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May 28 2012
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O.G. Hawkins, Poetry

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?
-
O.G. Hawkins
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1 – The Cure
2 – Rolling Stones
3 – The Beatles
4 – Leonard Cohen
 
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May 27 2012
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Poetry, Steven Truong

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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May 25 2012
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Joanna Hyde, Poetry

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

-

Joanna Hyde
April 17th 2012   The Hawk Kitchen   5:22pm

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May 22 2012
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Poetry, Thom Olsen

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
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May 17 2012
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O.G. Hawkins, Poetry

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
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May 16 2012
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Joanna Hyde, Poetry

BREAKING


There goes My Amazing Daughter

pounding down the road, twice, without stopping

having left behind a mess, of sorts, in the kitchen

 

So here I sit watching the waves

breaking pounding in Me

after drawing up a Real Estate Ad

to sell My Mother’s Dream

 

Quick Sale –

So That I May Have My Dream

 

here on The Hawk

with The Crows

The Cats

Hunter

& My Daughter

who wants to go surf

 -

Joanna Hyde
April 18th 2012   The Hawk Portico   6:00pm

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May 14 2012
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Jill Joy, Poetry

Succulent Love

the Love between Us

is a Pure and Gentle thing

i Fear you Misunderstand its Nature

its Importance

what it needs to Grow and to Thrive.

i Fear I can’t make You See these things

in Time.

the Love between Us

is a Hardy Succulent

but as it turns out,

even Succulents need Water once a week

and the Leaves, though Juicy

are Fragile.

© Jill Joy 2012

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Jill Joy
www.jilljoy.com
619.857.4251

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May 14 2012
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Poetry, Thom Olsen

de well

the law decided of itself to rule
by happenstance or you decide
as we bring thee first to school
to anticipate is to ride
by foment or a phoney rain
time spent double quick
you could look back in vain
the good perhaps making you sick
justice coy voyager lands
the thimble of devotion spun
laughs and shakes hands
though everyone won
to lose to tip the scales
though that never fails

Thom Olsen
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May 13 2012
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Art, Jackie Blair McSween, Poetry

Arrival & (A Mother’s day Poem)

acrylic on canvas
by Jackie Blair
www.jackieblair.ca 

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I paint from the Light

and write from the dark

Happy Mother’s day -

I am writing a poem

Now that I have this out of the way

I can get to my painting

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May 09 2012
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O.G. Hawkins, Poetry

Minority Government

You act like
It’s not your fault
Hoggin’ the mic
And the single malt

I know what you want
You’ve made that clear
They looked so gaunt
Eyes filled with fear

I wasn’t born like this
Now I’ve so much owin’
I took a risk
Like Leonard Cohen

The rising sun 1
The depraved fun
Is comin’ home to roost
You think you’re done
And, of course, you’ve won
Enemies now securely noosed

Pistol shots ring out
In a barroom night 2
Demons sing, demons shout
Some black, others white

The morning fog
Is finally lifting
A warning, a dog
Transport, shifting

Disempowerment
Disenfranchised
Minority government
Ill-fitting, yeah – poorly sized

O.G. Hawkins

 

1 – Aerosmith
2 – Bob Dylan

 

 

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