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Vacation - Podcast

  • Jul. 14th, 2007 at 1:17 AM
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Hey guys, I am going on vaction so I won't be posting at all for a week. However, I recorded a weeks worth of podcast episodes in advance that way no one has to suffer. I have a lot of new original poetry in those podcast episodes so check it out. I will be posting the poems on LJ once I get back but in the meantime why not listen to the podcast?

http://poetsaresexy.mypodcast.com Thanks for listening guys. I appreciate all your support and all of your help in becoming the #1 podcast at www.pod-planet.com

It feels good to be the best :P

What do you think of me?

  • Jul. 10th, 2007 at 11:31 AM
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If you like this poem go to http://poetsaresexy.mypodcast.com/index.html and you can hear me read it with all of the intensity that it deserves. :)


What do you think of me?
By Brian Nelson

A cat reflects on the buzzing bee,
and asks what do you think of me?
and says my catnip is long gone
or I would offer you some
and says my back pack straps clasp
too tightly around my abdomen.
Rainbow pinwheels spin on, spin on

A bee responds to a reflective cat,
buzz buzz buzz buzz

© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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FatCat

  • Jul. 10th, 2007 at 11:04 AM
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If you like this poem go to http://poetsaresexy.mypodcast.com/index.html and you can hear me read it with all of the intensity that it deserves. :)

Brian Nelson was born at ground level.
He is the provider. He is your loved one.
It all started with a bent over German school
marm getting plowed by a one armed Polish
prospector on a one wheeled-wagon creaking
across the Willamette river powered by a mule
named FatCat.
I miss him.
FatCat B. Nelson
A massive funeral mass will be held hostage
at noon Monday July 42nd, 1805 pm in the
church of Former Night Sinners
FatCat was born under an arc of manure,
shot out from a sprinkler over farmland.
He is the provider. He is your loved one.
It all started with mule on mule action,
doggystyle, which is really just regular
mule style.
We miss him
We miss you FatCat.

© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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podcast link

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 1:14 PM
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http://poetsaresexy.mypodcast.com/index.html

Podcast

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 1:11 PM
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Hey guys, I hope that you do check out my podcast if you like any of my poems posted here.
The PoetsAreSexy podcast is the #1 top rated podcast at www.pod-planet.com as well as being the 2nd most subscribed. It is updated daily with fresh content. Granted some episodes are better than others, so give it a chance and if you don’t like one episode check out another.

Episodes feature background music, special effects, poetry battles, impromptu poems, poetry readings by me and guests, writing tips, and writing excercises. Some episodes are pretty funny and my podcast has been gaining criticial acclaim at various podcast directories.

You can email comments about my poems or my podcast to brian@poetsaresexy.com

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If I put my face in a blender

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 12:44 PM
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If I put my face in a blender
by Brian Nelson

If I put my face in a blender, would you love me?
Come look and see what I’ve done.
I just need a slight skin change, then you’ll love me.
I know it ~ I feel it.
If my tongue wrapped around an urchin, would you kiss me?
Come look and see what I’ve done.
It just needs a textural change, then you’ll kiss me.
You’ll feel it, I know it.
You just need to love me, you need to search me
Isn’t it exciting when you find stuff in my pockets?
I think it is
I feel it. I F E E L it.
I think this is going to be good
I think we’re going to be good.


© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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This is no place for a tadpole

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 12:32 PM
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This is no place for a tadpole
by Brian Nelson


Perhaps, but this is no place for a tadpole. Please don't
play in my mango trees I urge you. Please don't
play in my mango trees where crickets chirp into
buckets hanging from the branches. Tiny green crickets
spilling over each other, filling each bucket to the brim. You're
just determined to have a bad time aren't you? What
do you mean its either that or you play in my
mango trees? You aren't playing in my mango trees
and that's final

© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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Annoyances

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 12:32 PM
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Annoyances
by Brian Nelson


The other thing that annoyed me was the way you kept
breathing in and out.
It wasn't the noise or the strange quality of your breath, it
was the simple act of breathing, and the fact that it
sustained your life.

© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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Blind Spot

  • Jul. 9th, 2007 at 12:31 PM
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Blind Spot
by Brian Nelson


unrecognized
drones pass it by.

Insects crawl
on its dome
metal base.

Dirty illumination,
stuck in between
white and yellow

Shivering while
cold steel meets
feet.
purpose disguised

Here, right now,
a hunchbacked girl
pulled nearer and nearer the
pavement

Glances at it.

From the almond of her
I.

This is momentary
Light post happiness.
© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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Apple Trees

  • Jun. 27th, 2007 at 12:31 AM
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Apple trees
by Brian Nelson

Apple mush is spread all around, littering
its plashy juices. Apple flags proclaim
summertime is here. I support modesty
of ambition, as do the others

Apple generals weary
of saluting droop their branches. I see
one man with a flicker of light ... but,
I reject matchboxes.

One flame could ruin our sweet clinches
One man could destroy our pleached branches, Our
hunched leeches... Our
wrenched teachers. One man

Apple mush attracts stray birds. I reject
stray birds.

As the sun sets, our quaint orchard is filled
up with sunlight. The eerie sunlight makes us match
like a purple bathroom with purple
soap inside.

Apple trees, together and tired.


© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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Inspiration

  • Jun. 25th, 2007 at 11:57 AM
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To be inspired once more is to be reborn

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Podcast

  • Jun. 25th, 2007 at 12:29 AM
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I have created a poetry podcast so you can hear me read my poems. Yeeha! Check it out at http://poetsaresexy.mypodcast.com/index.html

Website

  • Jun. 24th, 2007 at 11:30 PM
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Hey everyone. I just started working on a website, so hopefully it will be shortly! Just letting the world know.

Jun. 18th, 2007

  • 11:04 AM
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Poetry slumbers underneath your fingernails

Godzilla ate Doritos

  • Jun. 11th, 2007 at 7:33 PM
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Godzilla ate Doritos

                                                            he spewed flames

                                                            the chips were spicy

                                                            habanero

                       

                                                Fear is not a

                                                factor for you!

                                                screamed Joe

                                                Rogan. I wish

                                                the final challenge

                                                would give the

                                                million dollars

                                                to whichever

                                                contestant killed

                                                Joe Rogan

                                                                                                Sweet 16.

                                                                                                Mothers and fathers

                                                                                                hiring 30 male

                                                                                                strippers and

                                                                                                spending 5 billion

                                                                                                dollars to get

                                                                                                a unicorn so

                                                                                                their stuck up

                                                                                                slut of a daughter

                                                                                                can be “special”

                                                                                                for a moment

                                                                                                because, ultimately,

                                                                                                being a shallow

                                                                                                bitch will never

                                                                                                get them

                                                                                                anywhere.

                                   

                                                                        Viewer Discretion

                                                                        Advised

 

All I want is to be FREE

of cable

© 2007 by Brian Nelson

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Magic Bath

  • Jun. 11th, 2007 at 7:10 PM
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I read on an online
CNN article that
the least happy group
of humans are men
ages 18-29.
Lucky me, male age 21.
 
I realize part of this
unhappiness lies in
not having a “home
I call my college town
home, which pisses
my mom off.
I’m in home-limbo,
 
Coming “home” for
thanksgiving this year
has been quite an experience…
 
 
The pink tile and matching
porcelain thinking chair
that I used to love
seem so tacky.
Unfortunately, there
is also an underwater
theme that began from
from two crosstitch
designs of shells
 
The tubs full now, of
course its pink too.
Brown flower decals at
the bottom go against
the theme. Unless
of course the fact
that they are “underwater”
allows them to fit into
this pink and underwater
tacky as fuck
bathroom.
 
There used to be more flowers.
I remember peeling off those decals.
Chipping away at them
is more precise.
They were brittle
then, and they are
brittle now. Chipping
them with fingernails
or toe nails as I
pondered life’s questions
and my day to day
troubles. Everything
came from here.
“I can’t believe she
said no” “I can’t
believe I got caught”
“I can’t believe we
lost” Ultra long baths
full of turmoil ended
with partial answers
and more questions.
 
One foot and then
the other.
Ultra-hot water encompasses
them in a tingly burning
yet freezing type of
way. The temperature
has always been difficult
to control. This spout
can pour out hotter bath
water than any other spout
I have encountered. I love
burning hot baths
 
And now the best
part- I drop both
knees into this
perfect tub of way-
too-hot water and
it feels so good yet
strange. It feels
itchy yet burning
and lasts for at
least 60 seconds.
It’s always been
one of my favorite
moments
 
Finally all in, my
head rests out. Face
sweating because of
how hot this place
gets. It’s perfect thought.
Knees bent and
up, feet tangled and
crossed. I’ve never quite
fit in this tub
since grade school.
 
Knees bent and
up cools them down.
Eventually reemerging
them will be a great
moment.
 
The seal doesn’t
work well. It’s always
slurping and sucking,
so I keep running
hot water slowly over
and over. The faucet
rumbles and bucks
which echos through
the wall. I always
expect it to explode.
 
Right next to my face
I keep a big plastic cup
filled with ice cold
water or diet pepsi.
It keeps my brain awake in this
environment which
would make most feel
light-headed.
 
Even my drink
eventually fails
and I take a
mid-bath break.
 
I stand on the bath mat
steam rising off
of my naked body
while water drips down
over my chest headed
towards the floor.
 
I stare in the
foggy mirror and
wipe it away with
my hand. I
look pretty good
but I wish I
looked better.
I close my eyes and envision
the six pack abs
I clearly deserve
and yes, a huge
penis that would
make girls say
“Wow!”
 
I return to
the tub and
sometimes I
sing. The acoustics
are great and
I used to
rehearse my part
for Jazz Choir here.
Any note
slightly off echoed
back off the tile.
I crooned like
jazz legends and
tried to sing like
Kurt Cobain or
Eddie Vedder.
I would write
hooks for dance
songs that will
never be made.
 
After philosophizing
and singing and
wishing for an
hour or so I
would realize I
should actually
try to get clean.
 
Pulling the plug
gooluhnk gooluhnk
the watter levels
would slowly descend
downwards revealing
more and more
of my body to
the cold air
around me.
Chillingly peaceful.
 
The tub finally
empties, yet I
still don’t move.
I have to finish
thinking about
whatevers on
my mind.
 
Eventually I
stand, and start
my cleansing
shower. I
start it out
warm and move
it colder and
colder, to help
awaken me back
to the real world.
 
The showers amazing
for its own reasons.
Kind of the reality check
that my magical bath is over.
I love feeling clean
after soap and shampoo.
 
I leave it all
feeling
crisp and kind of…
minty.

© 2006 by Brian Nelson

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Apple Trees

  • Jun. 11th, 2007 at 6:07 PM
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Apple mush is spread all around, littering
its plashy juices. Apple flags proclaim
summertime is here. I support modesty
of ambition, as do the others
 
                        Apple generals weary
of saluting droop their branches. I see
one man with a flicker of light ... but,
I           reject matchboxes.
 
One flame could ruin our sweet clinches
One man could destroy our pleached branches, Our
hunched leeches...                                          Our
wrenched teachers. One man
 
Apple mush attracts stray birds. I reject
stray birds.
 
As the sun sets, our quaint orchard is filled
up with sunlight. The eerie sunlight makes us match
like a purple bathroom with purple
soap inside.
 
Apple trees, together and tired.

© 2006 Brian Nelson

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Welcome sexy poets and poetry fans!

  • Jun. 11th, 2007 at 5:58 PM
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Welcome to the Poets are Sexy blog! 
 
Writing can take place anytime and anywhere, so always be ready with a pen and a pad. Curiosity is within all of us, and poetry is the perfect outlet. Poetry is all about making a vivid moment come to life on the page. Exploring these small unique moments that make up the world allows me to find happiness in the little things like a human’s quirks or the way a squirrel moves. Exploring the world through writing helps put me in a mindset where I am always ready to appreciate these small lightning-bolt moments of happiness, and that is what poetry is about.
 
Whether you are a poet or simply a poetry fan, you are all sexy sexy. Remember that as you travel in the world, exploring poetry and your own poetic process.
 
 

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