Cool Poems by Other People
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Poems I liked that I found on the internet written by other people.
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Does Marge have friends?
(a poem in fifteen tweets)
By Raphael Bob-Waksberg
Who are Marge’s friends? Is Helen Lovejoy a friend? Sarah Wiggum? Agnes Skinner?
To whom does Marge spill her secrets over coffee on cold days? Who laughs at Marge’s jokes? Who knows Marge, truly and well?
Who tells Marge to leave the brute, knowing she won’t? “You don’t have to stay. You deserve so much more.”
Who, on a morning walk, sees a tall blue bush, texts a photo to Marge, “this made me think of you”? Surely not Lenny, or Kirk or Luann.
Did Marge mourn for Maude Flanders? Late nights, at the kitchen table, staring at her own hands. Is she haunted still by her absence?
Does she see in her late neighbor a cautionary tale? Seldom-remembered, semi-anonymous Maude — could this fate too befall Marge?
Perhaps, once at a summer barbecue, when both were still alive, Maude grabbed Marge’s hand under the table and held tight.
What prompted this sudden connection, this sudden expression of— what was it, warmth?
The two weren’t close— acquaintances, sure, had they ever even hugged?
And yet here they were, holding hands, silently, secretly, while their children shrieked and their husbands grilled the hot dogs.
One night, Marge couldn’t sleep, the linens, hung to dry in the yard, flapping in the wind with unprecedented accent.
Marge wandered into the night, a fleck of yellow in a blanket of white stars, and she felt, as she often did, alone.
Marge felt the sharp grass on her feet, the breeze on her face. Over the fence she saw Maude, pale as a sheet, her eyes wet with tears.
Marge looked to her— “Maude?” and Maude shook her head.
And Maude whispered this: “It’s not the calm before the storm that frightens me. It’s the calm that follows.” -
Song of the Prettybird
by Shay Alexi Stewart
I've lived 20 prettybird years
Of this great big prettybird life
And i think i pretty pretty pretty bird bird pretty much know what im talking about
People like to poke fun at my pretty bird pretty preening
At my pretty pretty bird pretty feathers
But look at my long clean coat
At my pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs
When pigeon men track me cross sky highway
tHey are happy to trace hungry orange eyes
between my pretty pretty bird bird feathers
To busy fantasizing pretty bird
Wet dreams swollen chest fluff fest
To pretty poke bird fun
To pretty poke fun bird
To pretty bird bird pretty bird bird pretty pretty pretty
Too busy fantasizing
to poke fun at permanently preening pretty bird
My vanity is insanity unless it helps get you off
What a treat hosting eyes between my thighs
They will spend equal time begging to share bed with me
Condemning mediocrity
How does one achieve complexity when all she was ever taught to be was basic
Pigeon man wants pretty bird to pretty bird
Until pretty bird fulfills ideas of prettiness
Then shes too pretty pretty bird bird paralyzing and preened
Look at my long clean coat
At my pretty pretty bid pretty pink legs
Track me cross sky highway
Take a picture I beg you
Take a picture pretty bird pretty bird
My left side is my best side
I have a best side
I have a better half
I am a half
Pretty cus they want a pretty bird bird
I grew up on a diet of bread crumbs catalog clippings and sidewalk cracks
How do you expect anything else
Pretty sure i know what im talking about
Pretty sure
pretty sure
Maybe not
Sorry sorry sorry sorry
Can i ask a question
Sorry sorrry
May i may i
Pretty bird used to sing
Baby bird used to sing
Baby bird was pretty bird before pretty bird learned to pretty
And baby bird could compose whole symphonies
Acute intricacies melodies capturing vacies poetry
But the reviews came in
and they prefered apology
So she shrank
learned to make herself small enough
to nearly fit back in her eggshell
to tip toe atop eggshells
expanded flight just long enough
for pigeon men to track her cross sky highway
but still she sang too loud
so they caged her up
for her pretty pretty bird bird long clean coat
for her pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs
and they said sing pretty lady sing
but I forgot how
so I said
pretty pretty bird bird look at my long clean coat
at my pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs
but they were bored of me
here's her performance of it
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