it’s not not fun when it’s not happening to me from non-diplomatic tweets to expletive-laden threats made for anyone to see.
he’s not totally useless he can be used as a terrible example— the world’s most anticipated obituary.
Written for dVerse MTB – negation. Lines 6,7 & 8, I believe, were made by someone here as a comment on another’s poem but I forgot who it was. It was too funny to let go and not use it.
Stories that fell into the hole so that no distractions could be made. A single gunshot wound to the soul. The images remain unseen, unpaid.
by Arthur Rothstein
Lives suddenly non-existent; documents denied by the punch, but the memories are persistent. History is always just a hunch.
unknown photographer
The belief remains on their faces but the message must project strength. All the poor folks kept in their places and their stories maintained at arm’s length.
by Russell Lee
Those long-gone faces returned to haunt, their stories born again to be told. New deals sold short would finally taunt, as their futures would slowly unfold.
Inspired by this article by Stephanie at Extracurriculars: Hole-Punched History In the FSA archives, photos of The Great Depression are marred by an empty black void, forever obscured by the perfunctory click of a hole-punch.
“Everything is fine, it sure is swell” The lie that everything is going well Reliable, adequate – never too much A chinless wonder, always out of touch
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m doing just fine” Even with this jelly for a spine At the bell curve, a perfect cog More average than the trusted family dog
Easily recognised at the office hot desks The most unremarkable of ‘mehs’ It’s not a sadness as far as you can tell It’s beige on beige in a mediocre hell
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
We Can Work Any Way
No one is ever denied learning No matter their circumstances The wheel of life is always turning And there are always more chances
rally the troops around fighting to the death for their story
til strangers on familiar grounds we used to call home
Inspired by the various border wars around the world and copying the syllable count from a previously published poem by Matthew Maitland, including the borrowing of the final stanza. The poem has since been made unavailable.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Don’t Go Expecting Perfection
Why ponder the existence of nuisance? It’s holding you back from getting started Best to make do with how things are And take on the task wholehearted
Decades rush towards an ever distant double-o. Crossing off the milestones one by one we find less to celebrate.
And when lids finally close, eyes open to a new world with a big 'Oh!' "That's what it all meant."
Destined to write poetry forever next to Wilfred, Walt and William, like old friends.
Written for dVerse – Launch and these thoughts came to me after reading Henry Rousseau’s tombstone epitaph, written by poet Guillaume Apollinaire: “We salute you Gentle Rousseau you can hear us Delaunay, his wife, Monsieur Queval and myself Let our luggage pass duty free through the gates of heaven We will bring you brushes, paints and canvas That you may spend your sacred leisure in the light and truth of painting As you once did my portrait facing the stars, lion and the gypsy”
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Your Career Is Not A Life Sentence
Your work does not make you immune From the end arriving soon
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