From The Journal Times.com:
"RACINE —
The Kenosha/Racine Poets Laureate Program will induct the 2014-15 Poets
Laureate for Kenosha and Racine from 7 to 9 p.m. Friday, Oct. 25, at
Spectrum School of the Arts & Gallery, 610 21st St., on the DeKoven
Center grounds. Doors open at 6:30 p.m. Outgoing Poets Laureate Angie
Aker (Kenosha), and Stephen Kalmar II and Darin Zimpel (Racine) will
read from their work as well as introduce a few of the many Kenosha and
Racine residents who participated in public programs they hosted over
the past two years and who will present some of the work they created
during that time. Racine poet Nick Demske will serve as master of
ceremonies and introduce the Poets Laureate of Kenosha and Racine for
2014-15.
"Guitarist Jamey Buencamino will provide
music during the evening. Hors d’oeuvres and beverages will be served.
There is no admission fee."
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I know some poetry.
"I got a woman, she's so mean she puts my boots In the washing machine, sticks me with buckshot, when I'm nude, puts bubble gum In my fool, she's funny calls me honey, wants my money"
"I set my monkey on a log, and ordered for him to do the dog, he wagged his tail, and he shook his head, and he went and did the cat instead. He's a weird monkey, very funky."
Actually both of these are from Bob Dylan's album "Highway 10 revisited" I think. I alway's liked them, and never forgot.
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Those are great. I can't imagine the evening will have anything near that. We are truly amateurs when we play with rhyme and verse.
I must say, I don't follow poetry, but once and awhile something comes up somewhere, somehow, that just sticks. I really prefer the rhyming style, as most times some of It seems to be more of a story, a short story, without an end.
Gotta love Bob Dylan's lyrics....
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