{"id":927,"date":"2018-10-07T08:55:28","date_gmt":"2018-10-07T12:55:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/?p=927"},"modified":"2018-10-07T09:06:35","modified_gmt":"2018-10-07T13:06:35","slug":"waking-up-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/waking-up-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Waking Up"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Poetry is hunger and protest.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Not pretty sounds<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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but a howl, a scowl<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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a wake up call for a drunk<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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in a hotel with<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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pretty lies and lights<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and a roulette table<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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that never pays out but <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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keeps going round and round and round . <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Poetry is a cry, a picture<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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that hopes to make the world<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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ashamed<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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that hopes to make the world<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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– even one man<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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come out of that hotel<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and into the sunlight<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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of acceptance<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and each moment thereafter<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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be good<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and each day thereafter<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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have a thought of the good.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Poetry is one hand slapping<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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the feckless face of man unkind. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Poetry is hunger and protest. Not pretty sounds but a howl, a scowl a wake up call for a drunk in a hotel with pretty lies and lights and a roulette table that never pays out but keeps going round and round and round . \u00a0 Poetry is a cry, a picture that hopes to … Continue reading Waking Up<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,1],"tags":[13,12],"class_list":["post-927","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-more-poems","category-poetry","tag-life","tag-philosophy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/927","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=927"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/927\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":928,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/927\/revisions\/928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}