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Pioneers of Wit (Also Groucho Marx Quotes)

Posted on August 17, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

His weapon is his mouth On the battlefield of wit Cutting down all his foes Using their own words To drive them to the ground Laughs and smiles Empower this great wordsmith Making him immortal No hesitation in his words … Continue reading →

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Calm Down?

Posted on August 15, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Calm down he says As if stress has a fucking switch A week of screaming Battling child and adult The help promised did not come Until I was already near pain’s door Stress building up Like soap scum on the … Continue reading →

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Visceral Waking

Posted on August 15, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

I wake shaking Though the weather be not cold Muscles quivering From a ghostly touch Sweat dripping from my brow Leaving my pillow soaked I groan and whimper Feeling my guts churn Anxiety roiling them Like an angry ocean No … Continue reading →

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Drowning

Posted on August 14, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

As we fall into the drinkWill you finally decide to swim?Removing your lead shoesAllowing me to rest and floatIs that so much to ask?History has taught meThat will cling until we drownHiding in your comfort zoneLike a useless childForcing me … Continue reading →

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Breasts and Blood (A Serious Poem?)

Posted on August 13, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

We cheer at gore and pain Splattered on our screens Staring at the chunks of flesh And corpses full of holes Our eyes feed upon the action And accept the violent views Yet we cringe at human forms Bare breasts … Continue reading →

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All Behind You (To Ionia)

Posted on August 11, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

I don’t have to rehash what happens tomorrow.  I’m sure many of us are going to be on pins and needles waiting for news about our fearless friend, Ionia Martin.  Not really sure what else to say that hasn’t already … Continue reading →

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Open My Floodgates

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Spinning Whirling Round and round My brain twirls upon itself Pushing against the dam So open the floodgates! Releasing images of all Both twisted and serene Monsters, mayhem, and madness All tastes of fantasy fare Warriors dance among the dead … Continue reading →

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I Taught I Taw

Posted on August 9, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

From yesterday’s prompt on The Community Storyboard.   I taught I taw A puddy tat While hunting wabbits During duck season But it was just . . . I say It was just a skunk Kissing a painted stray Before … Continue reading →

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Slash of the Sword

Posted on August 9, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

He cut me I can’t believe he cut me It was an accident But still it hurts All across my belly A stinging scratch Burning Probably some blood I hope not At least it can’t get worse He didn’t hit … Continue reading →

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Off My Game

Posted on August 9, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Today I’m off my game After a night Of restless sleep Waking to a groggy mind That will not focus Words are hazy as I read The voices far away A day of waste before me Though I know not … Continue reading →

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