6 poems by 6 poets

love by cynthia bondrian love is the answer to a question that should never be asked nobody should ever have to say do you love me or do you like me or why don’t you like me or what is wrong with me or why must i be banished from the tribe or why must i be hanged or why must i be burned at the stake or why must i be stoned or what are you all laughing at

cry by nicholas nelson i woke up this morning with a feeling of despair and cried because i wasn’t getting my share everybody was mean to me but all i wanted was too be free the day will dawn and the sun will shine but i won’t get what is rightfully mine my fellow humans will pass me by and not give a darn if i laugh or cry the wheels will roll and the markets climb but no one will throw me a lousy dime and no matter how much i shout and insist they will just keep on like i don’t exist if everybody would treat me nice i wouldn’t have to pay this price the sun would shine and the ice would melt and i would be just like everybody else

fuck by charles leary fuck all you motherfucking assholes, you motherfucking pieces of shit you raped and murdered us for a million years, but we have had enough of it now is the time for payback, to make you assholes pay now is the time for truth, listen to what i say the world is a bucket of blood, coming to a boil because all you care about is the price of oil the world is going up in flames because of your patriarchal games the world is going up in smoke you think it is all a joke you light your cigars as oceans die laugh as your profits multiply once humans walked the earth in peace sharing the earth with the other beasts in mother earth’s enfolding gaze time flowed on as one blue day tigers, dinosaurs, monkeys, elephants united in one cosmic dance creatures too numerous to name all treating each other the same and then against a darkening sky a strange figure drew nigh a long shadow in the setting sun a white man - with a gun the rest of course, is history a cavalcade of misery an endless dick up an endless ass bringing us to our present pass so fuck all you motherfucking assholes, you motherfucking pieces of shit you have raped and murdered for a million years, but we have had enough of it now is the time for revolution, to make you bastards pay now is the time for truth - time for the final new day

war by arthur dylan sternwall war was bad but it was ail we had in rain and wind and snow around the campfire’s glow passing time in song and story of battle's immortal glory what tales we told as we shivered in the cold the winners got to eat and those who knew defeat were immortalized in tales handed down through winter’s gales and when the sun burned bright after yet another night we put away our fears and gathered up our spears with our weapons on our shoulders let the earth grown warm or colder each day another test until our final heroes rest

peace by regina stapledon peace would be nice don’t you think? instead of blowing people to bits and cutting heads off and dropping bombs and napalm and shooting drones all over the world why can’t everybody just get along? what is there to fight about? oil? soybeans? one holy book instead of another? come on, people let’s try it! peace! you might like it

fame by corinne delmonico adolf hitler was famous so was marilyn monroe and elvis’s name will live forever as long as time does flow mao with his smile, stalin with his laugh winston churchill, alexander the great cleopatra floating down the nile defy the sneering ravages of fate salome, little david, leonardo michaelangelo ,and joan of arc their names and faces in twenty billion brains and not just statues in your local park jane austen, einstein, queen victoria look down on us from olympus and smile they will live forever you and i will be gone in a little while franks sinatra, jack the ripper, andy warhol you say they only had their fifteen minutes at least their names are written in the book but you and i will never even be in it why does this make us sad? why do we care? some day the earth will finally freeze over and even they will vanish into air

2 poems

by wiggly jones. "the little hippie boy"

illustrations by palomine studios

sky poems are about the sky why? poets from li po to rimbaud noticed that the sky was blue how true the sky is blue the clouds are white all right sometimes the sky is gray on a winter day and the grass is green when from a distance seen lonely travelers pass as cows chew the grass crows fly overhead their wings are black and their eyes are red

a lost dream in my youth i had a dream i thought that war would wither away and greed become a thing of the past and conflict and strife and the exploitation of one human by another would vanish like summer breezes if the human race only learned to love yes, love not war you’ve heard it all before but in my day i had something more specific in mind i thought all violence would vanish from the earth if only all human females were required to give love to any human male who asked them any place any time all the time well obviously the world has taken quite a different direction you 21st century humans may be horrified more likely you are laughing or just shaking your heads what can i say? if you saw me on the street today you would pass me by without a glance but how do you know that the streets are not filled with people who have had or still have thoughts even stranger or more foreign to you? how do you know?

a thought

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

illustrations by konrad kraus

when night falls the pigeons go away and the stars come out as i was falling asleep i thought that is a good system maybe the world would be a better and more peaceful place if others practiced a similar system what if the men went away and the women came out so that like the stars and the pigeons they never had to see each other or the white people went away and the black people came out or the gay people went away and the straight people came out or the christians went away and the muslims came out you get the idea maybe my idea has some holes in it or could be tweaked a little it is just a thought one of many that i sometimes have as i fall asleep