Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.
I also have an award nominated book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
J. Barrett Wolf killed it on Wednesday. Despite people not being able to stay on or not able to use microphones, we had a pretty full house. The open mic beforehand opened with Bil Lewis talking about helping the homeless. James Van Looy chimed in with his own piece on homelessness and Mr. Wolf (I just like calling him that) had his own piece during the feature.
I did my best to honor this spur-of-the-moment collaboration between poets with my piece below. May actually revisit this poem sooner than others I post here. Thanks for reading.
No Pride Left to Roost
at their barren dinner table
wonder how they'll survive
in a less cruel world.
None had a whooping
cough's care who was hurt
before. Angel of death
The cradle crushing heat
saved for the sidewalk
homeless omelets, the
veteran on losing side.
Another heart's base beat
set to quicken pace in dark.
Let others howl for hapless,
plea for the poorhouses
Why have so many thoughts
that authority notices?
Safe in cages locked from
inside, mild life mocks wildlife
who bunker in libraries buried
in books to slow closing time,
their porn not Neruda,
but forgotten encyclopedia.
What other choice but be kind?
No hope for passive predators
unable to even pugilist
'round ring for struggling supper.
No instinct to bear teeth
under a hunters moon,
a lost love night's open air,
the streets feeding them scents.
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| The ever changing list. |
Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Carol Weston, Philip J. Curtis ,Nancy Dodson, Ethan Mackler, C.C. Arshagra, James Van Looy, E.S. (who I forgot to list here) and J. Barrett Wolf.
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