It Be Yer Wurds by Robin Lipinski

Be perpared to read this poetic, philosophical masterpiece a few dozen times to reach full understanding, because this poet/philosopher is deeeeep!

Robin can weave many stories and infinite truths in each one of his poems, so the reader can finish every pass with a different interpretation.

Another method he uses, which I've never seen before, is what I would call experiential writing, which is the poet/author living the story "as" they are writing, in so much that they themselves do not know where they're going with the work until they are there.

So, when preparing to read this poetic experience, pack a lunch!

Pack a Lunch

By: Hunger For What Burns

Dedicated to Tammy, you have and will make a very bad decision but there still is time...

He smiled at me; white teeth, black skin, sneakers new and red.
Some say he's a, "Gangsta," to me, I call him Jim.
We played together back on the block, until
until (such a word, an expectation of change, of hope, of waiting for the eventual outcome)
until the money,
the power,
the girl,
until the darkness of evil came along.

I was sitting on the 109, looking out at my life
he was sitting in the convertible, tapping out the song with his gold,
until,
until he returned my bold stare with his smile.

I felt my heart quicken,
skin glowing and sticky with sweat,
feeling very strange and powerful emotions,
I turned and looked again.

It was only a blur
another dark form in black
threw down his hot-dog
pulled his hood over his head
drew a gun from his waist...

No longer the smile
Jim lay bleeding and dead,
an act some would call physics,
others would believe fate,
whatever it is,
Jim and I will be together now
for flying lead with the force of kinetic power
shattered too my window
a window of life
leaving the world my last smile.

Re new poem:

YES, very good.
Robin, don't you have a day job?

To Mark:
Not a new style at all, just updated and very good. Think of lyrics in a song, older poets and The Bard, lines of dialog, poetry aloud as the action or thought occurs, and then some older Greek works too.

RT

Re new poem:

YES, very good.
Robin, don't you have a day job?

To Mark:
Not a new style at all, just updated and very good. Think of lyrics in a song, older poets and The Bard, lines of dialog, poetry aloud as the action or thought occurs, and then some older Greek works too.

RT

Okay, Wow, then he's just really good at it.

We've been swapping challenges now for 8 months and i notice the time on the e-mail between his critique of my poem and the time on his next e-mail with the poem from the challenge that I gave him. He'll send a lengthy, majestic masterpiece with endless depth and there's often no more than 2 minutes between his critique of my poem and the writing of his.

Mark:

I know, he must be an alien!

Secrets of the Alien who asks, "What's a day job?"

by: (Classified: Tou to 0..0.o0)

"Take this job and shove it! I aiiiin't workin here no more..."
to steal the line from a song like humanity stole from me.

A question now, what happens when everything is taken from you?
Your books, your friends, your computer?
Everything except your body,
your mind,
your mate.

A new land,
a new world,
a new day.
Just think of the superstitions, as the new world freezes, boils, and shakes.

A new religion,
a new science,
a new ideal,
and then, here you are today.

An evolution of progress,
a continuation of pain,
so simple yet so hard,
and yet, /\/\/\/\/\//\ and then, here you are today.

A day job?
Much as I hate to say,
"I'm on it, and for all the work, I ain't gettin paid!"