PM Yadda: A Blog About Poetry
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The Vinyal Asteroid
The Vinyl asteroid lurks in orbit Threatening no one As I sit i my kitchen in flip flops With a can of Sears spray paint Senselessly changing the color of that damn refrigerator That contains only potato salad Symbolizing the mendacity of modern life The vinyl asteroid lurks in orbit Threatening no one And I…
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I Digress
Before iPhones captured moments Down by the creek, deep in the woods On a hot summer day The dampness settled Over relics of stones Moss, insects A shaft of sunlight Now mental JPEGs There was that moment during the pandemic When the circus went quiet. No elephants trumpeted No clowns jestated. A great detachment Settled…
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My Attempt at Slam Poetry
The hills are alive. With the sound of bullshit. Want normalized lies with those fries? We look to the sky. But do not trust the sky. Its candid blue is noncommittal. Cold as a harlot’s eye. No compass. Distress. Regression. Suppression. Oppression. Depression. Another war. What for? Deplore. Ignore. Implore. Adore. Yet more. Does no…
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Odd One Out
Should we spend our lives chasing the useless gold ribbons of conformity? Immersed in the flock, indistinguishable, and irrelevant Like fallen souls caught up in the crushing waves of despair A blackness inherent in our mendacity Or should we be pilgrims With the wind at our back Embracing our uniqueness Daring to be the odd…
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One More Poem by Max
A pungent smell of melancholy and homesickness The glint of proud metal held by solemn soldiers Awaiting a call they wish not to hear I stare at the men withered by festering hate of an enemy they have not met. I feel no hate, no fear The distance between us is immeasurable Yet too short…
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Daydreaming
I sat in that office day after day Looking out the window at towering cumulus Wondering if I could find within myself A force like a moist adiabatic lapse rate acting on a parcel of air in an auto-convectively unstable atmosphere.