A site for Poetry and RantsMonday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Hiram's Oscars
 Oscar Smoshker
by Happy Hiram
We
have waited for days
making
sick canapes
through
the channels a-lighting
seeking
red carpet sightings
Who's
gown will succeed
or
become blogsmears feed?
We
judge in, out or down
each
celeb in the town...
Poor
Seann William Scott
by
the Oscars, forgot
Meryl
Streep has been snubbed
(but
at least made the club...)
Old
George Clooney's a wreck
with
Pitt neck and neck;
Dujardin
takes the prize
with
Uggie by his side.
till
the wee hours of dawn
they
will still party on...
To
the Governor's ball
on
Kimmel shall we call
Checking
out who was
there
at Vanity Fair.
By
the end vacant stare
I've
forgotten why I care.
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Saturday, February 25, 2012
I read a poem by Stella Rhodes today;
http://answers.yahoo.com/
As a feminist, I will ignore the fact that this is not a poem and just say that this is an admirable expression of the pain of disenfranchisement that women experience at the hand of male dominance and brutality.
It speaks to insecurity when that often underlies women posting, their need for constant reinforcement (males can often critique each other and respond "F you" to the critic, all the while learning what they can from them, whereas most women, weakened by male manipulative criticism, have to develop trusted sources, that too often will never tell them the truth so they can grow.) This piece talks about the underlying root of many women's trust issues and
It spreads to women needing to be the peacemakers instead of learning how to say "No."
Lastly it leads to a type of woman, the crusader, who stifles free speech in Yahoo in the name of PC anti-bullying.
As a typical male, I read this and make it about MY situation. But what I want to see is the poem where a woman reacts like a man to these overtures, "Why would I want to do that? I said no already. Are you threatening me? I'll blow your fugging head off if you threaten me again (and mean it!)"
That is the poem I'd like to see. I don't want to blame the victim, but no one else can rescue her, but herself.
http://answers.yahoo.com/
As a feminist, I will ignore the fact that this is not a poem and just say that this is an admirable expression of the pain of disenfranchisement that women experience at the hand of male dominance and brutality.
It speaks to insecurity when that often underlies women posting, their need for constant reinforcement (males can often critique each other and respond "F you" to the critic, all the while learning what they can from them, whereas most women, weakened by male manipulative criticism, have to develop trusted sources, that too often will never tell them the truth so they can grow.) This piece talks about the underlying root of many women's trust issues and
It spreads to women needing to be the peacemakers instead of learning how to say "No."
Lastly it leads to a type of woman, the crusader, who stifles free speech in Yahoo in the name of PC anti-bullying.
As a typical male, I read this and make it about MY situation. But what I want to see is the poem where a woman reacts like a man to these overtures, "Why would I want to do that? I said no already. Are you threatening me? I'll blow your fugging head off if you threaten me again (and mean it!)"
That is the poem I'd like to see. I don't want to blame the victim, but no one else can rescue her, but herself.
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Frozen in the Moment
by
Happy Hiram
Our fly is stuck in amber stinking of dinosaur sweat running from greedy spiders, seeking out foetid flesh. Stars converge/diverge, hairy armpits replace antediluvian quill follicles while he, still dreams of fossilized walking birds, now turned into plastic bags and motor oil. The jungle has now become a thrice filtered product, sanitized for your protection by scavengers and squirrels. |
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Haven
by Happy Hiram
Whitney Singing with the choir
Poets reach what they aspire
clocks go back
no problems tack
there is no muck and mire.
Lenny Bruce comes for the ride
complains there's no underside
he can't mock
'cause peace ain't schlock
so it sucks being snide.
Orchids bloom, 'till the girls all swoon
hot chicks hang in every room
candles dancing
light romancing
love that tucks away the tomb.
Whiskey, water, wine and ale
"Drink up, boys! We soon set sail!"
Devastation
to limitations.
Just grab your ruck for the rails.
Fishing for the less venturous
no one's here to censure us
Grab a pipe,
I think I might!
(It makes me look more lecherous!!)
Peace at home for young and spry
Coffee, tea and apple pie
spitting needs
like melon seeds
who needs what or where or why?
In the midst I see it calling
snowy cherry blossoms falling
at the end of miseries wailing
nothing ending, sick or failing;
coming out of life's tunnel
birthing from a pastry funnel
to a life like a wedding cake
no uncertainty or mistake
a chance to harbor our souls and heal;
a pity heaven isn't real.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Welcome To Hiram Unleashed: Poetry and Rants
Happy
Hiram Unleashed
The skies have
changed, the road bends
the time comes
to break out on our own.
We'll miss some
enemies, and some friends
But life is a
journey we must all go alone.
If I can bring
a smile or laugh to your face
or make you
pissed off (As only I know how!)
then joy and
energy can alight on this place
and Hiram can
be unleashed, unfettered, unbowed.
If you want to
contribute to this artistic asylum
email me a
poem, at writehappyhiram (@gmail.com)
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