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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, Master 'o' da Farce,

and do not reflect those of, Google (blog); names are changed to protect the...

Memories of Fallen Art Brothers & Sisters.

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Forget all you know or think you know about 21st Century Poetry, 

 it is not your Great Grandparents Poetry, 

 it is not your Grandparent's Poetry, 

 it is not your Parent's Poetry,

 it is 21st Century Poetry,

it is your poetry,

an evolution,

revolution

in verse; 

 see,

21st Century Poets are doing new things,

the old has fallen away. 

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 Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,

an online magazine published weekly, tackling the hard hitting current events,

sharing photos of sunshine and lollipops and...

Rocky Balboa

Overcoming Self Limitations for over 45 years.

Philadelphia Museum of Art

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Let's get to the Poultry Cuts for this week,

let us begin with a piece that was written based on a phone convo

with Mama Layke Pahrk

and the voices in Obi Wan's head demand he go to the

Lizard Lounge, exactly halfway between Harvard & Porter Squares

Cambridge, MA

and participate in the SLAM portion of the Slam & Jam Open Mic,

which we did and scored as we usually do,

low...est.

The Lowest scoring Poet on a Slam is...

The Poet.

Here's the bran' spankin' new piece that slammed well;

Mother & Son

11/17/2024

When my mother was pregnant with her fourth child,

me

she was convinced she was having a girl,

having birthed three daughters already.

Mom went into labor, went to the hospital,

gave birth under the influence of birthing aids,

and in the recovery room she believed she just gave birth to another girl.

They brought in her little bundle of joy,

wrapped in a blue blanket,

she thought the hospital ran out of pink blankets,

until she changed the baby diaper,

and SURPRISE! IT'S A BOY!

Complete with a penis.

Mom was overjoyed.

So, I can't come out as Trans,

it would break my mother's heart,

she'd be so disappointed,

I compromised,

and came out as

Homosexual...

the best of both worlds!

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Please note,

tho this may infer I am Transgender,

I am not,

I am Proudly Cis.

Thank God for my Penis.

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Another appearance by our Multi Discipline Artist Friend,

Janet Cormier,

and a Poem based on real life.

Busy Kid

by Janet Cornier

            

 She went to get the mail from the mailbox...

Looked across the street and noticed a father with a very busy son ( age 5+ )

who was  determined to reorganize some scattered rocks into a fab construction project

on an otherwise bland section of side walk.

She walked over and commented to the father about his son's determination

to do what he was doing without Dad's help.

Dad smiled and laughed as he spoke about his son's dedication to this project

and his son's other local construction projects around the neighborhood! 

a Civil Engineer in the making.

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& now, a very special DaBCo presentation,

our Fearless Leader,

Da Butcha.

Late 1991, early 1992, Stone Soup Virgin begins cruise on

Poetry Seas.

In the past 32 years since we started attending Poetry & Music Open Mics

from Cambridge to Worcester MA to Portland ME & Portsmouth NH,

all the way to Washington DC, NYC, Hartford, CT, Providence, RI, Seattle WA,

and Harry's Hill, Maine,

including some whistle stops around New England, too many to note here,

we met, listened to, performed with, were influenced by, smoked up, tripped out,

a shit ton of Artists from all walks of life and disciplines,

visually stunning sonic assaults,

beyond cutting edge, past the borderlands, the fringe of fringe,

doing NEW things, the old fallen away,

20th into 21st Century Artists;

in the ensuing years,

we lost some to Life's Eventual End,

old age, disease, accidents, assorted dangers of life,

some too young to die, too Tortured to live,

others, those burning stars that shine bright and burn out...

This piece is written for them, in general,

for, Doctor Douglas "Doug E. Fresh" Bishop, specifically,

a Poet and Host of Untitled Open Mic, Lowell, MA.

Professor Blake Newman, Lizard Lounge Slam Jam

broke the news, 11/17/24, first time I'd heard, 

being somewhat out of the immediate loop.

I met the good Doctor when he was,

Douglas Bishop,

Poet at Stone Soup Poetry Open Mic,

hosted by John "Jack" Powers,

who is, was and always will be,

the Father of Cambridge Poetry Open Mics,

most of the long running opens, slams, jams,

stem from Stone Soup Poetry,

in some way, shape, or form;

we all met and history was made,

the Dr. Doug E Fresh, came later,

after all the acclaim...

I teased him about being a Doctor of Poetry,

a Poet Doctor,

stick out your noun and verb...

it was all in good fun, I'd tell the audience,

I was happy he got the PhD,

and I told him so;

Doug was a gentle, kind soul,

he did welcome all to the Untitled Open Mic,

all ages, GLBTQ-POETS!

Even old punk ass street self taught

Short Attention Span Outlaw Biker Performance Poets...

What I enjoy about the reading is the Youth Poetry,

some of it blows my mind more than the adults do;

Doug had his own style, a unique voice,

he will be missed.

And that is my long winded intro to a long-ish piece...

Saint Tourette,

Shout Their Praise

(Meditation)

featuring photos from The Grotto, Lowell, MA

and J. K's resting place, Edson Cemetery, Lowell, MA

For Dr. Douglas 'Doug E. Fresh' Bishop

Poet, Teacher, Open Mic Host

and all those that go before us.

*Reader Audience Participation: Randomly shout out

Passed Peers, Contemporaries, & Influences Names

Evangelical - Tent Revival Style at any time; examples on right.

Oh, when the Saints, come marching in

I want to be in that number,

when the Saints come marching in...

*Jack Powers!

Breakwater Lee seat, thoughts of passed Peers,

autumn breezes blow seaside skellitrees

calm bay, gentle ripples lap Stony shore,

mallards paddle, drive to feed,

dive under, resurface;

*Billy Barnum!

rocks roll in the reshaping tide,

the sea refuses no river,

currents ebb-flow assimilation,.

jet stream of consciousness carves clouds

gypsy gulls on the wing aerial ballet...

*Brother Blue!

Oh, when the Saints...oh, when the Saints...

*Mick Cousimano!

Center Stage Fort Park

lone crow, murder of one, calls,

spirit messenger

wise advice from grateful dead,

ghosts croon, "think this though with us..."

*Lee Kidd!

Raven perched on rock

silent meditative poise

recenters with songs,

"live like you'll die, cuz... with grace

on sun we come, wind, we go."

*Big Daddy Lawtown!

Oh when the Saints, come marching in

their names I'll raise and remember,

and the Saints will come marching in!

*Jen Bliss!

"We're all keys, made to unlock each other.

we're all keys, we're all keys, we're all keys..."

*Doc David Cote!

We're all Saints, they're all Saints...

when the Saints come marching in...

*John Sinclair!

Keep them in your heart and memories,

Praise their Name,

that is Heaven.

*Dr Doug E Fresh!

That is Heaven.

*Doctor Douglas Bishop!

Peace - Hosanna - Hallelujah - Amen.

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*"Jack Kerouac!"

Sincerely,

D. A. Boucher,

Da Butcha,

Short Attention Span Poet,

King of Poetry

& Merrimack River Valley Pote

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 Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much, 

 Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,

Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park

also

"a Bad Ass Pote"

D. Saenz, Poet, Playwright, C. Arrajj, Artist

&

"the undisputed heavy weight poet of the world!!!"

D. Balbony, World Traveler, Teacher

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