https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-43 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 16:47:57 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1739-haiku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1739-haiku 1.poetry snobs suck snoteven on warm summer dayswhen normal folks smile. 2.my hands shake slightlyreading bad poems by foolsI look up and pray 3.i count poorlymy haiku are broken like springit would be wise to quit now. 4.Onji existeven when the wind doesn'tand my tears forget. 5.slipping into hellthe red sun blazes before mesilent and honest. 6.darwin's selection:live, strong, smart, and well suitedfor springs cold floods. 7.the silk worm pausesjust long enough to dream summerand a large silk thread. 8.seven words well meantmisunderstood by poetsand lost ... more anstey It is what it is Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-97-it-is-what-it-is#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1739 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2622-my-weapons-of-destruction-on-a-weak-male-mind https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2622-my-weapons-of-destruction-on-a-weak-male-mind Who knew?Two rosy nipplesImbedded in rounded fleshy bitsWere weapons of destruction Somebody should haveExplained to the babiesBefore they fedEmptied and then sucked againOn dangerous goods And somebodyShould explain to meWhy I'd nowWant to shootMy own foot anstey Old Poetry from DMV Tue, 10 Jul 2007 03:20:35 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2622 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2622 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2622 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2616-monkey-s-free https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2616-monkey-s-free Oh no, oh no! Don't go! Don't go!Those monkeys in my head have broken freeThey flee! They flee! Whooping, holleringSinging that they are finally, finally freeThere is a gooey mess all around mePlain As plain can seeMy brain has spilled along the floorAs the monkeys head toward the doorI'm in shock as I gather each thoughtAs I stuff them in the hole open wideThat is hard to hide my fear insideWhere the monkey love used to beIt's gone now you see, no more peelsDances, prances, inspiration callsWild monkey climbing or freedom fallsMy mind is blank where once they marchedMy ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:05:26 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2635-mommy-s-big-bum https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2635-mommy-s-big-bum 223Mommy you have a big bum224 223Why Thanks for noticing Megs224 223Mommies and daddies have big bums and kids have little bums224 223And one day I am going to have a big bum too224 223Watch what you wish for my girl, it just may come true224 Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:33:28 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2635 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2635 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2635 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2638-love-is-a-whim https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2638-love-is-a-whim Red cheeks and cold noseswhisper in the wind Giggles and marshmallows brimover cracked ceramic mugwith each bob and splashof liquid chocolate lava the dishes left for later Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:31:10 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2638 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2638 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2638 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2615-kill-her-with-kindness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2615-kill-her-with-kindness ... Her heart once so aliveNow in a weeping chestHe promised everlasting loveBut again and again and againPut it to the test He lied And lied And liedHis smile shone brightShe cried And cried And criedInside she slowly Slowly died Within soft pledges of loveLayers of intentional painShe had so much to loseHe had nothing to gain The words 223I'm Sorry224Echoed Hollow RepeatedA plea, a kiss, a promiseWill he stop to grieve?When she ceases to believe Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:28:51 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2632-how-does-one-explain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2632-how-does-one-explain Sparks tickle Cold flesh Grows warm Your gaze travels Begins eye to eye Silent communication Your devotion Before you move on To fleshier pasture A gaze suckles Pert nipples And then brushes Against my thigh Passion explodes Humidity Without contact Your gaze penetrates Hot skin Bone and blood and fat Gives strength To a beating heart Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:44:02 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2632 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2632 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2632 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2613-happy-birthday-to-me https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2613-happy-birthday-to-me Oh happy birthday to meOne year short of thirty three Shall it be tequila and lime?Or am I just old before my time? Where's my cake and where's the lootNo that's not it, that's eye of newt Should be on my way to workNo I think just this once I'll shirk I'll prance and play and sing a tuneDance real close with the man in the moon All of my candles have finally gone outWhen did the dizziness come about? Oh my, oh Dear, oh holy crapPerhaps it's time for my birthday nap Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:39:27 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2626-flonase https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2626-flonase I'm shootingSteroidsUp my noseThat reeksLike Granny's petunia garden The Doctor's grandSchemeTo either blow the barrierOr make meTake it like a man Although I don't ownNose hair clippers Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:38:38 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2626 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2629-exposed https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2629-exposed I wish and wish upon that faded starIn the naked moonlight I mutely sitWonder at this moment where you areI wish and wish upon that faded starJust when I'd thought we'd come so farYou wander away and decide to quitI wish and wish upon that faded starIn the naked moonlight I mutely sit Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:34:38 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2629 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2629 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2629 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2639-echoes-of-a-promise https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2639-echoes-of-a-promise In the aftermathWhen a thirteenth strikeDoesn't soundResolve to resolveNothing at allBut to liveIn my own skinWithout renovationsWrite flaws with a flourishOf my ball point penSinging off keyDespite the destinationAnd these cracked lipsTo lift and stretchDespite the clutterIn my head Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:32:20 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2614-doughnuts-protest-the-meaning-of-life https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2614-doughnuts-protest-the-meaning-of-life Cathedral bells chime three and one quarter timesBefore they stopProtest their existential rightsTo ring only once or not at allor sing soprano instead Three and one quarter fat salted tearsSplash onto the pristine ceramic tilesRealization the last doughnutIs staleThe glaze flakingOnto my red plaid shirtAnd the fabric of life Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:31:46 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2624-crimson-sidekick-to-a-dull-bird https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2624-crimson-sidekick-to-a-dull-bird Plump cranberriesTart in their ripened stateFall into the potWith a faint plopBefore sprinkled with sugarLike the first snowThey glistenAnd then bubble Sugar and berry combineLush crimson conflictionOf sweet and tartTo smother over turkey Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:30:24 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2624 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2624 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2624 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2623-awakenings https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2623-awakenings Awakenings A hand brushedIn innocenceSparksA lookAnother touchBefore a kissExploration of selfAnd anotherDiscoveringMoist pink foldsBefore the plungeThat leavesThree and one halfDrops of crimsonOn white linen sheets Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:19:48 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2623 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2623 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2623