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In Uncategorized on April 16, 2018 at 7:16 pm
most of adventure is doleful
you sink within
until you’re in the good place
hold on to what you’ve got
and go with that
don’t get sold on promise and prize,
or a dream of the future
the day that never arrives
this isn’t to say it’s simple
or easy or black and white
the truth is, another day is victory
and how you spend it is on you
I’ve worked for them enough, though
choked whole days off, for their profit
at their worry—it’s a troublesome lot
to be beyond small minds but
still under the thumb of the masters
ain’t it though
I always found my work deserting theirs
made this language safe-cracking
and white-hot, ran past the guard
into the sky
and the world and all it knew
fell away like loose change
till I was drunk on the high air
broken, spinning, terribly free.
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In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE, Writing, writing about writing on April 18, 2016 at 10:23 pm
panhandling the muse
slipshod
black ribbon blues.
up with the machine
editing
on a computer screen.
laying down at night
time fucking me better
than you ever could.
national poetry month, poem, thirty for thirty challenge, THIRTY POEMS FOR THIRTY DAYS, THIRTY THIRTY
In Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 30, 2015 at 6:16 pm
there’s been a break
between that old battling life
and this one
I can’t begin to describe
the anguish I was in for years
but it looks like I won’t have to
it’s from here, in this
sublime and ordinary life
that I can see
all my brothers and sisters are not free
it is from here, high up
on this peak
that I can see
the range
Jim Trainer, national poetry month, poem, Poetry, ROSES, thirty for thirty challenge, THIRTY POEMS FOR THIRTY DAYS, THIRTY THIRTY
In Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 30, 2015 at 6:07 pm
IT’S A WRAP
I sent her roses once
and she asked me if I sent them
I asked her who else would’ve,
we were in a monogamous relationship
and it was a simple question
but it angered her
“OH SO IT WAS A TRAP AND YOU’RE TRYING TO CATCH
ME IN A LIE. YOU CAN’T EVEN SEND ROSES RIGHT!”
I hadn’t even considered that someone else might send her roses,
let alone try and catch her in a lie.
Sitting here this morning,
way past when I should be thinking about her,
I realize
it was a lie,
a lie of deflection and projection,
blaming me for not sending roses right-
a big ruse.
She was deflecting the question
and put the focus on blaming me somehow,
which sums up our whole relationship.
We saw each other for another 2 months after that
but I never sent her roses again.
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In Jim Trainer, media, National Poetry Month, news media, poem, Poetry, police brutality, revolution, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 29, 2015 at 1:29 pm
do you remember the revolution?
those simpatico highwire nights manning the phones,
those bright&proud mornings canvassing the streets,
our many voices, our one voice-LOUD
on every corner
joined arm in arm, locked in song, singing,
do you remember feeling like we were winning,
we could win
and the innate goodness of man would prevail?
me neither
but there was this show on t.v. about it,
came on last night after Wolf Blitzer
I highly recommend it.
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In Jim Trainer, media, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, police brutality, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 28, 2015 at 1:13 pm
you go!
on Facebook
use your voice
on social media
get loud and be heard
rally and wear down the resistance
post after post
further the national conversation
stand firmly on the right side of history
it’ll all come out in the wash
brothers&sisters
our efforts will not be in vain
I believe in a future
where all our children can watch
as Facebook offers “A Look Back”,
a movie compiling all our proud posts,
our moments in the struggle
fighting
hitting enter, clicking ‘Like’.
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In Broken Heart, Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 27, 2015 at 7:33 pm
every day worn out with the wrong reason
for this
every attempt to save it somehow, vetted
for this
I sit by the window drinking coffee
and it’s easy
I buy roses from Billy on the corner
and it’s good
walking into the setting sun
pretending I can feel it rise in Hong Kong
feeling you out there, somewhere
behind me
walking the kind streets of my new city
alone
Jim Trainer, national poetry month, poem, Poetry, thirty for thirty challenge, THIRTY POEMS FOR THIRTY DAYS, THIRTY THIRTY
In Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, poem, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 26, 2015 at 2:20 pm
every day I come
offer ablution
lay fresh flowers
every day I pull
weeds cloying from her cheek
sweep the sand from her fingers
every day she sits
in the wreck of the city
so sad & so silent & still
her children have fell
into the water
the coast is peppered
with spearhead and coin
every day we cry silently
without a word or tear
going for the throat, Jim Trainer, national poetry month, poem, Poetry, thirty for thirty challenge, THIRTY POEMS FOR THIRTY DAYS, THIRTY THIRTY
In National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 25, 2015 at 11:15 pm
he broke
from his bone altar
to dream his last dream
forever
Jim Trainer, national poetry month, thirty for thirty challenge, THIRTY POEMS FOR THIRTY DAYS, THIRTY THIRTY
In Jim Trainer, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 24, 2015 at 11:54 pm
she stood there like empire
heels dug into gravel
smooth legs blazing out of teal blue
bun on her head tighter than a fist
she calls out to him, “Daddy.”
she can’t wait another second
he stands…leans, bloated in wealth
impotent with drink
“I’m…coming!”
it’s a shame she’s standing there
a shame she can’t wait
a shame someone’s watching this
through the blinds
Going for the Throat 