{"id":179,"date":"2020-07-15T15:53:00","date_gmt":"2020-07-15T15:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rudymartinez.wtf\/stuff-and-nonsense\/2020\/07\/15\/some-awesomesauce-poetry\/"},"modified":"2025-10-08T20:31:05","modified_gmt":"2025-10-08T20:31:05","slug":"some-awesomesauce-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rudymartinez.wtf\/stuff-and-nonsense\/2020\/07\/15\/some-awesomesauce-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Some Awesomesauce Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I think we’ve all been dealing with this pandemic and all around strange time in the world right now in our own ways. One of my favorite things has been getting the occasional  poem from my dear friend Kristofer. <\/div>\n
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Enjoy these. Share them Follow Kristofer<\/a>. <\/div>\n
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Personally, Going Nowhere is my favorite, but they’re all good. <\/div>\n
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RUNNING DRY<\/div>\n
The day is simply number whatever <\/div>\n
In an era of weak germy control <\/div>\n
Yet I am running dry in living’s blur <\/div>\n
For one hundred and eighteen days feel dull<\/div>\n
Two hundred and sixteen years since one named <\/div>\n
Alexander Hamilton died on this date <\/div>\n
And boy, we can sure his shot that had flamed <\/div>\n
With hope for a better livelihood fate<\/div>\n
But no, we are stuck in a tornado <\/div>\n
Of irresponsible illness and shame <\/div>\n
Thanks to a coronaclypse with gloom’s glow <\/div>\n
And dire division among kindness’ flame<\/div>\n
So instead of feeling just so helpless <\/div>\n
Feel satisfied and work that facial mask <\/div>\n
And respect social distancing’s with bliss <\/div>\n
While running dry with no filled bottled flask<\/div>\n
An anarchy of arrogance and greed <\/div>\n
Makes hope feel like it is running dry <\/div>\n
But I shall hold on to humane love’s seed <\/div>\n
With faith in truth’s grace through all weathered sky<\/div>\n
A coronacoaster of many suns <\/div>\n
And moons as well as rain clouds in-between <\/div>\n
Would have any wanting no hot dog buns <\/div>\n
But something to feel in life’s quick-paced scene<\/div>\n
One hundred and eighteen days is so long <\/div>\n
And running dry may be people’s patience <\/div>\n
But don’t give up your shot to be so strong <\/div>\n
Like Hamilton for better is wit’s sense<\/div>\n
Running dry may be the grassy hills in today being the season of summer <\/div>\n
But burn your courageous compassion’s hot flame, and just be kind and not a bummer<\/div>\n
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-Kristofer Peterson-<\/span><\/div>\n

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GOING NOWHERE<\/div>\n
It is day one hundred and nineteen, yeah <\/div>\n
And like Hamilton writing those papers <\/div>\n
For the new nation with his wit’s blah blah <\/div>\n
I am not going anywhere with fears<\/div>\n
No pandemic or divide will stop me <\/div>\n
From writing what I think within my mind <\/div>\n
So yes, I’m going nowhere with this glee <\/div>\n
With creativity that’s blunt and kind<\/div>\n
A mask may cover my one face these days <\/div>\n
But it will not silence my sense’s one shot <\/div>\n
To spread wit and inspiration through craze <\/div>\n
So know, I’m going nowhere with hope’s clot<\/div>\n
Shakespeare has his sonnets and great plays <\/div>\n
And George Lucas has the true Star Wars plot <\/div>\n
But I am going nowhere with writing’s daze <\/div>\n
That fuels me not a tad, but a whole lot<\/div>\n
My hands are cleansed and sanitized often <\/div>\n
But I am going nowhere with my rhyme <\/div>\n
That can be clean, dirty, deep, and with spin <\/div>\n
No matter the case, I have all hope’a time<\/div>\n
Syllable, word, statement, and full stanza <\/div>\n
Makes my head infected with wordy germs <\/div>\n
But unlike corona’s quick agenda <\/div>\n
I am going nowhere with my scribed terms<\/div>\n
With a face mask and hands clean and ready to rip any thinking onto paper <\/div>\n
Know that still one hundred and nineteen days in, I am still writing and going nowhere<\/div>\n
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-Kristofer Peterson-<\/div>\n
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FRUSTRATING FIESTA<\/div>\n
Day one hundred and twenty is right now <\/div>\n
And the feeling around here is one of <\/div>\n
Confusion with the constant reckless pow <\/div>\n
Of directions for society’s cove<\/div>\n
City, county, state, federal all at odds <\/div>\n
In terms of guiding what all can do from <\/div>\n
Yesterday to today to tomorrow’s pods <\/div>\n
And it’s due to peeps who’s acting so dumb<\/div>\n
So yes, it’s a frustrating fiesta <\/div>\n
That makes living a true yuck to the fuck <\/div>\n
And no ideal happy agenda <\/div>\n
But holy crap on a cracker of muck<\/div>\n
So people, treat now’s directions like school <\/div>\n
And don’t be a bad apple in life’s tree <\/div>\n
Since being ignorant makes one a fool <\/div>\n
Yet, one’s rudeness affects livelihood’s glee<\/div>\n
Therefore, wear your mask and social distance <\/div>\n
And so respect this coronavirus <\/div>\n
For it is no hoax, but pain with grimace <\/div>\n
That can lead to one catching a grave’s bus<\/div>\n
Yes, life’s adventure may be so sideways <\/div>\n
Thanks to a pure frustrating fiesta <\/div>\n
Full of contradictory newsy daze <\/div>\n
When we should all follow sense’s agenda<\/div>\n
So do not be an Aaron Burr in a world of Alexander Hamiltons with your life’s flame <\/div>\n
For a soul’s selfishness’ frustrating fiesta makes the world as a world feel sorrow’s shame<\/div>\n
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-Kristofer Peterson-<\/div>\n
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