Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Mayu Day -- lest we forget, why, how, who and world-wide





MICHAEL GROVER /THIRD IN A SERIES IS OF 3/


AND BY KNOW MEANS HIS FIRST














Fidel




Fidel walking way
Not as a champion,
Not as a martyr,
As an old man
Beaten down
From fighting for years
american imperialism,
The yankee embargos
starving his people.




Here lays proof
Revolution can happen
Power taken
From the point of a gun.




Here lays proof
Power corrupts,
And absolute power
corrupts absolutely.




Here laid shelter
For displaced Poets
Of south america
For american exiles
Like Assata.




Who knows
What the future holds.
I just hope that yankee bastard
Uncle Sam
Don't get his hands around it's throat
And squeeze it for all it's worth.
Commercializing
Everything in sight.




Let's hope the fence of Guantanimo
Does not stretch around the island
Making it all
A prison.




Ninety miles away
From my florida homeland.
Ninety miles of blue ocean.
I have never seen it.
My friends that returned said
It is an island of prostitution and corruption.
To that I say
We're not that different.




I hear that great
Blueblooded king
Talking about wanting fair elections
When do we get ours George?







Monday, April 21, 2008

the 2nd poem and couldn't be more timely.......

still from, "The Day The Earth Stood Still"


Here's a new one I just wrote. Hope you're well.-Michael




ps. What did you think of those books? [3 well tempered chap-books published and available from Mickey G's newly established CovertPress] Dorsey [rad poet/activist of Toledo, Ohio ] said he'd be down with doing a reading. Anyhow the poem:








Free Speech

Free speech is . . .
Free speech is . .
Speech is free .


As long as you
Pay for what
You say later.
And the mans got
His thugs collecting.







Free verse is . . .
Free verse is . .
Verse is free .

Words torn from the source.
Onto the page,
Flowin' every which way.
She told me she'd
Like to be a Poet,
But she can't write
In all that rhyme.
She's a Poet
And she never knew it.








Slow food for thought,
Simmering in the brain.
It's free speech,

And it's free.





march 3, 2008


Saturday, April 12, 2008

TrueNews 3 Poems From Mike Grover

Cause & Effect, Citizen 32, Alphabeat Soup, The San Gabriel Poetry Quarterly, Mad
Poets Review, Philadelphia Poets and the anthologies One Drop: To Be The Color Black,
West Memphis Witchhunt, and My Time: The Lunch Break Book and online including
http://www.saintvituspress.com/, http://www.outsiderwriters.org/, http://www.getunderground.com/,
http://www.dyingwriters.com/, DecomP Literary Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee,
Redfez.net, Whirlygig Zine, and Beat The Dust. Michael is now back in Florida from there he hosts the website




http://www.covertpoetics.com/, co-edits CP Journal, and hosts a reading at Exodus Coffee & Culture in Port Saint Lucie.








His newest chapbook is titled "The Man That Lives In The Park".














here's the first of his three featured followed by two more



A New american Anthem


I wont stand for this modern society,
This modern technology,
That reduces prophets to profits,
To prostitutes
Pimping their own eggshell egos,
To promotional whores,
To networkers,
To favor dealers,
To rockstar images in a their space photo,
To not what but who you know.


A New american Anthem




I wont stand for this modern society,
This modern technology,
That reduces prophets to profits,
To prostitutes
Pimping their own eggshell egos,
To promotional whores,
To networkers,
To favor dealers,
To rockstar images in a their space photo,
To not what but who you know.


Maybe I'm an old dog,
That learned the old way,
Cut my teeth in LA
With the greatest minds of a new beat generation.
I can still learn new tricks
With the pen on the page,
I refuse to give into the reptilian brain.
Cold and insensitive
As a marketing mind.


This is my last stand,
My line drawn in the sand.
My last chance to go out with a roar
Over a pussy cat purr.


This is a transmission,
If you should choose to receive it.
Read it loud from a street corner.
From a dingy working class bar.
Set Poetry free!
This is my last shred of dignity.
All or nothing.


I am writing a new american anthem.
I can't stand for the rockets red glare anymore.
No bombs bursting in air.
This will be a song for Peace.
This will mean freedom, justice, equality, Peace
And any other word this countries supposed to mean.
I want an anthem,
A country we can be proud of again.
Not the pride that was forced upon us.
Not the prostitute war for profit,
Everything for profit that we have become.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Nothing cold, generic, and corporate sponsored.
No reptilian mind tricks.
Written in blood, sweat, feeling, and soul.


I am writing a new american anthem.
If you can see it, hear it, or read it.
If you identify with it in any way.
I urge you to go and write your own.
Write it in your blood and sweat.
Write it with the intention of a bullet in the chamber.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Because voting is just another useless word,
Made to look significant
If you are told who you may vote for.
And the deck is stacked anyway.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Because we can laugh at cartoons we pay to see
Taking pot shots at the president.
While he's laughing all the way to the world bank.
And you tell me who's playing the fool.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Out of necessity.
Out of preservation.
Because these days
Hope and Poems
Are all that keeps me going.

m.d.g. 4/11/08







Maybe I'm an old dog,
That learned the old way,
Cut my teeth in LA
With the greatest minds of a new beat generation.
I can still learn new tricks
With the pen on the page,
I refuse to give into the reptilian brain.
Cold and insensitive
As a marketing mind.






This is my last stand,
My line drawn in the sand.
My last chance to go out with a roar
Over a pussy cat purr.


This is a transmission,
If you should choose to receive it.
Read it loud from a street corner.
From a dingy working class bar.
Set Poetry free!
This is my last shred of dignity.
All or nothing.


I am writing a new american anthem.
I can't stand for the rockets red glare anymore.
No bombs bursting in air.
This will be a song for Peace.
This will mean freedom, justice, equality, Peace
And any other word this countries supposed to mean.
I want an anthem,
A country we can be proud of again.
Not the pride that was forced upon us.
Not the prostitute war for profit,
Everything for profit that we have become.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Nothing cold, generic, and corporate sponsored.
No reptilian mind tricks.
Written in blood, sweat, feeling, and soul.


I am writing a new american anthem.
If you can see it, hear it, or read it.
If you identify with it in any way.
I urge you to go and write your own.
Write it in your blood and sweat.
Write it with the intention of a bullet in the chamber.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Because voting is just another useless word,
Made to look significant
If you are told who you may vote for.
And the deck is stacked anyway.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Because we can laugh at cartoons we pay to see
Taking pot shots at the president.
While he's laughing all the way to the world bank.
And you tell me who's playing the fool.


I am writing a new american anthem.
Out of necessity.
Out of preservation.
Because these days
Hope and Poems
Are all that keeps me going.

m.d.g. 4/11/08





Two more as we drift closer to MAY DAY and tensions rise!