If you live in a town too small, can’t find an event in the place where you live, if the place where you live would prohibit an event like this, if the authorities would lock you up for organizing, please send me a poem and photo of you holding a sign that says 100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE and the name of the place wherever you are at the time and I’ll add your contribution to our blog.
100TPC.org
100 Thousand Poets For Change
I always find myself in towns too small, and who knows where I’ll even be in September, but you can count on me to do something, wherever I am.
Yay!!
Absolutely on board! I am very excited about this.
Diana
This is a fantastic event for us, ‘the unseen legislators of the world’.
“POETS/ are the outlaws, outcasts, oddballs/no one hears or notices./Like blind Homer, intent upon therhythm of the story/we are all that’s ever left.”
Mary Ann Napoleone:
I just discovered the thousand poets event, which I will post on my blog, www kansasplains.blogspot.com, a blog about Kansas writings and Kansas writers. Looks like except for Wherever You Are, the only places in Kansas will be Kansas City, Kansas (yes, a shadow of the bigger Kansas City, MO), and Glasco, which I had to look up on mapquest. If I don’t get lost in the abyrinth of the internet, I want to also post your comment about poets being outlaws, etc. I’m not sure where I will be on September 24, probably back in Joplin, MO., which certainly needs all the poetry it can garner.
Carry on! Viva Kansas!!!
I’m too late to send a picture, but here is a bit of rabble for the rousers!!!
Novus Ordo
I live beside a golf course, although I never play
Watching them hack and putt and such and while the hours away
I wonder how they find the time, seems I never have enough
Chasing down my hopes and dreams and other fancy stuff
I asked my friend to help me but he’d just come from those links
His plan to get a check from me, he always on the brinks
I’d like to plant some wheat out there or maybe corn and beans
Some berries on the tee box and lettuce on the greens
But who would run the sprinklers to water all my crops
I’d have to do it myself I guess, not to mention, tassel-tops
Would the guys still come with spiky shoes to aerate all the soil?
Perhaps come down to bended knee to help me with my toil
Maybe use their scorecards and tiny little pencils
To tally up the bushels or help me fix the fence holes
But then who’d duff about all day upon these fields so green
Launching minute plastic balls, trying to beat the mean
~Final Edit 9/23/2011
by Mason Atlas Crow
How Camels and Elephants See Things
Too big to fail
Too small to succeed
So call up the doctors
And legalize weed
They’re already hooked on way harder stuff
Like crystalline rocks and religious re-buff
The crabs are migrating in a great rolling ball
We dip in our buckets and hide from the squall
Who’ll blow the whistle and call ~ Hey Timeout!
Let’s wake the bear with a ‘Yawp’ and a shout
Onward they trundle those camels and ele-phants
Screaming ’bout brambles in unending rants
Who’s scared of that rustling out there in the brush?
The next big pariah that threatens to crush
Our beliefs and our standards ~ Our great way of life
We’re sick of the drama, fed up with the strife
A patriot seeks to raise a nation up
Not add more tears to an overfull cup
~MAC 2011
Taskmaster
You say this
And this and this
Yes this, I say
and that and thus
Again you say this
But what about this
Always this
You dis upon this
This, this, this
This, that, thus
Why all the fuss
About this, this, this
When this ’cause of that
has brought us to thus
~MAC 2011
Waampum
American dollars spread thin
Like cold jam on stale bread
Between logs and people
Black as pitch on Indian kayaks
From B to W
And back to the Tex-arab-i-cans
Worn proudly like threadbare t-shirts
Holy from recognition
Green and Black
Spilling like water
In rivulets and streams
On deserts here and there
Seeping into the cracks
Juicing the mossy clingers
Blue then red then black
Still we spin and stash and hope
As it soaks up the Sun
On liver spotted flesh
Losers and flowers
Wave on the breeze
Tell it to the wind
Gold, red, white and blue, and black
~MAC Final Edit 09/23/2011
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