https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv Poems originally posted on DMV en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 10:29:46 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2679-midnight-revelations-of-real-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2679-midnight-revelations-of-real-love In the latest hour of the nightI sitAnd watch you sleep Stroke your chubby cheekNo silly grinOr cranky pout Just the innocenceAlong with the occasional sigh And ten little piggiesPeaking out from underYour favourite blanket And in this exact momentI understand life Ruth Elliott Old Poetry from DMV Tue, 25 Nov 2008 21:22:16 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2679 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head Oooh ohhh, eeeee, eeeee, the monkeys are trying to flee They are jumping, climbing, fighting, thumping As they struggle to get the lid of the barrel free So they wiggle and they giggle and they play all day They push as they shove with a bit of monkey love But that lid won't budge it's not moving an inch So those silly monkeys they argue, fight, fidget and pinch They trample, they riot, they cry in their glasses of milk Before dancing, swirling, prancing, curling their way Eating bananas, singing off key, anything they can To keep their boredom at ... more anstey Old Poetry from DMV Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2646-a-small-lesson-in-perspective https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2646-a-small-lesson-in-perspective In the hazy stupor of just past midnightThe faint crescent scoopDangles just to the leftOutside the bedroom windowA brief reminderOf insignificance Until you roll overTrap the coversAnd meBeneath your thigh Alcuin of York Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 11 Jul 2007 21:23:43 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2646 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2646 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2646 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-2606-iced-coffee https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2606-iced-coffee Frigid creaminess fills me Ice cold coffee slides Seductive Graceful My insides melt The longing, the need, the desperation swells within me For one More Perfect rub of flavour along my turgid tongue The tip begging for a luxurious lick Along the edge where the cream is beginning to flow now Between heaven And Hell A perfect sin A vicarious fuck In a cup As the liquid rises through the straw And gently So gently and then so quickly hard Gushes into my waiting mouth Where the blood is rushing and the heat is rising And the animal moan escapes ... more callooh Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 27 Jun 2007 21:51:08 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2641-a-murder-among-the-flock https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2641-a-murder-among-the-flock A re-working for the seven words, seven less challenge Shan Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 20 Jun 2007 20:08:13 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2641 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2641 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2641 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2670-on-mother-s-day https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2670-on-mother-s-day I sit here in his chairCovered in cat hair and tearsWith thanks to arrive overdue Like all the things never paid meHe stepped inTook my handIn between his gentle fingers Smiled so warmThe tiny hair on my armSingedEvery old doubt cringed Where silence echoedNow roars and the gigglesWith the spontaneousDog pile And embarrassed smilesFrom the lady downstairsThat don't match myEar to ear grin So I sit here in his chairAnd know the truthThe mother of the man I loveMade him right Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:09:54 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2670 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2670 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2670 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2653-oddities-on-a-sunday-drive https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2653-oddities-on-a-sunday-drive A signIn front of the churchJust off 72 Avenue Services in KoreanAt Nine Services in SpanishAt Eleven Services in PunjabiAt Two The signIs in English Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:09:27 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2653 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2689-no-substance https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2689-no-substance I heard a tiny whisperThe words I pouredThen squeezedFrom the ends of my aortaLacked substance So let me put it in termsYou may understand I love you like that steakAged twenty eight and one quarter daysGrilled just outside of rareSmothered in saut351ed mushroomsAnd neighbour toA Yukon Gold potatoBaked and stuffedWith all the fixin's Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:09:00 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2689 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2689 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2689 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2664-next-stop https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2664-next-stop Can't stand the twisting or turning I keep pulling the string, it worksListen and hear the sick little 223ding224 I feel a bit woozyIt's not what I've eatenNothing this rideCan possibly sweeten Let me off, get me out, I give up Please stop, I've paid the fareStand here with a soul stripped bare Begged and pleaded; tried to ride it outHave had it all and gone without Laughed and cried and sighed my sighsDiscovered hope lives, withers and then dies Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:08:28 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2664 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2664 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2664 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2604-never-kiss-a-frog https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2604-never-kiss-a-frog Where is the prince I expected?When I gave that frog a kissHow can I feel so rejected?I'm almost positive I didn't miss When I gave that frog a kissMaybe if I hadn't closed my eyesI'm almost positive I didn't missI still smell a faint aroma of flies Maybe if I hadn't closed my eyesI'd be basking happily in my towerI still smell a faint aroma of fliesHere I sit wilted like a flower I'd be basking happily in my towerIf only I hadn't believed those talesHere I sit wilted like a flowerIn comparison reality certainly pales If only ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:08:00 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2666-mud-pies-and-falling-back-to-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2666-mud-pies-and-falling-back-to-love I can't explain how today I tumbledFumbled, tripped then finally fell It's been well over three hundred daysWhen the ground vanished under foot It made no sense, how can one flyAs if sprouted wings among the sky Up, up, upward spiral from root to tipAnd kisses the dampened curve of lips Imagine my surprise when I felt dirtTurned to mud slip between my toes And the wild hurdle, stomach curdlingKamikaze plunge to where it all began With the realization it was never the fallOr the ride, but the cool feel of solid earth Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:06:46 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2666 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2666 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2666 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-2612-missing-in-action https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2612-missing-in-action Last night I mislaid six fat tearsI attempted to keep trackFrom their reconnaissance missionIn the fine lines about my eyesTo the sodden trail left behind And then they were goneNo note, no mission statementNo reason I can rest easy thoughNot like the time four skinny tearsWent A.W.O.LAnd waged battle without me Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:32:57 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2605-lovers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2605-lovers Lovers...Bound by the past...Struggle to move forwardImbedded splinters still bloody...From love Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:31:45 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2605 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-2633-love-is https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2633-love-is Three in the morning a babe cries Exhaustion overwhelms, the noise increases No choice, she peels her body from the sheet To tend her little man Six O'clock, the sun is waking Another's cry, weak but urgent As vomit fills the hall, hits the walls On her hands and knees, she wipes away The filth, her other hand extends in comfort The clock strikes twelve, life is hectic The laundry monster grows Alphagetti scatter with giggles Grape juice stains white cotton Like blood seeps from a wound The bewitching hour arrives Among books, chatter, Bubbles splash across tiles The ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:30:34 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2633 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2633 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2633 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2654-love-and-the-stomach-flu https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2654-love-and-the-stomach-flu The sun comes upSlow to wakeOn this day of restThe pungent odourOf regurgitated dinnerAnd a pile of soiled linenIn the hallNext to the loveThat makes the smellBearable Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:30:03 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2675-lines-around-an-aged-mouth-a-villanelle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2675-lines-around-an-aged-mouth-a-villanelle Silence resonates between the faded linesEverywhere light-hearted laughter once grewShadows dance amongst sinister designs Empty words churn inside guarded confinesWhen lies become truths in a world askewSilence resonates between the faded lines With eyelids closed I never saw the signsExpectations long denied cannot pursueShadows dance amongst sinister designs Old Betrayals savage pain underminesAn attempt to live life and love anewSilence resonates between the faded lines The past seeps and with the present combinesInsidious intents that love's fables construeShadows dance amongst sinister designs Broken vows stretch across withered vinesWhere now faith has bid its final adieuSilence resonates between the faded linesShadows ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:29:25 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2675 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2675 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2675