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Some sound advice.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Some sound advice.

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21st Century Youth Poets

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With friends at the bridge (NH)

Happy National Poetry Month!  To kick it off, we’re celebrating some younger poets who are making moves where most of us haven’t yet.

The youth is critical.  They are the next step, our successors.  One over arching focus, with all my literary projects, is to promote to the youth, my peers.

I graduated High School the spring of 2013.  I spent that time cutting…

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Dolphins now have Rights: Review of Beach Sloth

It’s a challenge to write positively, to put the old stereotypes away and slander the Hemingway traditions, but Beach Sloth accepts that challenge, and probably doesn’t give a shit what you think. 

Fucking the body of poetry

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Let’s get lost in 100 acre wood

and make love without touching each other but touching ourselves in front of each other and staring with such lust it nakeds trees and forces the Catholics of the world to exile us into pre-mature damnation

It feels like pre-mature ejaculation

and then shoving…

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

How high are the wolves?

"YOU HAVE TWO FUCKING OPTIONS KID

AND IF YOU HESITATE ILL PUT ONE BULLET IN HER ASS

BREAK HER FINGERS BLOODY

SHOOT YOUR BALLSAK 

YING YANG YOUR BODIES

THEN STOMP YOU BOTH DEAD

Here are your options.”

The thought tosses me a gun. 

"Shoot yourself

or I shoot Her.”

*bang*

The wolves are stoned.

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Math is art, and art is math

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Magic Math: Felino A. Soriano’s “Mathematics”
by Alison Ross

As an academic subject, mathematics both intrigues and terrifies me. In school I was beyond awful in it, and most likely suffered from dyscalculia. I am still math illiterate, but the difference now is that I appreciate math – its multi-foliate mysteries are no longer anathema to me so much as a beautiful enigma that slips through the…

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There’s a poem in pretend guns

their bullet casings written upon in childish scribbles of imagination

the firing range is infinite

so together,

we shoot.

"Words are fossilized butterfly wings,
pretty to look at sometimes,
but only good for Museums.
I want to miserably burn down the Museums."

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Jeremiah Walton  (via thatlitsite)

BACK YOUR WORDS WITH ACTIONS!  

Apathy and desperation manufacture self loathing, the cheapest gasoline. 

(via jeremiahwaltonpoetry)

(via thegrassgrowsgreenhere)

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Waiting on a lover’s letter in purgatory between yes and no,
damp corner
with mold
and sparkles of maybe-sunrise.

Some blood rain will never wash away

I kiss pencils in the morning
and begin burning them Dawn.

  The ashes rainbow in anticipation.  previously published in The Rainbow Journal

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"There are horrible events going on all over the world. Human beings are really fucking up. Poets, we can’t just write poems. We have to put poems into action."

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Jeremiah Walton  (via thatlitsite)

Another quote.  That Lit Site, you rule brother.  

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Declare imagination independent
scare the chickensouls
Arizone sunsets
Songs of Walmart
once more sung
Chicago’s envious woman with guns sing
Hang blankets over the van’s windows
giggle flowers
mmm… what?
I was distracted
remiscining Buffalo &
dropping the dollar.

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I have strong enough jaws.
I can chew.

I know we’re made for each other. I’ve unEarthed faith

Depression is a crumpled piece of paper
origami smiles unfold real.

Communication is a highway
we’re constructing
lane by lane.

Howl for Howl
and you’ll find me under the sheets
howling

my fingers
a moving castle

manipulating paper
and pixels

to produce poetry
& the oddest love notes.

Depression is a crumpled piece of paper,

origami smiles unfold real

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My Moonbeams

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Our first date was stolen cheese cake in a walmart.

Picked up terrified poet is Brattleboro

Poet acts asinine

dumped in Erie.

I’m sorting my shit out
and will be back August 1st.

I hope to make love with you without touching again.

Bubble bath cuddling

knife tongue fights.

But you I will…

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A cultural rant inspired from The Pennycandystore Beyond EI

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First we read the poem, and then follow this with analysis and a cultural rant tinted with love.

The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where i first
fell in love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that September afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum

Outside…

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from Smile W/ Sparks (of a shotgun shot)

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Performing Poem & Poet at Poets’ House in Erie, P.A.

Getting lost in conversation is easy
Sentences are labyrinths
The minotaur composed of ignorance
voice is sacrifice.

Hunt.

POET, CEASE WRITING!
Why do you speak flowers?
Communicate with natural flow.
What does your sacrifice sound like?
How do you sound stripped of metaphor?
POET! ARE YOU PAYING…

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