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Greg McVerry / Writing & conversations
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Poets shout silent introspections at intersections of truth and fiction introduce a projection of perfection that slips on lips of falsehood kissed by perceptions that seduce and let loose sounds inward with souls turned windward Gusts of time beat back stolen voices searching feeling and thought in motion
Greg McVerryA floodlit public cast on conflict toxic kaliedoscopic fractals of fritction cognizance of incomptence in every corner but our own Those who present persistence in confidence sit on thrones they envision alone it ain't meek we seek that our simple ripples in reason, slip on, without adhession to publics as identities collapse in relapses context wrecked from
Greg McVerryI cry for the lack of diversity in the lives of my boys a pride in nation celebrating a single story reinforced in schools tales of Indigenous happily selling land for 53 coats then emblazing uniforms with racist caricature's of a Chief in ceremonial Head Dress. Imagine pinning Congressional Medal of Honor on a cartoon? immigration and Ellis island celebrate
Greg McVerryCelebrate diversity is what we do in white schools. eating spicy foods (keep it mild don't go too wild), maybe read a book with a Black boy on the cover Diversity in schools of color is racism A reality not a goal fixed by serving taco bowls But a dance of resilience and brilliance, beautiful children who succeed in spite of not because of society
Greg McVerryI have no confidence in the kiss of winter's bliss Hilltops amiss milky blankets never fallen missing soft touches that linger on finger and tongue No slick valleys, sleds up and down Pressure drops in lakes of thought Hiding great winds of doubt from my reality as tears fall to fill the rivers and flow to shores of my soul
Greg McVerryLike a decoy of Troy but an envoy of joy deploy toys as enjoyable ploys for the real McCoys with coy thoughts mixing divisions of flamboyance and clairvoyance an epoxy of unorthodoxy gluing smiles by spewing against trials found in a fragile docile lifestyle
Greg McVerryA search for joy unfurls in our world as a hunt for purpose swirled in a thirst for good people treated with unequal gratitude as you bank thanks for others and smother yourself in doing you.
Greg McVerryJoy in poetry found in brief pain and fascination watching verse bubble up a meniscus of blood seeping from freshly pulled scabs unsought answers gleam from miniscule curved surface of the monsters who make up our jagged souls #smallpoems #poetryport
Greg McVerryWith each door creak three birds burst from small pines framing broken stairs greeting our house startled steps on crumbling concrete as they take to the sky Now there is one matted feathers tossed like first snow on our muddy green lawn missing winters frozen nuzzle Each spring, in those same shrubs we watch nests grow witnesses to watch every egg die I wou
Greg McVerryExplore poetry Not inspect it's meaning in weaning thoughts lost, to constant beating of the hose light glows when you burrow into sounds and treasure\ pleasures in lanscapes of stolen tomorrow not scrape verse to probe swollen undertoes of truth, a sooth let loose on uncouth hunt of technique instead seek the loud cry of a poet's eye
Greg McVerryDancing in scents as spice and pans fly wafting from oven arises a percussion of poetry in the kitchen a religion of near rhymes and recipes blessing me Stirring sounds of emotions swirl in bowls filled with batter of the soul Caadence curling around commotion as time kneads emotion Blanch the banal of plain staples bathed in aromas plucked by a Cassanova Ex
Greg McVerryOn a search to hide the kind release of cruel memories seeking stasis at the legrange point of my soul as scabs of time fester in a three body problem of memory history me
Greg McVerryI have slept in risky places not just beds filled with faces and people I can not, don't want, or should not recall but just strange platforms of peace Stuck in the far car on the BART spilling from the Warfield Dawn of new millenia our car laughing behind the gates of a closed garage Shacks on the shores of Negril when their were still shacks on the shore A
Greg McVerryPoetry is risk verse running into danger unwanted events spilled on paper As probability of poetry puddles in human misery Expectations of hope grounded in fear objective becomes subjective prosody of broken words in rebel poets 18 whiskeys deep "mad bad, dangerous to know" Poetry spits in the face of probability of errors embraces the sin in syntax A primar
Greg McVerryAvoid the risk adverse and their curse to try and coerce order from the babel instead dabble with the rabble that transverse our blue gem with methodical mayhem chasing reptilian delights in the brain stem vaudevillian nights, fights, and lights order undone We need the Gonzos, Pranksters, Jugalos, artists, misfits, and freaks Yes even the Bronies rather tha
Greg McVerrySeek voices of those who sow Quilts of truth as our metaphors of meaning, reasons for beings, Flax age rises truth spun on spindles of fallen swords Looms of labor lost as knots of cottage industry take root in villages of our minds. Knowledge is not capital . To be brokered or sold. Knowledge is a kindness blanket warming us all. Also on IndieWeb Poetry Als
Greg McVerryPoetry is kindness hope of hyperbolic hugs squeezed with each stanza Meter of memories bouncing on allusions of Tzu's creation in words for love builds in "Heaven in hell's despair" as verse drops from the curses of angles and benediction of demons who sing ars poetica for us all Poetry is kindness from beat poets, to black arts, and black mountains bards A
Greg McVerryStop, go no flow phone dead light red can't find Bowie on the radio picket fences manicured lawns hedgerow lanes with countless name Crawl around the Street Car named disaster need to move faster Stuck on Chestnut gut punch plod along Aint life Grand Stop, go no flow phone dead light red can't find Bowie on the radio left late roll right 22, stuck too Highwa
Greg McVerryJust get it done The one metric that matters The aesthetic patterns just scattered chatter of folks who fake originality in their totality of banality in explaining what common folk already know There is no part time scholar just those who must holler louder from the squalor to please the shot callers Worried about a screed no on will read? let me plant this
Greg McVerryPodcasting or bronze casting crafting of your story should be rough draft of your glory Yet the paradox of technology lead to padlocks on the soapbox once artisic holitstic now undescriptive and stripped of synergistic differences search of prescriptive low friction design instead of the grind////of work technology defined as a mythology cast by mystics we a
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