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June 8, 2011

coffee

by jhon baker

I need to start drinking iced coffee or maybe iced tea. I’m the only one I know that really doesn’t care for iced tea and I absolutely cannot stand iced coffee. iced soy chai – now your talking but why go out and spend five bucks just to sit outside and fuck around on the laptop. It is never too hot to enjoy the home brew – it is never too cold to eat a bowl of ice cream, and all movies watch better with popcorn.

Today’s poem is a few years old and has been published twice – once in Roadkill zen Journal and again in my book, hands on the hips (available from Amazon or signed if you order through the buttons in the upper right hand corner), I have put it up because RKzJ has closed their site and it is no longer available there – this is the bad thing about internet publication, it creates no history. I think I should take screen shots where my poems appear on this world wide web just to have the history for my self – kept in a box at the bottom of a closet.

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togethercoloured
roadside diner,
a dollar for bitter coffee.
I want the hard rain.
I want the long rain,
HARD on my shoulders and face
with hands stuffed in pockets
clutching three dollars.
I want the drowning rain,
pooling underneath
walking feet. Running
shoes cleaned and soaking;
peregrination of two miles
in a Chicago summer,
toward a phone call, paper towels
and over-extracted coffee.
– Hoc Scripsi 



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May 3, 2011

prose/poem/prose poem/ as I opine about my poetry slightly

by jhon baker

I’ve started another blog because I liked the url that was available. I have yet to do anything with it other than ramble about my mental abberations.
it is http://mentalslip.blogspot.com
don’t expect much there as this blog is still my main place of blogging communication.

I am having trouble choosing poems for the next print edition on PigeonBike – the first four I sent were rejected much to my surprise but upon rereading I can now see what the publisher wants – this is an important lesson in submitting (submission), knowing what the publisher is looking for. Now I am considering the voice that the original two published there were written in. They are heavily influenced by David Ignatow which is a voice I like to write in as it is similar to mine. What I would like is to find a place for my half poetic prose half poem pieces – this is an honest voice that I love but have found no takers that I know of yet. There are some out there right now but we shall see.

as an example:

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stunned and lovely

I’m suppose to be writing the most perfect of poems but am sitting around doing nothing. I’m disgusted by the news on the wire and prose badly written meant to move us to tears. but this is nothing that we haven’t seen before this is nothing that I’ve not written before, it’s not my birthday so there is no excuse and the book on my nightstand rests with the mark on page 309, SO I trade in bonds to pay for new landscaping and feel really stupid and wonder what I will hear next but not from who.

most of all I really want to be stunned and lovely.

fuck the songs that say differently, it is never easy unless it is. Standing out strongly but in fear and not beautiful but gently. It was last friday night and suspecting that this would be here like it is and I’m not saying good bye.

here’s to life!
here’s to life.
viva la vida –
a star, quarter,
four fingers of Johnnie Walker
chocking back the innocence
to truly gain perspective.

 – Hoc Scripsi

I love this style and am still learning to breathe in it.

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March 25, 2011

as a side note

by jhon baker
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as a poet I am venerable,
vulnerable.
I cry.
weep.
stagger.
close my eyes tight.
hope.
dream.
love.
hate.
dance.
I am not weak.
vulnerability is not a weakness nor a reflection of weakness.
I defy any human who fails to see my strength,
with my toothy bared teeth,
my child’s smile,
my care free
turn of daffodils and dandelions.
I do not recite the Lord’s prayer,
I am a poet,

I shall be beatified,

I have my own.
 – Hoc Scripsi – a mediation on Saul Williams and his expressions
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as an aside and I hate to put this here:
support your favorite poets…

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February 9, 2011

Poems not by Jhon Baker, poems by one of my favorites –

by jhon baker

Did I ever tell you that my son writes poetry? I think I have  (this post)- I love his efforts, such as:

Stars beneath

Stars are beneath
the clouds
in the sun and rain

 – or –

o, dear, O
dear
what shall we do
in the horror

 – or –

Rain

Rain falling
from the sky
really, the clouds

 – or –

wow
wow
wow
how many candies
are there?

All by Jackson Grey

His favorite poets are Shel Silverstein, William Blake, his Daddy, Bob Dylan, Sylvia Plath, Bukowski, Langston Hughes, Jack Prelutsky, Carl Sandburg, Garcia Lorca, Emily Dickinson, Ogden Nash, WCW, Paul Simon, and so many others
when asked he says – “mostly it’s you, daddy.”

“My poetry is great, but I still need to write poetry in my poetry book that I’m making. I make poetry because my Dad, he makes poetry.” – Jackson

He want’s to add –
“Jhon is a great poet, everyone should read it and tell your friends and they should tell their friends, and everybody should read the poetry, tell everyone is the whole wide world.” – Jackson

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