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    How Is Your Heart?
    Charles Bukowski

    during my worst times
    on the park benches
    in the jails
    or living with
    whores
    I always had this certain
    contentment—
    I wouldn’t call it
    happiness—
    it was more of an inner
    balance
    that settled for
    whatever was occuring
    and it helped in the
    factories
    and when relationships
    went wrong
    with the
    girls.

    it helped
    through the
    wars and the
    hangovers
    the backalley fights
    the
    hospitals.

    to awaken in a cheap room
    in a strange city and
    pull up the shade—
    this was the craziest kind of
    contentment

    and to walk across the floor
    to an old dresser with a
    cracked mirror—
    see myself, ugly,
    grinning at it all.

    what matters most is
    how well you
    walk through the
    fire.

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    Beautiful, Tony! But where are your own poems?
    #Stay home as much as you can and stay well

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danik 2016 View Post
    Beautiful, Tony! But where are your own poems?
    They're still in the personal poetry sections. Oh god, should I kiss the ocean - and then dive into her soft depths and retrieve my poems from the bottom, gasping.
    Last edited by tonywalt; 07-14-2020 at 07:08 PM.

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    This is a photograph of me by Margaret Atwood


    It was taken some time ago.
    At first it seems to be
    a smeared
    print: blurred lines and grey flecks
    blended with the paper;

    then, as you scan
    it, you see in the left-hand corner
    a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
    (balsam or spruce) emerging
    and, to the right, halfway up
    what ought to be a gentle
    slope, a small frame house.

    In the background there is a lake,
    and beyond that, some low hills.

    (The photograph was taken
    the day after I drowned.

    I am in the lake, in the center
    of the picture, just under the surface.

    It is difficult to say where
    precisely, or to say
    how large or small I am:
    the effect of water
    on light is a distortion

    but if you look long enough,
    eventually
    you will be able to see me.)

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    Rather sad, melancholy piece... enjoyed.

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

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    For Jane


    225 days under grass
    and you know more than I.
    they have long taken your blood,
    you are a dry stick in a basket.
    is this how it works?
    in this room
    the hours of love
    still make shadows.

    when you left
    you took almost
    everything.
    I kneel in the nights
    before tigers
    that will not let me be.

    what you were
    will not happen again.
    the tigers have found me
    and I do not care.

    (charles bukowski)

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    This Be The Verse

    BY PHILIP LARKIN

    They f uck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were ****ed up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

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