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The following is one of my favorite poems I have ever written. On my phone so excuse any typos. I think it's the time to put this out there.
"As I Wept with the Devil"
The Fallen Angel would rather,
Crawl back to the pit of Hell.
Kill himself through his prechosen,
Ritual;
Then to ever have to see the Light,
The Truth.
The face of his Makers,
Mother and Father,
Ever again.
I do believe he truly hates God.
But Worships him still, to this Day.
Secretly,
His Mother he has attempted to erase from his-story.
Storytellers tell it differently.
We will politely dis-agree.
You Have No Power Over Me!
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Live tweeting re-watch of #MainPremKiDiwaniHoon henceforth to be referred to as #MPKDH
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First 5 minutes, and this college clearly never had a #POSH training because a student has plopped into a professor's lap and the professor is telling the girls they'll clear the exams
And of course the #electricguitar is connected to

Nothing
When I see a puppy
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1/6 This scene from #LadyandtheTramp inspired 2 stanzas from my #poem "#Sightseeing" (excerpted here), which I discussed w @SsesangaDennis during the lastest #PoetsandMuses episode (soundcloud.com/poetsandmuses/…).
While researching 4 the @Disney image, I learned abt #WillieIto,
2/6 a survivor of the #internmentofJapaneseAmericans during #WWII, who drew this #iconicspaghettikissingscene (abc7.com/entertainment/…).
While the film contains its own issues in its #negativeportrayalsofimmigrants "Willie said he always felt safe here with his fellow artists -
3/6 never hiding who he was or where he came from." & that he felt free & comforted 2 talk abt his #internmentcampexperience w his @Disney colleagues.
While both #LadyandtheTramp & my #poem "#Sightseeing" draw attention 2 #economicandsocialinequities (film.avclub.com/lady-and-the-t…) in
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Elisa Chávez @Seattle_Slam
#poem titled ‘Revenge’

“Since you mention it, I think I will start that race war. I could’ve swung either way? But now I’m definitely spending the next YEAR
(my edit: was “4 years”)

converting your daughters to lesbianism;”
2/ “Revenge” continued
#poetry

“I’m gonna eat all your guns.
Swallow them lock stock and barrel
& spit bullet casings onto the dinner table; I’ll give birth to an army of mixed-race babies....”
—Elisa Chávez,
poetry slam Seattle 👏
3/ “Revenge” cont

“W/ fathers from every continent & genders to outnumber the ⭐️s,
my legion of multiracial babies will be intersectional as fuck
& your swastikas will not be enough to save you, because real talk, you didn’t stop the future from coming...”
—Elisa Chávez,
#poetry
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Why at 4:30a am I in a Lyft to BWI airport, fleeing the Baltimore humidity on #July4 for the greater heat of El Paso?

Full statement is attached. Basically, #CitizenPresence is the reason. Making sure moral outrages of the camps are before our consciousness. Follow my day here.
If they make a movie Davening [praying] in Airports I'll be in line. White privilege: no one looks at me. Today is #July4& also #RoshChodesh, the start of a new month.

I say Hallel, the collection of Psalms celebrating special days. "You freed my bonds." "I called from depths."
And a specially long psalm to end the prayers of the day, mentioning the blessing of food. "Bread satisfies people's hearts." Wine, oil and bread. The basics migrants look for. What our cruel government denies them in the camps.

New month, new possibilities for change, Exoduses.
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Background to : here is the first printing of #Schiller's #poem (see pp. 250‒259 of the "März 1788" issue of the journal "#DerTeutscheMerkur"):
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#poetry
#NationalPoetryMonth

My Last Canvas

Tonight I'm tired to the bone, wasted from too little sleep
and the same amount of love.
It's difficult to keep life in perspective.
The looming unfamiliar, so easily dismissed during daylight hours,
hunches menacingly right over there, occasionally giving out
a short sharp bark of what must pass for laughter in its tribe.
Undaunted, I stare into its face,
searching those pitiless features for some clue
to its intent, its content, its torment.
There it waits, mostly silent, daring me to walk right up and own it.
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I want to create a thread of poems. Anyone interested in joining in? #Poetry #Poem #poetrycommunity #Friday #SpokenWord #artists
Self Pity.

A dusty path,
But there are cleaner routes,
Yet, you chose to be soiled with earth,
Standing mocked before elites,
Your confidence muffled by a swathe of flies,
Your nose piling up unused water that dripped down your jaw.

You chose to be robbed of choice.
Ambiguity

The mother of errors,
Always unknown,
Muddling right in a wrongful way,
Pointing evil in an unstoppable direction,
It never meant harm,
But brings blood to the table,
How did it nestle all alone?
Waving to no-one in motion?
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#bicentennial
#germanculture
This year: 200th #anniversary of the #publication of #Goethe's great work of #art "#WestöstlicherDivan".#Heisenberg memorized #love-#poems from the book while working on #QuantumMechanics in #Heligoland.
#Schubert it to #music:
The #poem sung by #ElisabethSchwarzkopf is on p. 166 of the 1819 edition and reproduced below, side-by-side with the 1914 translation by #Irish critic and #poet Edward Dowden (1843-1913).The translation is close, but NOT accurate (as Dowden tries to recreate rhyme and rhythm).
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Remark. The unclear phrase 'zu jemandes Herzen sprechen' was
allegedly utilized by #Heidegger in at least one letter sent to
#HannahArendt in 1925: cf. lisa.gerda-henkel-stiftung.de/ich_muss_heute….
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How I know the world is a good place (example 2245): Someone put #Rumi to music. The translated #poem can be found here:
razarumi.com/rumi-you-and-i…

Nu - MAN O TO:
How I know the world is a good place (example 2246): Someone played #Bach for a blind elephant:
How I know the world is a good place (example 2247): Someone introduced Robin Williams to Koko:
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@DrKassandraPari Nebenbei: #WilhelmBusch hat (kurz vor seinem Tod) ein Gedicht mit dem Titel "Schein und Sein" geschrieben, von dem ein #Autograph sich erhalten hat und unten reproduziert ist. Es lautet:

"
Schein und Sein
Mein Kind, es sind allhier die Dinge,
Gleichviel, ob große, ob geringe,
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@DrKassandraPari ..
Im Wesentlichen so verpackt,
Dass man sie nicht wie Nüsse knackt.

Wie wolltest du dich unterwinden,
Kurzweg die #Menschen zu ergründen.
Du kennst sie nur von außenwärts.
Du siehst die Weste, nicht das Herz.
"
My #prose #translation:

' Semblance and Being
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@DrKassandraPari ..
My child, here [on earth], things (no matter whether large or small) are essentially packaged in such a way that they cannot be cracked open like nuts. How would you pull off the feat of quickly knowing people's character. You only know them from the outside.
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Happy New Year All. Welcome to the Year of #PeriodicTable of #ChemicalElements Check this thread, like your favorite table and please RT to raise awareness! #NewYear2019
This seems to one of the best designed #PeriodicTable out there! graphoverflow.com/graphs/3d-peri…
Minimal design and maximum information! ptable.com
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#poetry

at the barre

i live life en pointe these days,
always poised for the next wave,
alert, with nostrils open,
sniffing for the swift salt tide incoming

how i cling to that bright barre
because i know i’ll need
its safety, its sure clamping
to the wall of what is real
if i let go i will be washed away
to those deep currents
from which there is no rescue,
my spirit willing but my arms too weak

how ill-equipped am i
after decades of bought courage
i have no coin remaining with which
to buy another swimmer for to save me
and though i’ve tried repeatedly
to buff my soul and body
to withstand whatever’s coming
it has, even now, all been for naught
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The Mass of Christ In a Time of Sundering - a poem by me for @RedWedgeMag #poem #poetry

No ear may hear, but in this world of sin
our thumbs flick across screens, ring trolley bells
and scan the fares. Wheels howl unholy dins,
dead bodies washed ashore say their farewells
to fishes. Nets cast to the other side,
the tentacles all rotting in the trucks.
Gas canisters that washed up with the tide,
best wishes, cards, God's blessings and good luck.
The twinkling lights, cups half-crushed, sleeping men
curled tight, cement, car parks full up by seven.
Church packed, the rafters echo with the hymn:
so, God imparts the blessings of his heaven.
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This poem has been written for @DisabilityJ

It is designed to be read aloud, ideally by @jarvisguidedog et al

I'll add words below for #visuallyimparied and a video will go up shortly with a reading

#accesible #church #differingability #christianity #christmas #poetry #poem
Heaven Obscured
Kneecapped, I’m kneecapped,
Here looking out,
Where few really see me,
Worshipping their doubts.

Just like you all, I have a father and mother,
I’ve been to school, been educated,
Played games with my sisters and brothers,
Yet here in church I feel denigrated!
You stand around with smiles on your frowns,
Grasping the Spirit, claiming God is all around,
The sermon well focused, all about our saviour,
And how you all do so well, loving your neighbour!
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Interesstingly, Twitter's automatic #translation fails at translating this simple #poem. (In particular, Twitter does not translate 'Geredes') So I translate it for you:

crib
in the threshed straw
of the empty talk
there is no grain of truth anymore
hunger is growing daily
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for the birth of a word
as nutritious as a grain of wheat.

Remark 1. The "das" in the poem was CORRECTLY cited by the tweeter (cf. docdro.id/x2xiYMH), but it is a grammatical error and should be replaced with the (by the way: homophonous) #subjunction 'dass' )
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Remark. 2. The metaphor 'birth of a word' is a fitting one in view of #Christian #theology, in particular in view of the fact that #Jesus Christ is often associated with the Greek concept of 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘴 (λόγος).
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Releasing more #poetry into the wild: "In concert", the second poem in
#AnachronismΨ. I'll tell you more about the music in it after the poem, but first, you can just read it unfiltered, in the thread below...
You should be here.
The crumbling leaves and chilling brilliant sky
are all the ochre golds and blues you loved, and I
can feel the wheel of fate: you will appear –
you should be here.
You should be here.
You’ve always loved the ancient stone of vaults.
The piper’s dirge and steady cello-surge would jolt
your soul with love of old if you could hear –
you should be here.
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Releasing more #poetry into the wild: "Song for the Wounded". I'll give my spin on it after the #poem, because I believe quite strongly that people should be free to read a poem however they like, just as we all feel free to take song lyrics and make them OURS.
With songs, we can take lyrics and apply them like poultices to our own wounds or joys, "yes, like THAT, it's exactly that!" - and ignore the lyrics that don't fit. And I believe we should always feel free to USE #poetry the same way. That's not the only way possible, of course.
There's a different pleasure in unpeeling and interpreting a #poem only on its own terms - but even then, I'm a death-of-the-author believer: if the words in the poem offer you that meaning, that's yours. What I *intended* is neither here nor there. You own its meaning now.
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