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Ghazal of No Consequence

Is it ever safe for a man to confess love No much better for all for him to repress love A walk and a talk in the park and he’s banished Getting what he deserved some would say I guess love That voice, a Siren’s lure, he’s supposed to resist He’s strapped to the mastheadContinue reading “Ghazal of No Consequence”

Posted bybellboyJune 2, 2023June 2, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Ghazal of No Consequence

Safe Space

This is not a safe space Everything is left to chance I am in a wild place Doing a wild dance This is not a safe space I don’t know who to trust My pencil does not erase wear a hardhat if you must This is not a safe space There is too much toContinue reading “Safe Space”

Posted bybellboyJune 1, 2023June 1, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Safe Space

Living Poetry

Some like poetry Some love poetry I am living Poetry

Posted bybellboyJune 1, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Living Poetry

Untitled

When you see a tree think of me When I walk in the morning dew I think of you

Posted bybellboyJune 1, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Untitled

I Am an Old Man

Old men can be pretty repulsive. What with wanting the world to be a certain way. Good thing we’re constantly reminded nobody cares what we think anyway.

Posted bybellboyMay 31, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on I Am an Old Man

Let’s Be Teenagers

Let’s be teenagers. Forget about the national debt. Let’s find a big hill and run up as fast as we can And roll down Yea we’ll be sore Do teenagers even do that anymore? Or are they too old. Lets laugh Let’s die laughing.

Posted bybellboyMay 30, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Let’s Be Teenagers

I HAVE NO JAMAICAN GANJA

I lied for the sake of the poem. I have no Jamaican ganja, no ganja at all. I have a med Mari card like a library card I never use. I thought I would sound cool. Maybe I would attract “young people.” I did it for art or vanity or a rhyme scheme. Label meContinue reading “I HAVE NO JAMAICAN GANJA”

Posted bybellboyMay 30, 2023May 30, 2023Posted inpoetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment on I HAVE NO JAMAICAN GANJA

THE GOOD STUFF

I don’t put the good stuff here I keep it from the light You are a tough crowd I am not looking for a fight I lock the good stuff in my locker Like johnny walker blue Or prized ganja from Jamaica Nobody gets it but me and you

Posted bybellboyMay 30, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on THE GOOD STUFF

THIS THING

I hear the wind Then my scream Then the siren Help comes But always too late I carry around this thing Looking for a box To put it.

Posted bybellboyMay 29, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on THIS THING

Incoherent Metaphor

The glue did not hold I found the words on the floor an incoherent metaphor I swept them up put them in the shredder threw the shards in the dumpster

Posted bybellboyMay 17, 2023Posted inpoetryLeave a comment on Incoherent Metaphor

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