acrylic on canvas board
by Jackie Blair McSween
Jackie Blair Fine Art
pointsthruprose
A COLLECTIVE BLOG FOR WRITERS & ARTISTS
Seventeen Seconds {2012]
Seventeen seconds 1
A year and a half
Not much diff, I reckon
Broken tablets & golden calf
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Don’t fight it 2
Let it be 3
Can’t right it
Don’t you see?
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The suits
The wronged
Bamboo shoots
Cheech & Chong
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Telly Savalas
Arthur Fonzarelli
Golden chalice
Inappropriate celly
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The rich get richer 4
The poor get loaded
Why don’tcha ditch her?
And why is everything so coded?
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O.G. Hawkins
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1 – The Cure
2 – Rolling Stones
3 – The Beatles
4 – Leonard Cohen
An Open letter to Hard Work
Hard work
I used to hate you
I used to loathe your very name
You were to blame for my own shortcomings
You were the problem, not me, never me
The simple thought of you would send me into a downward slump
Reps and sets, routines and schedules, sweat and tears. Not something I wanted to go through
Running countless hours towards an end with no finish
Chasing something immeasurable and seemingly unachievable
You were my wall hard work. My own personal Demon
You tried to break me, to scare me, to drive me away
I just couldn’t see the point
What could you possibly give to me?
What the hell can I hope to achieve?
But still I devoted myself to you
I put faith in the fact that you could change me
The me that I was tired of seeing; that I was ashamed to be
The weak and pathetic me that I had let myself turn into
You were all that I had; all that I had left to cling onto
I would not run from you
I could not and would not be scared of you
I’ve heard the stories about how you operate
How you would break the strongest of men and leave them with nothing
Of how countless others have been reduced to tears because of you
But I’ve also heard the stories of what you can do
What people have achieved alongside of you
What I could become by believing in you
This is my open letter to you hard work
I will not be defeated, not by you, not by anyone
So come for me
I’m waiting for you to pay off
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-Steven Truong
http://imsteventruong.wordpress.com/
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THE HAWK KITCHEN 2:32pm
SOCIAL PROFILE
joannagilmanhyde must be a Throwback to The Fifties:
White Stay-At-Home Mom
Wife to A Silver Haired Doctor
Moderate Drinker — Would Like To Smoke
NOT A CHURCH GOER
Eats Red Meat & Lots Of It
Likes To Shop but Considers Cost
Doesn’t Care (very much) What She Drives
As Long As It Works
Has Been Seen Eating @ MacDonalds
In An Off-The-Shoulder Oprah Evening Dress
FINDERS KEEPERS
I must expel
The Dream of My Mother
which caught Me
in Its Apple Branches
which caught
My Children’s Father
in Her Spell
My Spell
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Tonight I offered
My Children’s Father
a finder’s fee for a buyer
for McNutt –
My Mother’s Island
where He asked Me
if I missed Him –
The Summer Island where
We built
The Thoreau House
I was pregnant then
with Our First Child
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Joanna Hyde
April 17th 2012 The Hawk Kitchen 5:22pm
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Watercolours
watercolours
by Murdoch McSween
from the sonnet one (shake s on e i)
of any beauty we want more and think perhaps that it can last yet as we know of days before poets sings of our long past so even you in gracious squint which hints the sparkle of your eyes your memory but tint passing beauty as it hies though you are lovely today as winter til it become spring another summer follows may to refresh beauty in answering a sad world to want though also then we come alive and gone again [written in unnamed toronto park] Thom Olsen
Those Cards
That’s not what I said!
You know that’s not true
I pray but still see red
And will never understand you
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The knots in my back
Have life of their own
It’s not experience I lack
Decades after promise shown
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I thought I knew what I was doing
I thought I had it figured
There an hour before the viewing
I saw it all triggered
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“Home is where the heart is”
“You can sleep when you’re dead”
I’ve known what apart is
Lying in our empty bed
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Misrepresent me
Tell another lie
Those cards that you sent me
What, where and why?
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O.G. Hawkins
