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PS: Your Poem a Week w/ Philippe Shils

​A poem and a picture weekly for a year.  #weeklypoemandpic

PS: SOCIAL MEDIA/BOOKS/BAND

31. Beat the drum

6/27/2020

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31. Beat the drum

dreams aren't prophetic.
they’re about your last dinner.

in my dream I had a gun
but no one got shot.

it was a paperweight securing
Important Papers from the ceiling fan.

idiot country is where
I sometimes think we live.

a cup of coffee
followed by a nap.

no traitors but
treachery all around.

my daughter is the first
and only of her kind.

let’s abandon cynicism.

I'll explain my love for
you by not explaining at all.

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30. Slightly rhyming

6/24/2020

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​30. Slightly rhyming

A.
A better
father

would eat
with his 
hands

the way
his
daughter
does.

B.
From the ferris wheel
gondola stopped
at its apogee
I squinted carefully
over the edge.

Something
I couldn’t
remember what
had already
dropped over
the ledge.

My son asked:
Dad are
you scared?
I wasn’t doing
well up there.
Not by a
long stretch.

C.
The dappled light on the car’s roof
a siren.

The square of light on the front door a proclamation.

We all have people we want to outlive
and the opposite too.

It’s not as though things end again and again but they do.

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29. Adopted

6/20/2020

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29. Adopted

The world will belong
to the adopted.
Everything there
a product of revelation.

Not the false
piety of the admonished
or the inert arrogance
of the firstborn but the
fish instructed in swimming
or the bird taught late to fly.
Suckled in the forest
and in the town.

Their domicile a house
of fur and feathers.
A porch for orphans and widows.
The adopted rule the world
from the third floor
of that home sitting
in a crow's nest not
concerned with finding land.

Because there everything is the sea.
Land is a dream people have.
People with one mother
no knowledge of the waves
and what it is to be
above the salt
and just beneath the sky.

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28. so they appear (a song)

6/18/2020

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​https://www.facebook.com/philippe.shils/videos/10221941142187590/
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27. Pandemic Restaurant Review 20/20

6/12/2020

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27. Pandemic Restaurant Review 20/20

​Amb-
iation amb-
inol amb-
eotic amb-
ition pre-
serves itself
within Win-
ston’s walls.
It is loud but
the food
dies dies does
the talk-
inness talk-
scence talk-
ing. Rest-
ily rest-
long rest-
aurants are
from long a-
go go here
when you can
go a-gain. The
chicken kieff
is a com-
uter com-
ply com-
fort com-
plete sur-
rendur sur-
face -prise.
The pan- pan-
pan sauce
gave pause.
When was
des-sert -erv-
ing some thing
some time its
own re-
redline re-
turn re-
ward?

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26. Entomology

6/7/2020

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26. Entomology

The ruler of bugs
thinks we are slow
moving ants
creeping along
the shelf over
the backsplash.
He said so:
The insects
are glorious.
Unhurried.
He noted the
open mandibles
as evidence
of contentment.
He said:
Look at their
swollen abdomens
and dragging stingers.
Crumbs are everywhere.

The fly paper is up--
my son mistakes its
stickiness for poison.
Touch it I tell him
then pull your
hand away.

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25. Sirens

6/3/2020

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Sirens grow louder. 
Rumors of sirens.  
People talk about 
what may come. 
They look up. 
They look across. 
They hear sirens. 
They think 
maybe ambulance
maybe police  
maybe firetruck. 
There are chants
and names
and we sit 
and we stand 
and we listen
and summer comes 
and sirens come
and sounds 
like sirens 
but not for you
and not for me
maybe for you
maybe for me
and a sound 
like a siren 
that sings 
of silence 
and insects calling 
and my son is calling 
for no sirens 
and for sleep. 
We don’t want
to talk we want 
to sleep and the 
moon sieved 
through the leaves
is quieter than 
the sirens. 
Momma cut the 
branches away
from the neighbor tree 
so the moon could 
come through
or was it so 
the sun 
could strike 
the garden 
or to hear 
the sirens better 
and wonder​

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    PS: Your Poem a Week w/

    Philippe Shils - he lives in central Illinois. He has chapbooks available from Underground Books, Right Hand Pointing Press, and a collaborative one with his band The Red Wheelbarrows available at gigs and on Facebook by request. He plays old time banjo and has two kids who are patient with their father.
    Check out his New Band, Books and Social Media!! 

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