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BeardNow a lot of you don't know this,Beard by oddlyaromatic
but I'm a really good singer.
People often ask me how I sing so well.
The answer is borderline obvious,
but I give it nonetheless:
facial hair. Carefully groomed.
When I trim this beard, I sing.
I hum. I do some orating.
I'm not shaping hair, really,
I'm shaping tone.
A beard attenuates the voice's
harsher qualities, which travel
along the cheeks, as is well documented
I go at it like a Bonsai master.
"Some… where over the rainbow…"
That's what you'll hear from my bathroom
of a Saturday morning.
"Way… up… high..."
The beard smooths,
it softens, it makes your voice
like a blanket.
People just want to wrap
themselves up in it.
I'm talking about your Barry Whites,
your Bobby McFerrins, your Ronnie Drews,
your ZZ Tops, your Ray LaMontagnes,
your Cat Stevenses, your Pavarottis...
and your early Kings of Leon.
This isn't just off the top of my head.
These are prepared words
based on careful research.
I don't need advice from a gardenThe timber-fenced yardI don't need advice from a garden by oddlyaromatic
overrun with weeds and ivy leaves
says you've lost your way,
you should be eating from trees like a giraffe -
you have the neck for it, it says.
But this year's memories
are shaping up a treat:
I get out of bed, dress myself,
undress myself and get back into bed,
occasionally omitting one of the four steps,
or doing the same thing twice.
Other things happen too,
but are not reinforced by repetition
and if this year was a day, it would contain
only these four steps
and your beautiful lips.
Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry ReadingSince you have all come to hear poems,Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry Reading by oddlyaromatic
when poems are freely available in book form,
I assume you are here
because for some reason or other you felt obliged,
or this kind of thing is the kind of thing you want to support,
or maybe it just feels good to be here. That's okay too.
I'm not sure why there are so few/many of you,
but—surely—it is the prevailing condition
of poetry in this area, and such a number
in such a place represents the deplorable/commendable
level of local investment in the arts and culture,
for which those responsible should be duly applauded/castigated.
I'm afraid you will be hearing six kinds of poetry this evening,
which is to say there will be slow poems, fast poems,
loud poems, quiet poems, poems about tea, and of course,
poems that we are not really sure are poems at all,
of which this is arguably the first. Emergency exits are available
in case the rhetoric is literally inflammatory.
Heckling is permitted whenever I hold up this sign,
but at other times, for y
City 5, EntropyThe city is fullCity 5, Entropy by oddlyaromatic
it's full of girls!
Like – schoolgirls –
who you just know
are going to grow up
to be headwreckers.
And you'd feel sorry for the boys
who don't know any better,
only you see the youngfellas
they have these days
and fuck it,
they deserve each other.
City 7, T. G. I. F.The city is full of Fridays -City 7, T. G. I. F. by oddlyaromatic
get the 9.30 out of town
and check out the losers
going home early.
They glance out the window.
of a road frequently travelled,
and another week done
One of them thinks of saying something,
but the bus is louder than usual
and people sit further apart.
Driver, turn off the lights;
we can sit in the dark
and you just keep on driving.
Can you feel the wind
shake this thing?
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Why I want you to +fav this work.
If you +fav this work, your effort will give me an immense sense of well being.
I will feel that a part of my heart has been forever devoted to this piece. For each and every soul that believes, \"this deserves a +fav\" I will grow ever happier. My view will become ever more optimistic and hope for the future will be installed within me.
My outlook on life will be like that of a sun coming out from behind a cloud, getting brighter and warmer with every second elapsed. I will forget my worries, my bad memories, my aches and pains, I will drop my chains. For each and every +fav will free me from an unwanted displeasure. Turning me into a new and better person.
My favourite saviours shall lighten my burden and relieve me from stress, they will give life reason and effort purpose. The satisfaction of a job well done becoming proven fact
The rain is stopping my friends, the clouds are dispersing. The thunder is now only a faint rumble and lightning is no mo
I Miss YouWaves crash on the shoreI Miss You by sweet-ophelia
Salt tears sliding down my face
Broken picture frame
|I write poetry, plays, and music. I've published, read, and had work performed in Ireland and the US. I now live in Atlanta, play the banjo, and work for a small folk music label. I don't know what to do with my DA account any more, except occasional outbursts.|