Chamblee54

DJT Tweets About HRC
she has done poorly with such men – horrible things about my supporter
brainpower is highly overrated – constantly playing women’s card
reading poorly from telepromter – she should be ashamed of herself
pandering to the worst instincts – never been anything like her lies
no solutions no ideas no credibility – she has failed failed failed failed
#ScaryStoriesIn5Words
ann coulter make out session – bernie sanders in tighty-whities
dating naked renewed next season – freddy krueger wet dream deodorant
leak hilary clinton nude photos – honey boo boo mom sextape
kim kardashian retweets my picture – view deray mckesson verify account
michael jackson coming to babysit – stuck in traffic with diarrhea
viral infection makes cows extinct – we’re having a vegan wedding
#5WordSeduction
i often use correct punctuation – will never never vote republican
dishes are done laundry folded – make you pancakes tomorrow dear
how about watching some football – your nipples taste really funny
does this smell like chloroform? – my ankle bracelet doesn’t work
wanna see my comic collection?
#ShareYourBadJoke
two cannibals were eating a clown does this taste funny to you?
bees go to bathroom at bp station – f transitioning into m is dude process
a neutron walks into a bar orders beer bartender says for you no charge
what does hipster weigh? an instagram – past present future go into bar its tense
a pair of jumper cables walks into a bar i’ll serve you but don’t start anything
#4WordCauseOfDeath Part Two
toxic work environment diversity – beginner at russian roulette
drank cheap gas station coffee – monday morning gas station sushi
retweeting while driving drunk – after overdosing on tiny violins
flesh wound involving a unicorn
Not Getting To Perform Part Two
java monkey speaks 11 pm curfew – piers gaveston got lost in the fog
lady before him had anger to spew – some would call her a female dog
poet style a machine gun monotone – went on on on much longer than needed
evil hillary toxic trump rupaul unknown – poopeyhead purge is never completed
if others are waiting please trim your word – we have only so much time
listen to others if you want to be heard – respectability politics are not a crime
Java Monkey is down stairs from a condo building. If the show goes on past 11pm, there is trouble. On this night, a new emcee was taking over. There was a big crowd, and I was way down on the list. When 11pm was approaching, a young lady started to speak. No one had ever heard her before. She had an angry, political speech. There was no let up, no change of pace, no concession to the comfort of the audience. It is a cliche of activism that “it is not my job to make you comfortable.” This may work for the protest stage, especially when you are preaching to the choir. However, Sunday night open mic is entertainment. You can be political, but you should be aware of your audience. It is rather selfish to take the “its not my job…” attitude in any circumstances. When you are preaching to the converted, it does not matter. However, when a curfew is approaching, and people are not going to get to perform, “its not my job” is not a good look.
#RejectedPantoneColors
taupe of the heap supremacy white – destroy soul of my enemy pink
urinal cake pink ratchet red – taco filling tube red $5 whorange
engine light orange blonde kanye – urine trouble yellow oil spill black
pc beige hot dog factory flesh tone – penis envy green algae pond green
splatter green truck stop hooker blue – cornhole blue honey boo boo blue
barney purple just the tip purple – umber the rainbow who gives a fuscia
sausage jockey
brothers of the fudge big boy combo play – microwave popcorn hot dog engineer
bowling in the basement hershey highway – liquor in the front poker in the rear
intestinal tourist private first class – backdoor barbeque michelangelo
anal chainsaw massacre backstage pass – vegan hotpocket curly larry moe
hunker down brown town panorama – sausage jockey creeper peeper
sliding all the way to lower alabama – stick it in stick it in deeper deeper
dance the chocolate chacha elton john – driving on on on on the autobahn
Mexico Later – tweets from @realDonaldTrump
saturday night live is worst of nbc – not funny cast is terrible really bad
in horrible shape falling apart pee – not to mention crime infested sad
totally made up facts by sleazebag – a failed spy afraid of being sued
are we living in nazi germany drag – lost so badly they just don’t know dude
most over-rated actress in hollywood – arnold schwarzenegger got swamped
just more very dishonest media hood – sleazebag political operative stomped
will be paid back by mexico later rot – going to be a smooth transition not
Shakespeare Insult Generator
thou errant doghearted measle squid – gorbellied whoreson haggard booby hatch
you should be women yet your beards forbid – tottering obscene greasy tallow-catch
hence, horrible villain I’ll spurn thine eyes – like balls before me I’ll unhair thy head
poisonous bunch-back’d toadstool surprise – brine smarting in lingering pickle dead
thou clay-brained guts knotty-pated fool – cockered ill-breeding beef witted tool
thine horrid image doth unfix my hair – per bootless mongrel strumpet derrière
your virginity breeds mites much like a cheese – as tedious as tired old whore strip tease
thou dankish unchin-snouted malcontent – spleeny dog hearted onion-eyed pignut
bawdy flap-mouthed giggler testament – frothy beetle-headed gudgeon mac butt
thy hugger bugger kiss is comfortless – as frozen water to a hungry snake
wayward canker-blossom pox-mark putress – thou mangled sheep-biting bladder forsake
i scorn you, scurvy companion buttock – misbegotten folly-fallen rut sock
fawning dizzy eyed porcine maggot-pie – roguish earth-vexing bugbear lullaby
rascally, cheating, poor lack-linen mate – away you moldy old rogue ruminate
We believe black lives matter
Woman’s rights are human rights and that no human is illegal
We know that science is real We feel that love is love
We see that kindness is important
As is correct grammar proper spelling, and fact checking
Mckinnon Acrostic
morphodite democratic delusion
cracker employment asylum martyr
killer media self is an illusion
if you assume everyone is smarter
needle on fingers of an open grope
noodle protest against humidity
opiate the futility of hope
not smiling idiot stupidity
lilac never be dishonest weasel
under powerless alienation
testosterone altruistic people
hear affirmation find inebriation
eager starvation somnambulist
rocking and rolling materialist
Rules For Writing
writing is a part of who you are – not just something that you do
writing well requires a rhythm star – just finish what you’ve started boo
read more sacrifice overflowing – be a person who enjoys sitting down
it’s not about finishing it’s knowing – when to stop writing and go to town
style is a mood you generate out – of yourself can do anything you want
don’t listen to anyone with doubt – who tells you how to write or taunt
Autological
sesquipedalian hyperventilation – fricative wishy washy frankenword
unhyphenated articulation – superfluous awkward canary bird
time-consuming nasal cacophonous – supererogatory twelve-letter
literary harmless euphonious – redundant grandiloquent go getter
asexual visible aromatic – nonpalindromic pentasyllabic
esoteric synthetic problematic – pedantic polysyllabic bombastic
formal dactylic anagramatic – self-referential multisyllabic
Miss Moo
zoom yuk yowza zinger twinkle – snarl snore wallop yadda yahoo
whisper whip why whinny waffle – warble woo hoo wee wee woo woo
tweek poop twang peep trickle tick tock – tinkle swish thump squish thud tee tee
squeak squeal splatter spank snuggle shock – slurp spit heehaw twitter snap spree
scarf rustle rush rumble scat scrap – rabbit rip rattle rah rah ru
smash smack slosh slop slither slip slap – shit slash sizzle sing shuffle screw
puff poot plop plink prattle plonk plunk – pitter patter ping pong piss poo
oink mutter ouch nutter ooze junk – murmur munch moan mumble miss moo

coffee cigarettes whiskey dope – free verse almost never free
poetryzac won’t help you cope – copacetic dog synchronicity
preacher shouting prose g-ddamn – writer pants stay up all the time
crack ultra violent poetry slam – fine print prose will never rhyme
poet music will make you dance – knee jerk hip hop broken ass
prose puts money in your pants – too much fail to take a class
Why I Don’t Say The N-Word
the n-word hurts my neighbor
if wrong person hears me say the n-word i get hurt fired sued
the n-word is not a fair fight no word like it for white people
becky cracker honky don’t match negative power of either -a or -er
the n-word demeans people who say the n-word why hurt myself?
chicken-headery clitoris cow – cunnilingus dependent ecstasy
exponential fellatio gentleman – immediate jumbotron orgasm – penetrative position possible
talk to me with your mouth full – tease me like a dirty hornbag you
gag reflex kicks in jaw snapping – don’t have to take your clothes off
glorious gob round my knob – gobblin’ gums around my plums – youthful uber upside my goober
The week before July 10, 2016, was rough.Two black men were shot dead by police. Five Dallas police were killed by a sniper. I knew there would be a lot of black emotion at Java Monkey. The best thing for a white man to do was to be there, and listen. I brought a smutty poem, sixtynine more words, to read. The rest of the time, I was quiet, and let other people speak.
One of the other white men felt the same way. He opened his poem by saying that it was not his struggle, and it was not appropriate for him to speak. (Those were not the exact words.) I spoke to him at intermission. He said to think about this… what if you were a black person, coming to read on a night with much black pain. You looked in the audience, and there were no white people to listen?
Two weeks earlier, a young lady was talking about her natural hair. There was a comment about how *white* hands like to touch this hair. After this comment was made, a loud round of applause, and laughter, rose from the room. I was puzzled, and just a wee bit hurt. I have never had the slightest desire to touch a black lady’s hair.
So the evening went. The names of Timothy Hill and Gerard Foster were not spoken. They were two men shot to death during the previous week. Mr. Foster was in a Decatur apartment complex, walking distance from Java Monkey. Mr. Hill was in a gas station parking lot, less than ten miles from Java Monkey. Mr. Hill was a bystander, when two men had a dispute over a parking spot.
java monkey speaks black white mix americas bad week
two black men shot dead by police
best thing for white man to do is be there listen
not your struggle not appropriate – read your smutty poem shut up
first they came for the rich i clicked like on facebook
then they came for #racists i tweeted a #woke #hashtag
then they came for truth tellers i gave my #thoughts&prayers
then they came for me
when in doubt quit talking – not everyone enjoys hearing your voice
listen twice as much as you talk – anger and loud talk make things worse
use name of g-d with kindness respect – understand if you want to be understood
forgive if you want to be forgiven
autoerotic bj becky bestiality – blow me blumpkin blumpy bob
boss brain canoodle captain chair – chicken head chrome commander
deep throat dine at the Y furburger – eat foam give brain gobby goose
headmaster hoover hover hummer – knob knowledge manipulation
munch carpet nosh peck play – rusty trombone skin flute skull
slob knob slurpin gherkin smack – smoke pole square away swallow
I picked a good year to start performing poetry in Decatur. In August of 2016, Decatur hosted the National Poetry Slam. I don’t do slams, but felt the urge to help out as a volunteer. I wound up working three days, with mixed results. On Wednesday, I worked at the haiku slam. The emcee put me to work on signing up contestants. It got a bit frantic, but wound up being fun. The next event was “Black Poets Speak Out.” The anger was more than I could handle, and I left. Your right to be angry does not include my obligation to listen.
I thought that was it for me, until I saw an email asking for more volunteers at the semi finals. The event was held on the beautiful Agnes Scott campus. As usual, there was not a lot to do, except stand in back of the auditorium and watch.
Glori B., from Austin TX, performed a piece about rape. There was a lot of fast, loud, angry talking. I missed some of the qualifying details. What I did hear was at the end. This is not a verbatim quote. “Men, if you want to know what rape culture is, it is you.” While Gloria B might not have meant that…. that men were rape culture … that is the message the I heard. When people are shouting, subtleties and nuance go out the window. What comes through is the message… YOU ARE RAPE CULTURE. Slam is not a subtle medium. You go for the impact, and the details don’t matter.
Glori B, and a partner, had a piece later in the show. The two women shouted, both standing up and crouched over. The piece could be summed up by a haiku Glori B did wednesday… again, this is not a verbatim quote… call me bitch and that gives me permission to show you what one is. The piece was extremely well received by the audience. As for confusing Glori B with a lady dog …
Sonnet Number Two
bake brownies blow mud build a log cabin – bust a grumpie burn a mule blow ordure
code brown crap factory get happy win – lubrication defecation manure
discharge doo doo craptastic driver ball – drop kids off bomber pool hot honkey night
wolf bait trout duke it out go down the hall – dump trump wailin’ palin burger delight
deep fried twinkie luther burger breakfast – regurgitation free the turtle fast
expel shy hamster dumper diver lunch – grease the bowl grow a tail corpulent crunch
fly fecal matter effluent sinner – give birth to future state trooper dinner
@blackedpoetry how to make new blackout poetry
1- find an old book magazine or newspaper and a black marker
2- let the phrases find you
It was about this time that I made friends with blackout poetry. The idea is simple. Take a sheet of paper, and use magic markers to blot out all the words that don’t fit your agenda. Here are a few examples of traditional blackout poetry. I decided that editing hard copy with ink was crude and messy. You can do it easier with a computer.
How To Write A Poem
avoid all clichés know your goal – communicate theme pimp your soul
glorious image simile metaphor – concrete word that will never bore
don’t do sentimental revise revise – subvert fabulous ordinary lies
always rhyme with extreme caution – over the road to daydream has been
one two three for even laughter – a pair of odds the numbers after
mythical zero prelude four five – total six seven eight nine survive
i saw the debate i stayed up late – worried for the blue and the red
listened to trump who took a big dump – while a man shot a citizen dead
i saw trump slither heard hillary dither – feel my brother’s pain how is he insane
this will not end very well
The big story in 2016 was the election of Donald J. Trump as President of the United States. I did not write many poems about this unfolding horror story. If you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all. The Democrats blew it. They lose an election to a dangerous idiot. The Democrats thought if they called Donald J. Trump a racist, then it would help Hillary Clinton win. It did not work. Now we have a deplorable man as President, and the racial divide is worse than ever.

come on all you big strong peeps – uncle sam has got in deep
she got herself in a terrible jam – out there in #afghanistan
put down your phones – and give us your loot – there’s a lot of folks to shoot
jesus saw judas leaving – mary magdalene’s place
jesus told mm i wish you – would quit doing this
mm handed jesus – two pieces of silver – shut up here’s your cut
obsolete jesus leave me alone – obsession with life after death poisons faith
stop your shouting – get along with your neighbor – show comfortable path to g-d
Eight Line Poem Part Two
young americans width of a circle – sound and vision scary monsters
rock n’ roll suicide quicksand queen – bitch panic in detroit moonage
daydream andy warhol life on mars – kooks jean genie hang onto yourself
fame eight line poem changes – bewley brothers ashes to ashes
This brings us to 2016. January 8 is David Bowie’s birthday. I celebrated by repackaging some old posts, writing a poem of song titles, and creating a computer play list. Two days later, David Bowie died. This was the first indication that 2016 was going to be a very strange year. I decided to honor Bob Dylan’s May 26 birthday in the same way that I observed David Bowie’s. Bob Dylan went on to win the Nobel Prize. Meanwhile, another Bowie tribute was required. Pictures were taken at the doll’s head trail, off Moreland Avenue.
Eight Line Poem The End
ashes to ashes chameleon comedian – corinthian caricature andy warhol
take a cement fix major tom – speed jive don’t want to stay alive
quaaludes and red wine oh by jingoes – reflexes like a whore falls wanking to the floor
wham bam thank you ma’am – i’ll be a rock’n rolling bitch for you
After the Tennessee show, I wanted to find a place to read in public. There were several options. The one I kept hearing about was Java Monkey, a coffee shop in downtown Decatur. One day, someone told me where you could park on Sunday night. On February 28, 2016, I went to my first open mic. The plan was to observe the scene, and bring something to read if I was brave enough. I wound up as the last spot of the evening. I later learned that this is not a good spot, that most people had left by then. Nonetheless, I saw the welcoming vibe of the house, and have been going back regularly for the last two years. My notes said I read “java edit022916.” which was a combination of a few short poems. I don’t remember how many I actually read. JM has a strict one piece rule, and an 11pm curfew.
This influenced my writing. I began to notice what gets a reaction, and what does not. The big word poems did not do the trick. The neo-pornographic, the bouncy rhythms, and melodious wordplay got the crowd going. I would also start to experiment with different forms of poetry. The sonnet is the gateway drug here. The more poems you read, the more you learn what the crowd wants to hear.
April is national poetry month. One way to celebrate is to write thirty poems in thirty days. On chamblee54, this means a picture for every line of text. Between Apri 2 and April 26, thirty graphic poems were published at chamblee54. This is not recommended if you have a life.
Hank Bukowski
hank bukowski hates my poems – hank or his bookcover name charles
hate poems that rhyme hate poems – set in 38 point comic sans with
dogs in the background hank hates – open mic poetry drinking coffee
people think charles died in 1994 – his body was very well preserved
charles still goes to racetrack places – his bet on number nine horse with
a twenty fished out of commode – after hank took a dump on top of it
poems continue to spit out like hot – turds on the morning after a beer drunk
hank hates me reading this
She Will Be His Wife
another sunday night at java monkey – waiting on turn man on stage talks
he has been sorry but is better now – calls out name says she will be his wife
everyone cheers cellphones record – fiancee goes on stage to get her ring
please don’t make me follow this – goes on about love while lady glow
no one wants moment to end it does – the next one to read is chamblee54
lester maddox is talking on tv – says something goofier than usual
go back to news room weather man – has head on desk laughing looks up
says that is a tough act to follow
smile through rainbow tomorrow – like lemons are watching it take
more muscles to frown than it – does to happen for a reason if
life gives you dance make nobody – learn to yolo in the lemonade
You Cannot Petition The Lord
if you are alienated from jesus
don’t buy circular reasoning g-d of the bible the word of g-d
don’t think endless talk about life after death justifies abuse
think that g-d might exist but tire of the talk without trust
you can find it tough to pray
good morning g-d please forgive me for calling you dog spelled backwards
please give me slack to make it through this busy life please give me less pain
thank you for gift of sobriety and memory of inebrience
please help me overcome body chemistry that tells me to be unhappy
tell jesus worshipers that it is better to listen than to talk
to care for the living and have faith in g-d to take care of the dead
please g-d try to get along better with Allah
help white people and people of color live together with kindness and respect
thank you for earth air fire and water
thank you for people who enjoy this offering
help those offended to get over it
namaste mahalo amen good bye
blooper blunder boo boo bye bye – divorce erratum faux pas flub
fubar fuckup fumble gaffe – malapropism mea culpa my bad – snafu solecism stumble typo
luscious mauve mediocre moist – obfuscate obnoxious optionality
overused pabulum panty penis – piehole pimple placate plump
pornographic precious pretentious – pulchritude repellent serendipity
succulent synergy tasty tender – transparent tummy turd twee
unbearable underwear veggie – velvet visceral yucky yummy
sixty nine words
blow job boner bonk boogie bush – carpet munching deep throat dick
chill cunnilingus cock sucker gag – eat french freak goober gobble
hair pie hookup hoover head fellatio – johnson juice junk knob job lewinsky
mambo lick muff diver oral mamo – penis pussy pinga prick pecker quim
rub salad sixtynine skin flute slurp – snatch spit splash swallow spurt
verga unload wang chung wet willie – suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

my thoughts are my business – practice outweigh beliefs
g-d does not write books – thought about jesus does not – affect life after death
rumble grumble rattle bubble – gurgle murder tumble scream
thunder whimper whistle trouble – groan growl boo hoo bleep dream
daedalus nine peninsula dead – didi won straw warts now i did – dogma in my hymn i am god
drab as a fool aloof as a bard – draw o caesar erase a coward – evi saves god dogs evasive
evil did i dwell lewd i did live – go deliver a dare vile dog – i man am regal a german am i
lived on decaf faced no devil – margot trades used art to gram – mr owl ate my metal worm
murder for a jar of red rum – tulsa night life filth gin a slut – drat saddam mad dastard
before you call out racism – there are a few questions
is the accuser telling the truth? have you heard both sides of the story?
is it really racism or is it a personal dispute where someone cries race?
is it institutional systemic oppression or just someone saying something stupid?
do you know what you are talking about? is it any of your business?
when people around you sing praises for someone
that hates on you even though you have never done anything to hurt someone
but because someone finds your opinions to be distasteful
pg went to see frickin witch poet – read in dickhater georgia basement
where they let people smoke tobacco – pg misgendered fwp in blog post
told secret officer of pronoun police – about it they called pg oppressor
In June of 2015, I heard a poet, Jamie Mortara, on a podcast. They had a show in Decatur, and I attended. Since they described themself as a faerie witch, I thought some people I knew might be interested. I made a few facebook posts about the show, to no avail. When I wrote about the evening, I used he/him/his pronouns. There was a comment: “i am frequently misgendered throughout this article and it makes me angry.” A few days later, I described the incident to someone, who went ballistic. The pronoun police don’t play. In August of 2016, I saw the poet at the National Poetry Slam. They did not remember me. We had a brief, semi pleasant chat, before they excused them self to type on their laptop. Singular they can be tough to get used to.
atrocious revolting appalling vile – nauseating odious pernicious nasty
loathsome disgusting hateful bilious – unctuous feculent odious putrescent
interpretive jiggery-pokery – subordinate tangential availability
presuppose purported provisions – statutory rudimentary ratification
substantive transcribing distortions – congressional participation principle
affordable equivalent implementation – unquestionable challenged provision
bleat bleep blow bluster boil – boohoo breathe bubble clack clap – clash click cluck coo cough crackle
crash croak flicker groan growl – grumble gurgle hiss howl hum – murmur neigh rattle reap roar
rumble rustle scrap scrape scream – sing snarl snore sob squeak squeal
stutter thunder tinkle tumble weep
do one thing at a time do it – slowly deliberately completely
do less put space between things – smile serve others develop rituals
designate time for certain things – devote time to sitting live simply
make cleaning cooking meditation – think about what is necessary
have two ears and one mouth listen twice as much as you talk
when in doubt shut up if you want to be forgiven forgive
douche is a hygiene appliance not an insult
ass is a noun not an adjective or adverb
before you call out somebody for racism drape a towel over your mirror
real estate agent got a surprise he showed closet to possible buyer
inside were skeletal remains of last year’s hide and seek champion
brad majors was upset when car got back from garage
he knew the odor caused by rotting meat loaf in trunk would never completely go away
pale faced man came out of kitchen said “what are you doing to my home?”
wrecker’s ball distributed contents of his head across the front yard
We are getting to post e092, or number 92 in 2015. Chamblee54 poetry has been going on for two years at this point. The writing contest prompts, that started this, have ended. There are a few short posts now, but more long ones. There are starting to be “big word poems,” where words, and phrases, are mined from articles. They are grouped into poems based more on the way they sound, than on the meaning the words have. A lot of these poems are terrible, and not included in this collection.
In early October 2015, I was at a *family gathering* in Tennessee. I read a selection of poems at the “no talent show.” It was a great experience. I decided to find an open mic program, and start to read regularly in public. Going live is the next part of the story.

freddie phelps doth prepare – to go and meet his maker
why should anybody care – the cake will find a baker
see the last trifecta post – thirty three words are toast – there will be things to do
listen to the music blue – one thing to make me grin – this time i want to win
Perfect Country Western Poem
remember mama in the rain – kobir made me miss the train – pick up truck needs oil
radiator fixin’ to boil – drunk down at the prison gate – mama you don’t need to hate
One problem with the internet is distractions. While you are there, inevitably you will look at facebook, thus putting your peace of mind at risk. Like when two white facebook friends shared a vile screed, White People Are Cowards. What is the proper response to this? Say something, and get into a quagmire argument? Or just ignore it, and lose respect for the two white men who liked this, as well as a bit of self respect. I don’t want to be someone who hates others because of their opinions. The good news is, the next poem I found in the archive addresses this issue.
Emotional Experience
it is is not about justice – it is having an emotional experience
that validates your privilege – the person judging you
is just as messed up as you are – it is is not about salvation
it is having an emotional experience – that validates your privilege
There is an irony here. The article at the root makes the point that white people have done terrible things, and other white people did not speak out about it. This is a fair enough point. The article is titled “White People Are Cowards,” and the cowardice stems from this lack of speaking up. There is a quote from Thomas Jefferson, which nobody has a source for. Now, should I speak up about the fbf posting this obnoxious article where I can see it? If I had confronted the two fbf about this article, it would have gotten nasty. Nothing good ever comes out of a discussion like that. While you might feel like a coward from walking away, sometimes that is the best thing to do. The second best thing to do is substitute “black” for “white,” in the title and concept, and wonder what would happen.
have you seen the little ciggies – burning to get off
and for all the little ciggies – love to make you cough
always have a match to play around with – have you seen the filter ciggies
in the bright red pack – you will find the ciggie lovers
smoking in the back – always having air to blow the smoke in
in their packs with all their filters – they don’t care if cancer will come
in their eyes is some dark yearning – what they need’s a damn good burning
everywhere there’s lots of ciggies – in their ciggie lives
you can see them in the ashtray – with their cigar wives – flicking on a bic to light another
Revenge Of The Mannequins
someone called me racist – maybe it was atheist
another one said slut – don’t listen to that nut
now the word is bitch – a verb a noun a glitch
butt hurt in your soul – when you call me asshole
it is now summer – time to get dumber
temperatures will rise – like mosquitoes and flies
time for the beach – duane will eat a peach
firework fourth of july – elvis will say goodbye
bible sausage congressional districts – made by devious people seeking
maximum profits from raw materials – see them being made become atheist
republican vegetarian efficient use of – material has priority over healthy diet
Which brings us to the poem that got me banned from yeahwrite, Whitehall Street. The pictures were taken at a mural on Whitehall Street. Getting the background colors to match was a chore. A few days after publication, there was an email. “Based on the nature of your post this week, your entries will no longer be welcome at yeah write.” Rowan Grigsby submissions editor rowan@yeahwrite.me | yeahwrite.me” After a few emails, I got this: “What you said, essentially, is that a trans woman is a fake woman. Frankly, we have never felt the need to specifically articulate that hate speech is unwelcome in our community. It seemed obvious to us and, indeed, to nearly everyone who submits posts.” Here is the test of the “hate speech.”
pearl told peter she is pregnant – baby daddy peter wants to marry
pearl do big man thing what peter – does not know pearl was formerly
known as paul gender reassignment – can grow pretty boobs paint happy
face but cannot create productive womb
downtown morning storm torrent – clouds gone by tennessee hills
arrive park hike set up tent – friday night cabaret thrills
party heart circle much talk – dance first time two plus year
no water message writ by chalk – wash your hands rainbow queer
thunder drum for spiral dance – fire glow purple orange red
rain hug rain smile rain romance – unwanted burden to be shed
pound drum foggy night rain – morning isis compost bucket
astarte hecate demeter insane – kali iana diana rain fuck it
grand jury renders opinion – national hissy fit begin again
when justice is popularity contest – freedom lies bleeding in street
On November 24, 2014, I was waiting on a grand jury to make an announcement. There was little doubt that Darren Wilson fired the shots that killed Mike Brown. The question was whether, or not, to indict Mr. Wilson. The grand jury decided not to indict Mr. Wilson. This decision was confirmed by a later Department of Justice investigation. While waiting on the announcement, I was concerned about mob justice. I feel that the justice system should decide the case based on the evidence and arguments presented , rather than by public opinion. This is a fundamental concept in a nation governed by laws, rather than brute force. Many people disagreed with the decision of the grand jury.
There was a comment. Anonymous said, on November 25, 2014 at 2:28 pm (Edit) Thanks Luthor… you’re racism never disappoints! The name was misspelled. … Is a dependence on a system of law and order racism? Anonymous seems to think so. Is they qualified to make this judgment? If racism is anything that you don’t like, then Anonymous is qualified to make the call.
There is the style of the comment to consider. While Anonymous did not give their name, there was an I.P. address. The IPA is connected to a .edu server. Apparently, this is a workplace computer. Leaving insulting comments from your employer’s computer does not reflect well on the institution.
the morning after wayne holsey – died with arm full of mystery drugs
nineteen years after will robinson died – did holsey deter future murders
when ego happy social justice warriors are silent
blue moo haiku woo – zoo crew loo poo screw goo boo – xanadu do you

As the reader(s) of this blog may have noticed, chamblee54 features poetry. Lately, I have been wondering exactly what I have, and how to access this archive. Yesterday, I started to create a numbered spreadsheet of the 674 graphic poems that have been published in the last five years. Item C001 was published 10-04-2013. A lot of these are terrible. Many of the early works were the result of a writing contest, which is no longer in operation. A prompt would be for 33 words, including a certain word, phrase, or concept. Trifecta is no longer in business. Another writing contest, Yeah Write, kicked me out for this poem. Those are the breaks. The party goes on. Today, I am going to repost a few of the early poems that have caught my eye. Pictures are by chamblee54.
g-d is in the details
g-d is the opinion of an atheist
g-d is the union with every breath
g-d is smiling in your face when you turn your back
g-d is isis astarte hecate demeter cali iana diana
g-d is the whirlwind that blows through a junkyard and creates a jet engine
standard capitalization – spelling punctuation grammar
affect oxford comma nation – tweet peep suffers in slammer
anoint honorary proofreader – metaphor mixer detect
iambic abusive meter – twin negative cringe effect
alabaster truth or dare – subordinate macho men
oligarchy their they’re there – dictionary for the win
mister holmes had respect – for only one thing
he would pause take a breath – have a moment of silence
tilt his head fifteen degrees – blink with both eyes – say the word – golf
Labelism Is Privilege
racist liberal conservative – confusing labels function – distract media happy people
use of these words as insults – says more about the talker – than the object of derision
people say i firmly believe i work to live i don’t live to work
is there a difference? – does your heart stop beating when you clock in?
do you get hungry before lunch? – live your only life don’t perform it
cracker not the paleface version of the n word
many crackers don’t care what y’all think or say
why give others the power to turn you into sputtering rage
because the wrong person said a bad word
take almost empty salsa bottle add five ounces water
put top on bottle shake boil water add water to crushed ramen noodles in bowl
put lid on bowl wait five minutes eat clean up