https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-554-week-of-nbsp-08-27-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 17:36:01 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5676-dreams-a-collection https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5676-dreams-a-collection Success It's said ‘success comes not to the faint of heart'. Indeed, it calls on those whose practiced arts are feigning smarts and quick-time verbal darts and teethy smiles, disarming wiles and deals in secret swung and genuflections sung to those with purse well-hung. Career Men mingle, paired or single, round a room, propelled by pasted smiles - to orbit whom? They seek the sun for warmth - return to womb, or hope in turn themselves to burn. Bizarre, this solar system - gaseous giants spin nearest Sol, yet barely move - pretense                       of proper orbit, faking comet's brilliance. Money Discovered destitution disappoints. Impaled by chance on economic points, your snazzy home or sporty car disjoints. Perhaps someday you'll make your way to sunny Shangri-la - like salmon you once saw, regain U-to-pi-a. Sex Nocturnal dreams come either dry or wet; diurnal thoughts envision perfect pet - another's mate or office bait - and yet when heart impels to ring their bells your partner will suffice. Imagined bods entice - and make you do it twice. Sleepless Dreams I've seen the harried man whose nights were tossed by hopes that morphed to monsters, sourly sauced by thoughts his aspirations might be lost: What never was and never does might never do or be - from nothing gained, you see, regards himself in poverty. Dreamless Sleep I've seen spent men with minds devoid of dreams - who lost the gleam that lit their morning schemes; or never gazed at stars or mused extremes; the young heart idled from passions bridled - complacent sauntering cow; compliant mule at plow, now stuck in the ruts of his brow. ... more Alcuin of York Poetry and other writes of Alcuin of York Wed, 26 Aug 2009 20:40:58 GMT /section-216-poetry-and-other-writes-of-alcuin-of-york#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5676 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5676 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5676 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5680-fuck-love-poetry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5680-fuck-love-poetry Give me...sexydesperatepainfulblindbloodyrawsoothingtenderjoyousshatteringdizzyyearning insane...poetrybut...fuck lovepoetry word junkie Poetry Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:58:19 GMT /section-459-poetry#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5680 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5680 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5680 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5785-purple-stains-on-green-grass https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5785-purple-stains-on-green-grass draft anstey Release the Hounds Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-29-release-the-hounds#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5785 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5785 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5785 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5691-watch-out-for-the-love-words https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5691-watch-out-for-the-love-words love words conspired on your tongue ambushed me from behind apostate's lips and your breath didn't smell like parma violets or any of that shit because my sense of smell had eloped with my common sense they lived happily ever after we didn't   word junkie Poetry Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:16:16 GMT /section-459-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5691 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5691 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5691 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5673-coming-into-the-snow-over-pittsburgh https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5673-coming-into-the-snow-over-pittsburgh   coming into the snow over Pittsburgh a week in shirtsleeves.my mother apologizedfor the coldthat wasn’t. my father, courting death,tried to put on the holiday. every step hurt.he smiled us along.Christmas cameand went. I held himone last time,and said goodbyeone last time.the flight home was on schedule. I drifted in and outof the past.it became roughas we movedthrough the clouds. I opened my eyesand out the windowthe world explodedinto a white whirlwind.                        Christmas, 1977 in Phoenix.              four months before ... more norm Poetry Wed, 21 Nov 2007 19:54:18 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5673 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5673 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5673 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5683-blind-men-in-the-park https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5683-blind-men-in-the-park   blind men in the park they come in the afternoon, predicting each step. one has a companion. his sighted commentary on events of the day. on benches facing the river they talk things over until darkness comes. no one stays in the park after the light is gone. not even a blind man. so they leave. one on the arm of his friend, the others with familiars of their own. crossing in front of me stepping delicately into the street, they slip into the night and are gone.                     near the Western Pennsylvania School for the Blind                           the Northside, Pittsburgh, PA   ... more norm Poetry Mon, 03 Sep 2007 23:36:07 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5683 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5683 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5683 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5696-in-the-end https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5696-in-the-end   I'm still a virgin after 14 years of marriage and birthing two children; he never knew me.     Kat Kat's poetry Mon, 03 Sep 2007 02:55:47 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5696 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5682-eight-things-i-know-about-women https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5682-eight-things-i-know-about-women   eight things I know about women 1.a woman’s laughterunravels any plan. 2.a womannaked in the darkcannot be explained. 3.a woman’s handspossess magic. 4.a woman undressingmoves like waterover stones. 5.a woman with her eyes closedchanges a man. 6.a woman with her eyes openchanges a man. 7.in the wintera woman’s hairis softer than snow. 8.a womanin flowered pajamasdoesn’t need words.   norm Poetry Sat, 01 Sep 2007 16:54:23 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5682 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5682 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5682 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5700-paper-and-words-fall-in-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5700-paper-and-words-fall-in-love   paper and words fall in love   ink pools on ivory-skinned paper waiting to be filled, meaning meanders in line and loop laid across love’s open page, desire draws down flat features, fills stroking supplication under lamp-light night. closed and dotted eyes stretch like cats, as words imagined fill margins and spill onto backs, lingering liquid and permanent, shining like stars.   norm The Personal Space of Norman Milliken Sat, 01 Sep 2007 16:51:04 GMT /section-378-the-personal-space-of-norman-milliken#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5700 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5700 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5700 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5699-moon-hue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5699-moon-hue   moon hueI want to dip my handsin moonand paint youwith winter ivory. slip slivers of nightalong legs brush eyesand cheek and chinwith thin, white light. desire drawnover shadow soft shade, fingertipson lips, crescentfulland new.   norm Poetry Sat, 01 Sep 2007 16:45:50 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5699 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5699 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5699 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5669-the-intricacy-of-dehumanization https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5669-the-intricacy-of-dehumanization Every man-damned day, I wake to hear the voice that tells me that my bones will never break as though I have, within, another choice. The sky is hostile, while our wars are moist and saturated with the thirst we slake and every day, I hear the dog-damned voice that coils carefully about my throat and traps in me my every odd mistake, as though I have, within, another choice. Illumined tendrils weave a frosted coat to warm the humanless and seek to fake the tone of yet another god-damned voice. Uprooted clouds drift to the asymptote between the worlds of love and seething hate as though they have, within, another choice ... more Aesthetic Psychosis Aesthetic Psychosis Tue, 28 Aug 2007 17:27:17 GMT /section-391-aesthetic-psychosis#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5669 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5669 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5669 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5679-chase https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5679-chase I think all of us at some point have wished for someone or something we cannot have. Feeling wanted and loved is not an easy emotion to fill kzealy Only In The Eyes of the Beholder Mon, 27 Aug 2007 20:48:41 GMT /section-61-only-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5674-what-keeps-me-awake-at-night https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5674-what-keeps-me-awake-at-night   what keeps me awake at night the correct spelling of Azerbaijan the air bag light in the car that won’t go out pain in my legs the thought of being infirm finding money for a new roof not having time to read the cat on the bed cars in the street a poem in my head my wife’s anger the thought of tomorrow coming memories the television downstairs rain.  always rain   norm Poetry Mon, 27 Aug 2007 20:38:47 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5674 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5672-sad-art-ha https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5672-sad-art-ha The flunkies make ready the show. Blind men with poets' eyes hang gnawed string pictures in tin frames. Arrangement takes a lifetime ...or no time at all if no one waits. But they know. They hang the last picture and they holler: "The sad art is on display! It speaks only for you! Ha!" And they throng. word junkie Poetry Mon, 27 Aug 2007 18:43:42 GMT /section-459-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5678-night-on-lp-duty https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5678-night-on-lp-duty LP is a military acronym for 'listening post.' norm Poetry Mon, 27 Aug 2007 18:32:30 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5678 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5678 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5678 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5677-high-and-low https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5677-high-and-low If my body settles for shady benthoswhere seaweed weaves a makeshift blanket and coral formsa chafing pillow, if the surgeon fish attendmy wounds, would I be lying ifI said my head drifts with the curling cirrus? word junkie Poetry Mon, 27 Aug 2007 17:14:35 GMT /section-459-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5677 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5677 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5677 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5671-my-skin-still-sings https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5671-my-skin-still-sings My skin still sings As the tide of my memory Laps gently at its shore Like the cool waves of your fingers Once did. My skin still sings Across an ocean where Tide upon tide of longing Will ebb and flow Upon flotsam-littered beaches. My skin still sings But now a bleak lament Grips in its undertow The fragile raft which bears Its tender love song. My skin still sings. My skin sings To your skin. word junkie Poetry Mon, 27 Aug 2007 15:47:39 GMT /section-459-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5671 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5671 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5671 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5668-spector https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5668-spector   A gossamer shroud, Thin veil conceals translucent nothingness   Through formless fingers slip desires within reach, supplications denied   Wafting silently detached   no one notices   Apathy consumes burning out bright flames where fervor resided   Laughter once flowed from hushed mouths sparkles had glimmered in cerulean eyes now clouded over in sleep   Abandoned in a wakeless dream  there is no escape             babymoon Beneath the baby moon: the ramblings of Janelle Sun, 26 Aug 2007 16:54:48 GMT /section-358-beneath-the-baby-moon-the-ramblings-of-janelle#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5668 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5668 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5668