MMXII - 2012/12/31

Hello cockroaches who will read this text
Fuck it Mayans were dumb so onto the next
Fake recovery falters while cash runs dry
Economists live where we legally get high
Microsoft tried to pimp out Windows Eight
Selling slower than Vista did is its fate
Egypt got taken over by religious fanatics
In an age infested by holy rolling addicts

Congress failed time and time again to end
The cycle of broken upon which they depend
Cable news failed to rise to this occasion
Suffering ill effects of an idiot invasion
Lunatic gun wielding maniacs sprayed rooms
Inviting the dismal future which now looms
Somewhere along the way the minority voted
For puppets despite bullshit they promoted

Sheriff Taylor expired leaving fans behind
Yet in reruns his wisdom we may still find
Macho man in Russia seized power once lost
He wields his iron fist regardless of cost
Mister Armstrong was stripped of all honor
Always denying so his integrity is a goner
We devoured the sexual stories of Petraeus
While women screamed how dare he betray us

Todd Akin introduced us to legitimate rape
While the sane ones left bitched and gaped
South Carolinas revenue network was hacked
But not even a single IT person got sacked
Ayn Rands book sales jumped because of Ryan
He is Catholic so her supporters are crying
Facebook went public and it was a big bust
Another Wall Street scam rigged to combust

Arizona found latinos could not be outlawed
Bigots living within the US went slackjawed
Syrias police action became a full civil war
Yet international warmongers begged for more
Marijuana bans were dumped in several states
Eliminating covert buying of postage weights
To conclude Peter Jackson released The Hobbit
Split into three parts as would Lorena Bobbit


Bah Humbug - 2012/12/25

I know what you want to hear
Repetition of what you are saying
Though I did not leave out cookies
And I forgot to spend time praying

I guess this makes me a bad guy
Though I cant be bothered to care
Cause fat men cant fit in chimneys
And brats wont get whats really fair

Thank all those cute little elves
Or the indigenous children in China
Cause they are the ones slaving away
Making flimsy plastic baubles for ya

Watch the fancy spectacular parades
Marching by the suburbs which degrade
Celebrating in the face of our future
Where the consequences are not delayed

Myths complimented by delicious lies
Create sick spending fueled by credit
Combining to form something so terrible
I resolved to simply fucking forget it

If you made it this far congratulations
Most of you left when I mentioned brats
I have yet to mock decorating dead trees
Or the donning of fugly fuzzy red hats

So I realize that this is Christmas Day
Most of you twitch like you are on a drug
But for those of you still lucid and sober
I now close with the traditional Bah Humbug


Absence makes the Heart grow fonder

Life can be confusing at times.  As much as we would like for things to stay the same, they tend to change regardless of our feelings on the matter.  Sometimes change is quick and wide ranging in it's consequences.  My handful of dedicated readers know that this post constitutes the first post I have ever published on "Portly Poet" that is not lyrical in nature.  However in order to survive we all must evolve and so it is the same with this blog.

When I was much younger, I wrote a great deal of poetry.  While I'll be the first to say that all of it was half baked teenage angst kind of nonsense, it was a valuable experience nonetheless.  One of my great regrets is the fact that I simply stopped writing for a period of almost ten years.  Such laziness has had it's consequences.  One of those consequences has been the last few years of writing that I've done.  I've spent the last few years writing about various topics in various ways, with the intention of finding my "voice" so to speak.  While some of the work has been memorable much of it has been substandard.    

However despite the setbacks I believe the time has come to take a different approach.  I've been writing for almost three years again now and much progress has been made.  So much so in fact that my plans of simply self publishing a second book crammed to the brim with poetry of varying quality (much like the first book) have come to an abrupt end.  Up until this week I had planned on publishing "Portly Poet - Volume 002" after writing another 250 poems.  However I've been thinking more and more that this is the wrong way to go about things.  

Poetry isn't about quantity.  It's about quality.  Hence the number of poems is irrelevant but the impact of the poems are relevant.  How does one measure the impact of a poem?  Hell if know.  Perhaps Mr. Keating has a better idea than I do.  Too bad he's not real or I might be able to ask him :)  Nonetheless, I've decided to change my approach for the second book.  For starters I want it to be smaller.  I'm thinking somewhere between 50 and  75 high quality poems.  Secondly I'm also seriously considering adding some background information for each poem so that my readers can maybe better understand the work itself.  Finally I've decided that the bulk of the material in the next book will not be published ahead of time.  This was perhaps the hardest decision for me to make here.  But the benefits should be obvious.  If I ever want to go beyond self publishing books that a handful of people close to me buy, then I'm going to have to up the ante here.  No publisher wants to publish a book of stuff that was already published for free on some blog somewhere.  That's just idiotic.  Exclusivity is where the value comes into play.  No doubt some of you are now wondering, "Has Jay talked to some publishers?"  The answer is no.  Why bother?  As of right now I have absolutely nothing to offer them for the very reasons I have described above.

Does that mean this blog is now dead?  No, not at all.  I think this blog will be the companion on the journey I am about to undertake.  And don't believe for a second that poetry or tidbits of poetry won't still make it out here.  They will.  Part of being a writer is grappling with the irrepressible urge to share your thoughts and your feelings with others.  That will not change.  Those of you who know me well know that short of death, that will never change. 

So thank you all for sticking with me this far into my journey of self discovery.  If this is where you decided to cut loose, please know that there are no hard feelings.  But for the time being, this is how it has to be.


Jay "Portly Poet" Little


Space Sickness - 2012/12/02

No life exists
In this vacuum I now occupy
Always dreaming
Of reaching up so very high
Never realizing
That succeeding means I die

Sunflares ignite
Through our prison porthole
As zero gravity
Insidiously takes its toll
Fate is knocking
Discounting mission control

Courageous fools
Take a walk on the wild side
While I support
Milking every excuse to hide
Glass cracking
Strap in for the final ride

Still persisting
Assassins continue missing
My ears can hear
Sounds of telltale hissing
Arrogant fools
Keep ignorantly dismissing

Today is the day
Of their triumphant return
Yet I know better
Heat shield cracks concern
Drifting in space
Prepped to watch them burn


Haphazard - 2012/12/01

Tomorrow Tomorrow
Putting it off for a bit
Through rosy glasses
Orbs of hope are ever lit

Storm clouds part
Divine ambrosia flutters
Buildings are ignited
Hermits rip open shutters

Paradise passing
Spreading memorable cheer
Temporary reprieve
From still festering fear

Sleep no more
Mindfulness is the devil
Visions stalk
Threatening endless revel

Sun goes down
Mystically coming back up
Turn a blind eye
So celebration will erupt

Remember the cage
Wheel runners must unite
Preventing tragedy
As we all escape tonight

This is a dream
A bed full of vicious lies
Within it I lay
Ready to wake when it dies

Staggering about
Sunlight assaults red eyes
Nobody lives forever
Especially if nobody tries