinth from my neighbor’s garden
you will be my hyacinth girl
and I will kiss you when it is not New Year’s Eve
and we will drink when it is not New Year’s Eve
and the throes of this love will bind us
in a promise that doesn’t need a ring
-----
The Whirlwind
There is a spasm at the edge of the approaching thunderhead
The violet apron shimmers
And even flies swear they have seen this
know this to be true
There are experiences you remember
And those you never forget
And they are not the same thing
There are thoughts you pretend to understand
And those you are resigned to ignore
Memories deleted
And those forcibly repressed
Whole ideas lost
and nightmares restrained
Retrained
Memories
Like weather
And bad backs
And families
And their histories
Murky through wine and accents at holiday dinner tables
Memories
Like possums in your room a few years ago
And clovers for luck
Red rover come over childhood games
That Cornish game hen so perfect at last nights dinner table
Sometimes sex is like that too
Sometimes I forget what I am about to say in the instant before I utter it
Car keys are like that too
Sometimes the thought is recovered with the Norton Crash Guard utility of my
conscience
Still, I have memories so precious even their keys lie hidden
I have fleeting thoughts so potent they disfigure like acid
There are places we go
And places put upon us
Roles we have chosen
and callbacks never made:
A cat stands in your way in the road you swerve away at just the moment a
child steps into the crosswalk not ten feet away a lifetime away and you-
We are choices among the choiceless
Entropy and covalent bonds in an uneasy coexistence
They kill puppies at the pound
Stone women in Afghanistan
And
----
those are some potential poems i am going to do during UIL they are by Eitan Kadosh. wow he is so badass.
I do not believe in red roses on Valentine’s Day
and I do not believe in diamond engagement rings
or getting hammered and kissing on New Years Eve
I will love
and I will promise
and I will drink
on my own time-thank you very much
And I do not need a holiday to prove my love for you
the morning declares it daily
and diamonds by De Beers offends my sense of individualism
I mean, sure, I consciously subscribe to certain arbitrary and artificial
social conventions-like shaved legs
and sure, I actually embrace others-like shaved armpits
but diamonds are where I draw the line
the two month salary guideline can kiss my ass
because as far as I’m concerned
You are more than a rock on a ring
and I will spend more than two months salary
I will spend everything I have for you
but it will never be a diamond
(unless, for some reason,
I really want it to be)
And I will imbibe when libations suit me
And I will kiss whom I want to kiss where and when it feels right
and right now it feels like you
and if by a stroke of luck
the stroke of midnight New Year’s
catches my fancy
I will wrap my arms around you
and kiss you like it is going out of style
Because I don’t believe in style any further than I can throw it
and if I could I would throw you for a loop
just because I could
but I can’t
and we both know it
And we both know I don’t believe
in capital R Roses
or capital E Engagement
but I will engage you every way I can
And If I can’t I will try and try and keep on trying
I will never say die
You will never ask why
and I like the Budweiser frogs as much as the next guy
But I will never drink their beer
And diamonds by De Beers offends my sense of individualism
And also
That sense you kindle and rekindle within me over and over and over again
So that I will dispense with the love poetry
And the red red roses
And I will buy you a yellow tulip
or pluck a hyacinth from my neighbor’s garden
you will be my hyacinth girl
and I will kiss you when it is not New Year’s Eve
and we will drink when it is not New Year’s Eve
and the throes of this love will bind us
in a promise that doesn’t need a ring
-----
The Whirlwind
There is a spasm at the edge of the approaching thunderhead
The violet apron shimmers
And even flies swear they have seen this
know this to be true
There are experiences you remember
And those you never forget
And they are not the same thing
There are thoughts you pretend to understand
And those you are resigned to ignore
Memories deleted
And those forcibly repressed
Whole ideas lost
and nightmares restrained
Retrained
Memories
Like weather
And bad backs
And families
And their histories
Murky through wine and accents at holiday dinner tables
Memories
Like possums in your room a few years ago
And clovers for luck
Red rover come over childhood games
That Cornish game hen so perfect at last nights dinner table
Sometimes sex is like that too
Sometimes I forget what I am about to say in the instant before I utter it
Car keys are like that too
Sometimes the thought is recovered with the Norton Crash Guard utility of my
conscience
Still, I have memories so precious even their keys lie hidden
I have fleeting thoughts so potent they disfigure like acid
There are places we go
And places put upon us
Roles we have chosen
and callbacks never made:
A cat stands in your way in the road you swerve away at just the moment a
child steps into the crosswalk not ten feet away a lifetime away and you-
We are choices among the choiceless
Entropy and covalent bonds in an uneasy coexistence
They kill puppies at the pound
Stone women in Afghanistan
And
----
those are some potential poems i am going to do during UIL they are by Eitan Kadosh. wow he is so badass.