NOT SATISFIED AT ALL WITH THIS POEM CRITIQUES GREATLY ENCOURAGED!!

love like a hippy loves
love is to me like a New Yorker is to
obscenities
love like you wish you could
that’s how you love, that’s how you
make it.

I’m god. No really, I’m god.
Seriously!
Oh come on-you pray to
me
every morning
you fear me as the sun sets
you fear me when the earth quakes
and here I am
I’m in front of you
realize me.

What’s that? You refuse.
Well, isn’t that a gas?
What-what’s that-oh.
You need to attend a spiritual
service recognizing god,
but-oh.
you still don’t believe me, eh?
I guess cause it’s
early in the morning
and I
haven’t brushed my teeth
and admittedly, I look
like crap.

And I’m homeless.

No wonder you don’t believe in me.
Believe in god, but not in me.

love.

I love you all.

And I quote, “The sexual act is
The vehicle through which
man displays this aspect of
his partnership
with
God, and this is one reason why its perversion
Is considered among the
worst
of
sins.”

I added the line breaks.

There’s a distortion of my love?
My!
I see people going out and disgracing
my love!
And to think it was…
a present, all this time.

But what is it, my love?

No, I’m asking.
I’m open-minded.

I may be god, but I’m open-minded.
I want to know of this
love
stretched out and guillotined
so much it doesn’t really
resemble what I set it out
to
be-
or it does? Fill me in.
I’m out of the loop. I’m clueless.

All I know is two things.

Damn it, yes, two things, I’m
sorry if I lead you to believe otherwise.

Okay, so two things.
Here they are:
one-
I’m full of love.
I just know this.

two-
all around, people are writing these
books
and poems
about me,
it’s awful flattering,
but I don’t know.

I really don’t.
just these two things

love.

Verbatim (critiques greatly encouraged)

Let me be obvious on paper:

may I display myself across these
seas of white? could I spread myself
out, thick like syrup? I cannot
imagine being truthful toward you in
another way; could you write
me, darling? write me out like
old English prose
turn my legs into letters, my
fingertips into punctuation marks?
I would prefer it this way
my body into poetry,

here:
here I am a question
here an answer
here a statement,
as a book, as a sonnet,
a novel, a note,

let me rephrase myself,
gently lift my arms for two
careful parenthesis
pushing away dust and sun,

careful, clutch my spine when
you hold me, my pages
might fall out.

Thou Shall Obey Ogden Nash

Ogden Nash was a
prophet, his words
sewn in verses like chapters
of the bible,
just as a priest who reads
Genesis, finding God in
illuminated passages
feels more purposeful in his life,
so too does a poet who reads
Ogden Nash feel a new
power in his craft,
in his slant rhymes
his rhymes which were barely
rhymes which were neat
in these, here, Ogden Nash displayed
absolute truths for the disciples
of Literature.

submission.

fine. i'm here. happy everyone? lovely. i'm happy when you're all happy.


very nice. now, a nice thought of the day. CAPITALIZATION. why do we need it? chew on that. another thing i'd like to share with y'all.

"Celery raw
develops the jaw
but celery stewed
is more quietly chewed"

-Ogden Nash

on that note, i think i'm going to post something. CARPE DIEM. it's a beautiful day.


Love,
Lizzie.

Lilies

“There’s nothing like flowers,”
She said, smiling cheerily
and filling yet another cup with
A bouquet of lilies.

She said, smiling cheerily
“These should brighten the room.”
A bouquet of lilies
In a plastic cup.

“These should brighten the room,”
And then she left.
In a plastic cup
Stood the lilies, unwilted.

And then she left.
On the nightstand
Stood the lilies, unwilted
Next to his bed.

On the nightstand
I rested my hands;
Next to his bed
I called his name.

I rested my hands;
Looking into his closed eyes
I called his name
His lips moved lightly.

Looking into his closed eyes
A flash of hope:
His lips moved lightly
It was only his breath.

A flash of hope —
Then gone.
It was only his breath;
No other response.

Then gone
— the end.
No other response;
I wept.

Lexicon of Neologisms

Abilation- Happiness (Ayelet)
Blof- A blog with many typos (Jon)
Bloth- A blog you rarely update (Blog+Sloth) (Shimshon Stu)
Combegends- Two or more words which have similar meanings and can be joined by overlapping letters at the beginning and end of the words ex. stupidiot, paradoxymoron (Malka)
Discarsting- Gross to the point that it scars you (Lizzie) 

Heliotroph- Fire eater (Ayelet)
Hugasm- The warm, fuzzy feeling one gets when hugged (Malka)
Lasm- Spasm during laughter (Rachel)
Nonographers- Someone who reads languages that they don't understand aloud (Tamar)
Obnoxiousity- An extreme amount of obnoxiousness (Lizzie)
Omnicheer- Complete happiness (Michaela)
Pseudomaster- Person who uses disguise (Rachel)
Pseudoneologists- People who invent words for fun, not professionally (Malka)
Quirl- Tangle (Rachel)
Trasses- Tickling grass (Ayelet)

Vanished

The first line of this poem is taken from a poem by Jacob Glatstein.

You vanished with us.
Where we are gone,
You are no longer.

Disappeared, away, forgotten.
We leave nothing behind,
And yet everything.

Where have we gone?
When.
To a past and a future
When we will be safe.

If no one can find you,
No one can hurt you.
Take your time;
They will only follow you if you leave them clues.

But now we are here,
Now we are now.
Forget the future;
You already know how it will end.

But the past?
Hold that,
Or history will kick you
When you least expect it.
Or where you least expect it.

Whom did you leave behind
When you left? When you vanished?
Whom did we leave behind?

Are you here? Are you now?
Existence is questioned,
Released,
Flown from,
Forgotten?
No. Never forgotten--
It is the past.

Vanished.
Gone.
We are all together.
Gone.
I wish I could go home.