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    <title>Featured Poetry Archive</title>
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      <title>Will you smoke weed at my funeral?</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2025 03:09:42 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/will-you-smoke-weed-at-my-funeral.168/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/will-you-smoke-weed-at-my-funeral.168/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Lance Watson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Lance Watson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Will you smoke weed at my funeral<br />
or will you pretend it&#039;s a serious occasion?<br />
 <br />
I’m not asking for much.<br />
Just a little skunky acknowledgment<br />
that I lived the way I lived—<br />
half earnest, half checked out,<br />
always suspicious of authority,<br />
including my own.<br />
 <br />
I picture the room:<br />
bad carpet, folding chairs,<br />
a podium that wobbles if you lean on it,<br />
someone mispronouncing my name<br />
like they didn’t really know me<br />
but felt obligated to show up anyway.<br />
 <br />
There’s a slideshow.<br />
There’s always a slideshow....<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/will-you-smoke-weed-at-my-funeral.168/" class="internalLink">Will you smoke weed at my funeral?</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Keeping it Together</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2022 14:38:05 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/keeping-it-together.164/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/keeping-it-together.164/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Nolcha Fox)</author>
      <dc:creator>Nolcha Fox</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Pick up all the trodden leaves,<br />
glue them back to branches.<br />
Remind the trees to fondle fall.<br />
 <br />
Wrap broken hearts with masking tape<br />
to keep the pieces in their place.<br />
Slap Band-Aids on the holes.<br />
 <br />
Tie lovers chest to chest with rope<br />
so they can never leave each other,<br />
paste them to their promises.<br />
 <br />
Sometimes you need<br />
the little things<br />
to keep the world together]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Purpose</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2022 15:41:46 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/purpose.162/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/purpose.162/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Raymond Huffman)</author>
      <dc:creator>Raymond Huffman</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<i>Purpose</i><br />
 <br />
My ceiling fan has been happily spinning<br />
for the twenty-years I have known it<br />
without complaining<br />
It was old even then<br />
No one notices its silent gravity<br />
until I stop it for cleaning<br />
and the room tilts<br />
then rights itself as the fan is started<br />
How great it would be<br />
to have only one purpose<br />
and be thanked for it occasionally]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Coloring Book</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2022 20:54:49 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/coloring-book.160/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/coloring-book.160/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Tom Strong)</author>
      <dc:creator>Tom Strong</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Twins<br />
one inside the lines <br />
one as if they don’t exist.<br />
<br />
&quot;How wonderful….&quot;<br />
mother says<br />
both on the frig.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>LITTLE WREN</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2022 21:48:04 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/little-wren.152/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/little-wren.152/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Leeza Simmons Sikes)</author>
      <dc:creator>Leeza Simmons Sikes</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[little wren<br />
give me<br />
another chance<br />
not to<br />
scare you]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Ice Cream and Mud</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2022 14:16:18 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/ice-cream-and-mud.143/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/ice-cream-and-mud.143/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Nolcha Fox)</author>
      <dc:creator>Nolcha Fox</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Ice cream may trickle on furnace-hot days.<br />
Mascara runs rivers of black with sad tears.<br />
Feast on her cheekbones, the curves of her body.<br />
With her, without her, both salty brine pickles.<br />
When you are lonely, her absence is famine.<br />
A bullfrog sings sorrow in mud.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Elephant Rug</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2022 13:05:31 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/elephant-rug.141/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/elephant-rug.141/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Julie A. Dickson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Julie A. Dickson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Elephant Rug<br />
 <br />
 <br />
I received a large box by mail at the door<br />
containing a strange pink and gray elephant<br />
rug which was laid on my bedroom floor;<br />
my grandmother’s gift left me reticent.<br />
 <br />
My eyes widened with growing dismay;<br />
for on the high-polished floor by my bed<br />
lay the thing, a seemingly innocent gray<br />
strange oval rug with an elephant head.<br />
 <br />
The elephant rug was to stay in my room;<br />
mother announced as she stood with me there;<br />
I felt my heart fill with utter dark gloom<br />
as those elephant...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/elephant-rug.141/" class="internalLink">Elephant Rug</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>HEARING MY NEIGHBOR’S FAVORITE TV SHOWS</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2022 18:08:44 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/hearing-my-neighbor%E2%80%99s-favorite-tv-shows.135/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/hearing-my-neighbor%E2%80%99s-favorite-tv-shows.135/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Leeza Simmons Sikes)</author>
      <dc:creator>Leeza Simmons Sikes</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[HEARING MY NEIGHBOR’S FAVORITE TV SHOWS<br />
<br />
the neighbor watches<br />
”Friends” and “The Big Bang Theory”<br />
LOUD<br />
the theme songs to these<br />
shows<br />
shoot up through<br />
the floorboards<br />
to my<br />
torture chamber]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Juicy Ellipses…</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2022 18:17:18 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/juicy-ellipses%E2%80%A6.133/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/juicy-ellipses%E2%80%A6.133/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Michael Ashley)</author>
      <dc:creator>Michael Ashley</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span style="font-family: 'futura'">Juicy Ellipses</span></b></span><b><span style="font-family: 'futura'"><span style="font-size: 26px">.</span><span style="font-size: 18px">.</span><span style="font-size: 15px">.</span></span></b><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-family: 'futura'">how they glisten— the round balls <br />
that trail off the page edge</span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-family: 'futura'">perhaps into the perfect ridges<br />
of walnut veneer</span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-family: 'futura'">that itself is covered with debris—<br />
 <br />
paperclips in their PVC pyjamas </span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-family: 'futura'">rolled scraps of rubber from the pencil’s eraser</span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-family: 'futura'">quadrangles of paper <br />
that...</span><br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/juicy-ellipses%E2%80%A6.133/" class="internalLink">Juicy Ellipses…</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Making music</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2022 22:33:12 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/making-music.132/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/making-music.132/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Julie A. Dickson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Julie A. Dickson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Making music<br />
 <br />
isn’t me<br />
not enough voice to sing<br />
harmony if someone better<br />
can drown me out<br />
 <br />
you say anyone can learn<br />
to play, to read music but<br />
it’s as much another language<br />
as the Spanish I struggle to recall<br />
 <br />
can’t play piano even though I tried,<br />
gave up on me -&nbsp;&nbsp;the teacher after<br />
practicing a year on the old upright<br />
I inherited from my grandmother<br />
 <br />
so I write the music in my head,<br />
ok the lyrics are what I write, not<br />
actual tunes, but sometimes I dream<br />
that I am playing and singing...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/making-music.132/" class="internalLink">Making music</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Italian</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2022 13:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/italian.123/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/italian.123/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[she puts on this<br />
Italian music<br />
<br />
old scratchy<br />
tunes<br />
 <br />
from a concave<br />
moon<br />
 <br />
over Venice canals<br />
melting into the water<br />
 <br />
and<br />
into my old country<br />
dreams]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Mojave Poem</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2022 16:07:12 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/mojave-poem.100/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/mojave-poem.100/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Lance Jencks)</author>
      <dc:creator>Lance Jencks</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[You must be well-equipped<br />
for days hot, nights cold.<br />
Know how to build a fire;<br />
keep it contained;<br />
avoid fines.<br />
Always park your vehicle<br />
prepped for escape.<br />
Learn where to walk,<br />
and how to walk back.<br />
Once you reach a nice spot,<br />
make yourself part of the landscape.<br />
Rest in some shade, or in a stream.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wait<br />
&#039;til animals come.<br />
 <br />
We scamper over boulders<br />
naked, unafraid—bathe in cool pools<br />
within the rocks.<br />
At times we have sex:<br />
sand becomes fecund<br />
with generative possibility.<br />
Up in...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/mojave-poem.100/" class="internalLink">Mojave Poem</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Poetry roundtable</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2022 12:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/poetry-roundtable.90/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/poetry-roundtable.90/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Julia Schott)</author>
      <dc:creator>Julia Schott</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[I met this poet<br />
at school<br />
he was honest<br />
<br />
“fuck you,” he said<br />
“your poetry sucks”<br />
<br />
“okay,” I said<br />
<br />
this was after I told him<br />
how he might make a couple<br />
of his stanzas better<br />
<br />
I met another poet<br />
over drinks<br />
after a poetry reading<br />
he was interested<br />
in fucking me<br />
<br />
“editors suck,”<br />
he told me<br />
“most of them can’t write<br />
they exist<br />
to piss us off”<br />
<br />
“it’s true,” I said<br />
“we should publish<br />
ourselves<br />
but would that make us editors,<br />
too?”<br />
<br />
“hmm,” he said<br />
“wanna go back<br />
to my place?”<br />
<br />
“I’d like to,” I...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/poetry-roundtable.90/" class="internalLink">Poetry roundtable</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>LEEZA’S PIECES</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2022 01:16:35 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/leeza%E2%80%99s-pieces.89/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/leeza%E2%80%99s-pieces.89/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Leeza Simmons Sikes)</author>
      <dc:creator>Leeza Simmons Sikes</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[SEXT<br />
 <br />
I don’t know how to sext<br />
 <br />
but if I did<br />
 <br />
I’d sext<br />
you something stupid<br />
like<br />
cum over here<br />
 <br />
and you’re so dumb<br />
it’d probably turn you on<br />
which would turn me on<br />
 <br />
and I’d wish I’d never sexted you<br />
 <br />
because all I’d have in my hands<br />
 <br />
is a stupid phone]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Santa's Lap</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2022 22:35:39 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/santas-lap.87/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/santas-lap.87/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Sarival Hollins Meade)</author>
      <dc:creator>Sarival Hollins Meade</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Anything you want,&quot; <br />
he chirped.<br />
 <br />
&quot;Bring him back,&quot;<br />
I replied,<br />
 <br />
and his face changed.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Coffee Bitch</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2022 04:46:45 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/coffee-bitch.85/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/coffee-bitch.85/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Leeza Simmons Sikes)</author>
      <dc:creator>Leeza Simmons Sikes</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[my<br />
girlfriend<br />
is<br />
a<br />
royal<br />
bitch<br />
before<br />
coffee<br />
<br />
after<br />
coffee<br />
she’s<br />
just<br />
a<br />
bitch]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Happy holidays?</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2022 19:13:05 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/happy-holidays.81/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/happy-holidays.81/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Jay Dougherty)</author>
      <dc:creator>Jay Dougherty</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="https://tenmillionflies.com/rudolphs-red-nose-looks-like-a-big-zit/2672.html" target="_blank" class="externalLink" rel="nofollow">For Dan.</a> <a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/members/107/" class="username" data-user="107, @Daniel J. Flore III">@Daniel J. Flore III</a> <img src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie8" alt=":D" title="Big Grin    :D" /><br />
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<img src="https://media.istockphoto.com/id/183374189/photo/mad-santa.jpg?s=612x612&amp;w=0&amp;k=20&amp;c=kJrJfb07lW1dcRJOM04_1lrF_YCSygR326HyQH2--ko=" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" alt="[&#x200B;IMG]" data-url="https://media.istockphoto.com/id/183374189/photo/mad-santa.jpg?s=612x612&amp;w=0&amp;k=20&amp;c=kJrJfb07lW1dcRJOM04_1lrF_YCSygR326HyQH2--ko=" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Caterpillar of Yellow</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2022 19:23:42 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/caterpillar-of-yellow.80/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/caterpillar-of-yellow.80/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Julie A. Dickson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Julie A. Dickson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Caterpillar of Yellow<br />
 <br />
 <br />
Caterpillar of yellow, a debonair fellow<br />
crawls as inchworm up thistle and vine<br />
Prefers yellow hue, and if I was you<br />
I’d tell him he’s decked out quite fine<br />
 <br />
Stylin’ I’d say, you’d best back away<br />
and let him get on with his task<br />
Interrupt nature; don&#039;t try to assuage here<br />
he’ll tell you his plan if you ask<br />
 <br />
Munching on flower, alone by the hour<br />
blend in like a camouflaged bird<br />
Once eaten his fill, he’ll be stayin&#039; until -<br />
on his way with nary a word<br />
 <br />
What’s that...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/caterpillar-of-yellow.80/" class="internalLink">Caterpillar of Yellow</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>The black rose of poverty</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2022 19:32:51 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/the-black-rose-of-poverty.79/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/the-black-rose-of-poverty.79/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<i><b>The black rose of poverty</b></i><br />
<br />
the black rose of poverty smells<br />
like the money you wanna ask your parents for<br />
old leftover refrigerated pizza<br />
the leather of a wallet there&#039;s no point in carrying<br />
gasoline you don&#039;t have to get to a doctor<br />
you can&#039;t afford<br />
and a big &quot;why&quot;<br />
turning from the clicking ceiling fan<br />
you just may find yourself swinging from]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Table #6 next to the window</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2022 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/table-6-next-to-the-window.74/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/table-6-next-to-the-window.74/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (silent lotus)</author>
      <dc:creator>silent lotus</dc:creator>
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      <title>On the Run</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2022 15:50:17 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/on-the-run.61/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/on-the-run.61/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Mike Casetta)</author>
      <dc:creator>Mike Casetta</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Toby poked a hole<br />
in the woman he loved.<br />
His belt buckle, the culprit.<br />
 <br />
She hissed like a snake<br />
so he ran like the Dickens.<br />
The trailer is all hers now.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Stay on that fucking bus</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2022 15:31:09 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/stay-on-that-fucking-bus.60/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/stay-on-that-fucking-bus.60/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Michael Ashley)</author>
      <dc:creator>Michael Ashley</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: 'futura'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Stay on that fucking bus </b></span><br />
<br />
past the monoliths saluting the sky with their geometry <br />
beyond the three story red-bricks <br />
who merge in a wanton blur as you pass<br />
on to where the road becomes a gravel path<br />
forking out to the cliff tops from which you may jump<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
.</span>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>BACK COVER BLURB</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/back-cover-blurb.56/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/back-cover-blurb.56/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<span data-s9e-mediaembed="youtube" style="display:inline-block;width:100%;max-width:640px"><span style="display:block;overflow:hidden;position:relative;padding-bottom:56.25%"><iframe allowfullscreen="" loading="lazy" scrolling="no" style="background:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/HyZIvnkkaxc/hqdefault.jpg) 50% 50% / cover;border:0;height:100%;left:0;position:absolute;width:100%" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HyZIvnkkaxc"></iframe></span></span><br />
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-Daniel J. Flore III, author of a book.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>The Proper Tack</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2022 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/the-proper-tack.55/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/the-proper-tack.55/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Jay Dougherty)</author>
      <dc:creator>Jay Dougherty</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Two floors down a man plays<br />
his stereo<br />
<br />
it is 3 a.m.<br />
<br />
two hours ago I thought<br />
to go down there and tell him<br />
to shut it up<br />
<br />
or play something I liked<br />
<br />
but I didn&#039;t...<br />
<br />
most men are unbending<br />
at that hour<br />
<br />
perhaps I will invite him<br />
to tea<br />
someday<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and chop him<br />
with an axe.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>art</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2022 10:17:25 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/art.53/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/art.53/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Martina Tina Rimbaldo)</author>
      <dc:creator>Martina Tina Rimbaldo</dc:creator>
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      <title>I NEVER SAW TITANIC</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2022 20:59:12 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/i-never-saw-titanic.44/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/i-never-saw-titanic.44/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
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      <title>55 on the Green</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2022 10:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/55-on-the-green.41/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/55-on-the-green.41/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Julie A. Dickson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Julie A. Dickson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[’55 on the Green<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Green truck haphazardly sits<br />
<br />
outside window as if slumped<br />
<br />
on a comfortable couch,<br />
<br />
deserves to rest, wing-tip elbows<br />
<br />
outstretched, watching the view<br />
<br />
as if to say, “<i>you too</i>”?<br />
<br />
<br />
Shows signs of wear, like anyone<br />
<br />
mature&nbsp;&nbsp;– a few wrinkles<br />
<br />
and scratches, lines of age,<br />
<br />
in ’55 all the rage…<br />
<br />
but now provokes strange glances,<br />
<br />
uncaring it clambers along,<br />
<br />
taking its time, “<i>I earned it</i>”.<br />
<br />
<br />
No one’s gonna kick tires now,<br />
<br />
got no AC, don’t bother asking.<br />
<br />
Sure,...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/55-on-the-green.41/" class="internalLink">55 on the Green</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Roaming Road</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2022 14:54:14 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/roaming-road.34/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/roaming-road.34/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Raymond Huffman)</author>
      <dc:creator>Raymond Huffman</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<i>Roaming Road</i><br />
<br />
This new featured poetry site has taken a hard turn<br />
brambling brush on each side<br />
I like that my old car has already sent me beyond the “dead end” sign<br />
city lights in my rear view mirror<br />
And somewhere far below someone is working in a factory<br />
making huge steel gears<br />
not knowing there is a full moon<br />
or what buffalo do at night]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>some evening in March at the coffee shop</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2022 08:16:25 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/some-evening-in-march-at-the-coffee-shop.33/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/some-evening-in-march-at-the-coffee-shop.33/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Lance Watson)</author>
      <dc:creator>Lance Watson</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[&quot;yeah, i don&#039;t know why they don&#039;t<br />
legalize this stuff,&quot; karsten said.<br />
<br />
i watched the thick plume of smoke<br />
snake up out of his joint<br />
and collect at the top of the ceiling<br />
<br />
&quot;yeah,&quot; i said<br />
<br />
&quot;it&#039;s like, can you imagine<br />
if they made alcohol illegal <br />
again<br />
like they should, cuz the stuff is <br />
way more lethal<br />
than weed&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;it is,&quot; i said.<br />
&quot;i even hate being around people<br />
who drink alcohol.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;they&#039;re scary,&quot; i said<br />
<br />
&quot;they are,&quot; karstens added<br />
<br />
&quot;plus they destroy other people&#039;s<br />
lives with their...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/some-evening-in-march-at-the-coffee-shop.33/" class="internalLink">some evening in March at the coffee shop</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>MY BOOK COSTS 7 BUCKS</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 21:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/my-book-costs-7-bucks.32/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/my-book-costs-7-bucks.32/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<b>MY BOOK COSTS 7 BUCKS</b><br />
<br />
my brain matter is worth 7 bucks<br />
read me on kindle and I’m worth even less<br />
my frustration is fourteen cents prolly<br />
my longing is a bright new shiny penny<br />
the love in the book is free<br />
buy me cheap<br />
I’m a cheap bastard<br />
I’ll take your 7 bucks<br />
and give you poetry that<br />
looks like satan vomiting<br />
through my nostrils<br />
and Jesus<br />
cleaning up the mess]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>&amp; you can pee in the river &amp; that’s important</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 13:40:45 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/you-can-pee-in-the-river-that%E2%80%99s-important.26/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/you-can-pee-in-the-river-that%E2%80%99s-important.26/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Mike Casetta)</author>
      <dc:creator>Mike Casetta</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[I’m numb, my brain’s a’ haze<br />
I can’t take the news anymore<br />
I need to grab my ol&#039; fishing pole<br />
get my huckleberry ass out the door<br />
<br />
gonna catch me a rainbow trout<br />
take out the hook &amp; set him free<br />
I’ll watch him swim away<br />
his fins &amp; tail waving at me<br />
<br />
I’ll have a picnic in the shade<br />
&amp; leave the ants some bread &amp; cheese<br />
the only news I want to hear today<br />
is what the birds tell the trees]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>There are mornings when</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2022 14:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/there-are-mornings-when.25/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/there-are-mornings-when.25/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Jay Dougherty)</author>
      <dc:creator>Jay Dougherty</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[There are mornings when<br />
&quot;Good Morning America&quot;<br />
wakes me up<br />
and I don&#039;t need to<br />
open my eyes <br />
to know you&#039;re still<br />
not home<br />
<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;●<br />
<br />
There are mornings when<br />
we stand in the shower<br />
together, for hours<br />
and lick each other&#039;s<br />
wounds<br />
<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;●<br />
<br />
There are mornings when<br />
the phone rings<br />
only once<br />
<br />
there are mornings when<br />
I pick it up<br />
quickly<br />
to a click<br />
<br />
there are mornings when<br />
I get calls<br />
too<br />
<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;●<br />
<br />
There are mornings when<br />
I feel I know what will happen<br />
to us<br />
years from now<br />
<br />
and roll over.]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Scoffing custard creams</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2022 20:02:37 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/scoffing-custard-creams.17/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/scoffing-custard-creams.17/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Michael Ashley)</author>
      <dc:creator>Michael Ashley</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: 'futura'">Soft bite <br />
The bright packet<br />
One bar of the fire <br />
Pangs tear down my gut <br />
<br />
Drift of cobwebs <br />
Old furniture <br />
Imbecile dog snoring in the corner<br />
Nouns upon nouns<br />
God casting his ivory net <br />
<br />
Drink the last of the warm pink wine <br />
Run the iron over the stale shirt <br />
Undo the manky cuffs <br />
Grime fast in fabric<br />
Sludge under the rubber insole <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</span>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>*Incantations</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 10:39:45 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/incantations.13/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/incantations.13/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (silent lotus)</author>
      <dc:creator>silent lotus</dc:creator>
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      <title>Last Men on a Distant Mountain</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 13:28:22 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/last-men-on-a-distant-mountain.10/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/last-men-on-a-distant-mountain.10/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Jay Dougherty)</author>
      <dc:creator>Jay Dougherty</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Though they grit their teeth all<br />
the while<br />
while they hate their own sound<br />
sound<br />
for the sake of echoes<br />
they hear<br />
hear<br />
<br />
<img src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1478515463067-d20f52aace26?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&amp;ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxwaG90by1wYWdlfHx8fGVufDB8fHx8&amp;auto=format&amp;fit=crop&amp;w=1000&amp;q=80" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" alt="[&#x200B;IMG]" data-url="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1478515463067-d20f52aace26?ixlib=rb-4.0.3&amp;ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxwaG90by1wYWdlfHx8fGVufDB8fHx8&amp;auto=format&amp;fit=crop&amp;w=1000&amp;q=80" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>Why Bird Songs Are Never Seen</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2022 20:34:25 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/why-bird-songs-are-never-seen.8/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/why-bird-songs-are-never-seen.8/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Raymond Huffman)</author>
      <dc:creator>Raymond Huffman</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<i>Why Bird Songs Are Never Seen</i><br />
<br />
One day for reasons still not understood<br />
Sun decided it needed a new way to say<i> I am here</i><br />
<br />
So it sent a peculiar light<br />
that turned everything golden orange<br />
clouds water trees grass<br />
windows buffalo and all the animals’ eyes<br />
even the songs of birds<br />
<br />
Though it was difficult<br />
Sun liked it<br />
resulting in every morning after<br />
being that color<br />
<br />
But the birds fearing hawks<br />
and thus not wanting their songs to be seen<br />
demanded Sun make the songs invisible<br />
which...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/why-bird-songs-are-never-seen.8/" class="internalLink">Why Bird Songs Are Never Seen</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>thirteen ways of looking at nothing</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2022 13:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-nothing.5/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-nothing.5/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Jay Dougherty)</author>
      <dc:creator>Jay Dougherty</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<b>1</b><br />
with your eyes closed<br />
pretending to see<br />
only the dark<br />
parts]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>$30 short of rent</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2022 20:10:18 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/30-short-of-rent.4/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/30-short-of-rent.4/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (Daniel J. Flore III)</author>
      <dc:creator>Daniel J. Flore III</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<b>$30 SHORT OF RENT</b><br />
<br />
I was on the couch thinking people were spying on me. Delusional like nausea of the brain and anxiety exploded. My pills don&#039;t work but they help. Didn&#039;t matter, I had already taken them. Then the diarrhea came. A couple of rock turds that seemed like they were speaking to me pushed out saying, &quot;IT&#039;S ALL OVER FOR YOU.&quot; Then a stream of consciousness black and brown water current of shit (me with no life jacket) poured from the guts of my mind anus. I laid back down....<br />
<br />
<a href="https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/30-short-of-rent.4/" class="internalLink">$30 short of rent</a>]]></content:encoded>
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      <title>An amazing poem</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2022 18:10:58 +0000</pubDate>
      <link>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/an-amazing-poem.2/</link>
      <guid>https://featuredpoetry.com/threads/an-amazing-poem.2/</guid>
      <author>invalid@example.com (madmin)</author>
      <dc:creator>madmin</dc:creator>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[This is an<br />
amazing<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
poem]]></content:encoded>
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