Annie Burie

Poet or Ham

Ripe

 

 

I argued on a park bench in the autumn

air with a seventeen foot banana that

was dabbed  in menstrual aftermath, 

glazed with the sweat of 13 mules and

accented with 32 rotten teeth. 

 

 Made out of  swamp mud,

history books and terracotta cloth

the great banana rested

on a upward spiral of braided

horse tails and hooves.

At the ends of the thick braids

stars and stripes ribbons suspend

hearts made from ginger roots.  

 

“Come on and take the challenge”

the banana said,

“Breathe deeply and meditate in

my shadow and presence.” 

 

 

“No” I said. 

August 26, 2008 Posted by annieepoetry | Poetry, funny poems | , , | 4 Comments

You are as strong as a peaceful nation

You are as strong as a peaceful nation

Yet you find yourself in argument.

The world will learn to stand in your war.

 

Little girl. My strong willed daughter

-will you walk with a humble body

to see and to hear others before yourself  

 

Little girl, my daughter

you were born a warrior.

I cannot change your path. 

Burn the city and plunder

their dogs into sound

 

Little girl with the existence

inside of you, born and reborn,

little guru. The world in anger

continues to spawn disparity. 

Will you enlace the master in equality

 to teach him the answer or will you force him 

to drink the aftermath of your slaughter

as he did to your ancestors 

August 13, 2008 Posted by annieepoetry | Poetry | | 2 Comments

A friend told me I should write about creativity

i.

Creativity is awesome dudes.

It is a source of light in a dark and stubborn

world that wants to enslave you

You create

freedom and courage with creativity.

Now some people think that the only reason to do

something is if they can make money from the endeavor.

That is stupid.

How much money do you get from watching tv or reading

or eating or taking a bowl movement for a walk around the city?

ii.

Creating is human.

It is something that we should do

without doubt or fear.

Many people are depressed and take chemicals

to alter their mood.  For some this is the only way

they can step out of the rancid ignorance of depression.

You can change your mood and learn to control

the way you feel through the choices you

make and how you choose to view the world.

You can laugh at your internal and exterior complexities.

You can be aware, invested, and joyous.

iii.

Emotion is part of being

human and everyone gets depressed

when messed up things happen.

The difference is some allow themselves to act

human and express loss, shame, fear, etc and move on.

Some use creativity as way

to develop and grow a joy infected peaceful human.

One of the beginning steps of creating peace is creating.

Peace creates joy.

iv.

Teach self to be in the moment and not caught

in a past or a future. Admit to yourself

that you are a fool and the whole world is made up

of fools and we are all idiots and there is no one

who is not despite their cocky

stance or explosives or big tits.

No one is better than you and there is always someone

who’ll get more praise and props.

They may be sorry excuses for a human but

so are you and so really what is there to complain about?

You are not going to create the greatest art ever.

Someone will come along and usurp you.

That is not your goal when you are creating.

Your goal is to create.

You can always go back and say your art

sucks apple cores and rework it into something

that is not offensive to your aesthetic eye pie.

First you create and lose the rabbit in the process.

You create in the now and maintain

blind faith in self humanity.

August 7, 2008 Posted by annieepoetry | Poetry, words for poets | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

tackle the hard issues

 

So I was thinking and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am sure there is some

hope but I can’t find it under

my chair or in my oven.

It is not in my bottle or my press.

May I have some 

of your hope in a can?  

 

 

I’ll pay you back

when i am the famous

leader of Bhalahabaloon

 

 

 

 

 

August 2, 2008 Posted by annieepoetry | Poetry | | 5 Comments