The Million Dollar Poetry Project

More Poems will be forthcoming. I’ve got a lot of things going on at the moment so been slow but rest assured more will be on the way and hopefully in the mean time a few of these might sell, as well.

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As you guys probably know who’ve been following this blog for a while, I’m attempting to do two things with it. Number one is get myself out there in the artistic sense and number two is show how I’m going from zero to the lofty million dollar status.

In order to do this I run more than just the Million Dollar Poetry Project, in terms of websites. For each of those sites I try to learn ALL that I can. I’ve found different methods and tried them and I’ll keep trying them until something "clicks" and then I’ll keep trying things and improving as I go. You know, small things such as maybe an attractive design for THIS site.

It all takes time.. the basis of the project "stamina + innovation", that’s my slogan and I’m stickin’ to it. Well, during this process I’ve come across a guy who’s offered alot to help many of my projects out and he’s GIVING the info away free on his site: James Dean Nash

The reason that I find him so inspirational is that he’s not using shady tactics to earn his success, he’s simply employing smart and ethical strategies to promote useful products and services. Also, like me, he went through a period of homelessness and has had to claw his way out of poverty. I’m a huge fan of his thanks to a post by Kalta over on the Digital Point forums.

So when Mr. Nash said he’d be willing to review sites that were willing to post about his site, I jumped at the chance! I believe he should consider this site because I think once it catches fire (as slowly as it may be going at the moment) it’ll be a slice of internet history. I hope he selects me, I’d be honored!

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Serpentine Conversationsss

by Wolfgang Nibori

aye, says the Old One with a wink, you my child have figured me out
it’s what you grow for to make these connections
to take my place you’ll gradually become me
you’ll shed your youth like a snake’s old skin
be a brand new bright shiny adult, slithering towards maturity
you’ll hunt for what you need to eat and i don’t mean food
what i mean is a constant means by which to expand yourself
you swallow difficult things and stew on their properties
you’ll disassemble what you’ve been fed and shed
whatever you find worthless and unwholesome
and throughout the years you’ll grow if you want to
until you yourself are that sparkling-eyed snake
crafty enough to charm a new generation into
becoming what you will be and I am already

This poem for sale:14 lines = $14.00

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he knows what he’s doing he just don’t care

by Wolfgang Nibori

he’s got a bubbling whirl of synthesized chemicals
ricocheting round inside his skull now
maybe he even believes he’s flying but up you go then down you come
it’s a marathon race to a thin air mountain top
from up there he thinks he can see it all
but falling down, back down to ground below
he can’t remember what epiphany struck back up there
so it’s another trip down to the dark park
another handful of cash for roundtrip ticket
that process of gaining wisdom just to fumble it
that’s a routine he’s come to take for granted
the same routine that’s gonna grind his dreams

This poem for sale: 12 lines = $12.00

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does that mean we’re swine?

by Wolfgang Nibori

dreaming of the ocean, repitition of crashing waves once more
two ships turn for firing guns of unimaginable magnitude
thunk and echo each shot churning water by the dumptruck load
we have only small boats, quick and nimble, nets adrift
headsized pearls float for harvest, like gathering up eggs
i am confused on awakening, yet calmly full of rest

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all part of the process

by Wolfgang Nibori

after the flash, in deathly cool of unlit dawn
in scratching soil resonate, crawling with black-shell beetles
eaters of the dead, cycling all back to life again
triumphing as a whole over circumstance, making way for birth
rolling suns around the earth, pushing clouds along
clicking along as a miniature army, flagless yet triumph-bound

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nitey nite!

by Wolfgang Nibori

Sweet Cherubim of apple-tinted cheeks
graceful gold blond petal-head nodding to relief
growing always triggers pain, proof our lives can always change
you drift beautiful, soothing as the moon a’full
how i long to see emerge, butterfly you’re sure to turn
never let the carry you, breezes rarely keep promises
yet i’ll hold your hand when you ask me, talk you back to sleep
never come against you keep me in mind when you feel the need

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propaganda

by Wolfgang Nibori

why will no one step forward, smash down that bloody door
all the ants trailing towards the Raid bait, staggering away again
they’ll come back, they always do. so hooked on killing you
glass eyes, red welted, reverse gasmask inhale it
screeching tires after lights out, knock-a-knockin’ broken door
toss you from the speeding trainwreck, drowning for a shore
keep hiding, gonna getcha all’s fair cause i love war
gonna getcha, keep hiding, what they can’t do i’m improvising
hear you, read my declaration. next comes napalm saturation
burn oh burn oh flames consume, strip all shelter swift from you
laser-guided exploding mother she shall tuck you into bed

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to me it’s not a popularity contest

by Wolfgang Nibori

an erruption of bold and vibrant spirit, spraying colors across
a dark ceiling of far off stars burning cold and lonely
boom after thunderous boom of declarations of individuality
coming together as a glowing palette to prove that even differences
often compliment their own polar opposites
a night sky stretched over a wide land rich with promise
a land scarred by the same troubles as anywhere else
a land rich in the fundamental building blocks of civilization
this place where the sky’s become a gateway to worlds unseen
where we worship the same ladder we work to uphold
some of us climb, some of us crash, many of us do both
for all the ugly scars to be expected, all the clear faults
i know of no place else i’d rather stand at stare up
at the neon announcement that our hope yet refuses to die!

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up our sleeves

by Wolfgang Nibori

never have i been troubled by my own fervent support of my people
never have i questioned the value of the soil i live from
while politics pollute everything, patriotism isn’t measured in votes
nor contributions, nor salutes, nor bumper stickers and jazzy slogans
patriotism cannot be seen for it exists within our flesh shells
patriotism remains the intangible drive to defend not land, but people
in its mature form its a deep realization that death beats slavery
without firearms, we have hands and we have voices and our own plans
a spirit can be derided, downplayed, mocked and totally disregarded
yet no force on Earth can conquer spirit, human or otherwise
when all else fails it’s our true Ace in the Hole

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* Spirit sold seperately

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