punk poetry

CE Hoffman II

Posted on by Ron L. Anderson

Punkpoetry.com is delighted to publish a new entry by CE Hoffman. Describing her work as FemmePunk Poetry, CE Hoffman also has a volume of poetry available at Amazon.com – Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948. We look forward to seeing more.
Blue Blood (My Fairytale) 
Once upon a time, bluebirds slit my skin.
I cried and cried
afraid to let him in.
We rape what we take
and sow our own sins.
They all lived happily ever after.
Amen.

Matthew Strimaitis

Posted on by Ron L. Anderson

Punkpoetry.com is pleased to publish another work by Matthew Strimaitis, US-based poet with a self-evident punk sensibility. Enjoy.

Luther’s Creed (Restart)

The Lutheran Doctrine

framed on the chapel door

Read lines from the two shot rambles

You track in pamphlets and shoe snuffed camels

under your feet

Boots, snow and sleet, in Germany

A warm Summer, Miami Beach, in futon sandals

 

Turning loops at the round-about

I’ll have grown up by the time you see me

peeling dead skin in the nursery

RX agents and optimistic patients,

Framed hopes on the polished floor

Track in notes from the doc’s preamble

 

I am a drugged up child, the clock strikes

and the first leaper laced with broken lungs and virus pool blood

said “I am a hooker, please help me”

And died away from a family in the hospital streets

 

Turning loops at the round-about

I hope to hear your sermon

The feeling of it behind me as I’m being directed ahead

Moving along past to one last exhibit

And being hurried a path, leaving behind buried fads

I hope that your sermon’s as clear as their song

(Restart)

Matthew Strimaitis

Posted on by Ron L. Anderson

Punkpoetry.com is pleased to introduce Matthew Strimaitis. A computer scientist at the University of Wisconsin, Matthew has been writing since grade school, and started penning work for the Huffington Post while still at High School. You can find more of his work at  huffingtonpost.com/author/matthew-a-strimaitis

Pretty Okay

Dance in the grey, it’s a pretty okay

A foot in the bed of an earth stamped sandal

A tattered-torn anklet like an airplane blue blanket

Treading naked the road with no peachy display

A fence that holds hostage its border and name

Looking for rightness, a neutered excitement

Or a hope that is young, imprisoned for fun

And rationed out slim to make tangibly tame

Deformed rusty mold with a texture and taste

All diseases I own will be mine to parade

But I’m looking for hope to be mined to create

While imprisoned an intimate, minor mistake

Pair a leader, a leaper, deformity way

Raise your flock to feed off the disease that you make

Then a whistle and spark and they bury me shade

To live out a sentence embark in the fade

While a half hearted lightness in rags and indictments

Said “I would be fine living day after day

Wandering Earth with no plans of a purpose

Living my life as a pretty okay”

Emily Ramser

Posted on by Ron L. Anderson

Punkpoetry.com is pleased (actually more than pleased – honoured) to introduce Emily Ramser – a California transplant poet living and writing in Denton, Texas. She teaches creative writing to middle schoolers and writes poems about flowers and being a lesbian in her spare time. She has published four books with Weasel Press, the most recent being UHaul: A Collection of Lesbian Love Poems. You can check out her work on her blog authoremilyramser.wordpress.com, or tweet her at @ChickadeePoems.

the 1950s’ lesbian pulp fiction bookcase at recycled books

each shelf filled with tales

of women lazily touching

each other’s thighs and forearms

with soft wandering fingers

in back alley motel rooms

and army barracks,

kisses hidden in shadowed corners,

hands held under the covers,

side glances in public spaces,

gentle hands cupping breasts

late at night with slow and gentle movements,

climaxes filled with women screaming

women’s names and institutionalizations and suicides

because they said

no woman could be both

happy and homosexual

 

Sudeep Adhikari

Posted on by Ron L. Anderson

Punkpoetry.com is delighted to publish this original and thoughtful composition by Sudeep Adhikari. For us, it has a defiant, questioning spirit that aligns perfectly with what we feel punk poetry at its best is all about. Sudeep is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. Also a 2018 Pushcart Prize nominee, Sudeep is currently working on his 4th poetry-book ‘Hyper-Real Reboots’, which is scheduled for publication in September 2018 through Weasel Press in the USA.

 

 

machine in the ghost 

the eyes of steel-mandalas
stacked in different dimensions of
a gold-soaked space

watch the sounds
of confused stories on the
porch below. the leaves hide
behind the gossamer

green of my window
and tremble at the sight
of death-ridden anxieties,

coupled inextricably to their
silicon overlords. where does

the machine end?
how can i find the place
where men grow on the grapevines?