#mash poetry

[maxwellqueerklinger]

Dreams. Charles Emerson Winchester III

#charles winchester #charles emerson winchester iii #mash 4077 #mash poetry #episode: dreams #source: the gift of imperfection by brene brown

[papertowness]

if i tell you about my favorite show and you WATCH IT ?? it’s gonna get till death do us part REAL quick

#especially since i like shows for men who have never known the touch of a woman #star trek mash ncis and such #like you’re gonna watch this show with a budget of thirteen dollars and nine cents ???? #for ME ?????? #text post #friends #love #poetry #thoughts #poets corner #nuerodivergent #nd #star trek #mash #ncis #lgbt #lgbtq

[serpercival]

Blackout poetry from M*A*S*H: A Novel About Three Army Doctors

#mash #poetry #blackout poetry

[hawkeyeslaughter]

by far my stupidest mash headcanon is that whenever after!mash hawktrap meet someone and they ask how they met they explain and then hawkeye gets to the part where trapper leaves and embellishes the hell out of it ,, he’s like “ he left without leaving a note ,, i thought i was never gonna see him again … “ he does this bit every single time and trapper hates it .

#hawkeye : of course you have to cut him some slack .. it’s hard for someone who can’t write #trapper : well i just had so much poetry in my heart it would’ve been hard to condense it into little words for you #one time hawkeye brings it up and trapper’s so sick of it he sits down and scribbles out a note and all it says is : #‘ here’s your note : shut up ‘ #hawkeye hangs it on the wall #m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #mash 4077 #mashblr #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye #trapper john mcintyre #trapper john #john mcintyre #trapper mcintyre #hawktrap #traphawk #piercintyre #piercentyre #lgbt #lgbtq

[st33le]

“The love that I suffer, is a shameful disease.” - Guillaume Apollinaire

I will always make poetry about Charles and Hawkeye, cause they need to be dramatic.

#my art #mash #mash 4077 #otp #hawkeye pierce #charles emerson winchester iii #hawkeye mash #charhawk #hawkchester #poetry #ships

[rescue-ram]

"Not Waving But Drowning" by Stevie Smith (1972) | Hawkeye Pierce from MASH (1972-1983)

#mash #hawkeye pierce #poetry

[movietonight]

M*A*S*H // Ars Poetica - Archibald MacLeish

#Listen if I have to sit through a one hour seminar on the definition of poetry today I get to make one of the poems about mash #mash #m*a*s*h #Macks Musings #Archibald MacLeish #ars poetica #web weaving

[theshitthathitthefan]

Im drunk and I wrote a poem. Just remember even Hawkeye would agree that martinis are only good when they’re as dry as Gods tears.

My father loved watching M*A*S*H

As a child I’d catch him watching it in our living room

long after I was supposed to go to bed

He and Hawkeye would have a martini after

their long days of trying to save people

and my dad would watch stories that came out in

the 1970’s of his 20’s

about

the 1950’s of his childhood

and I’d watch him

watching Hawkeye in

the 2000’s of my childhood.

He’d share a drink

with a moral man disguised as a jester

sitting in the blue glow of the empty couch

laughing along with Radar and Hunnicut;

just another one of the guys

What did those martinis mean to him in

the 2000’s

when he used a glass fronted box

to share a drink with a man

and travel through time

to 30 years ago

to 50 years ago?

I’m no longer that kid

from 20 years ago

sneaking glimpses of the 4077th M*A*S*H

I too can share a drink with that man on screen

I too can travel through time like my father did

to 50 years ago

to 70 years ago

But I can only share a drink with

a man who looks like my father

down to the gray black hair

and bright blue eyes

I can only share a martini with the man

who shared my father’s sense of humor;

they liked both dry and with olives

Through a fictitious real war

I can imagine that

I’m spending time with my father

I can imagine that

I laugh at all the places my father does

20 years ago

50 years ago

70 years ago

I cry at all the places my father does

20 years ago

50 years ago

70 years ago

But 20 real years

separate me and Hawkeye from the real man

so obviously influenced by the hero on screen

from 20 years ago

from 50 years ago

from 70 years ago

Is my dad laughing now

with me and the man who looks

and acts

so much like him that I have to do

a double take

a triple take

at the screen and the mischievous smile

on Hawkeye's face?

It looks too much like my father’s;

there’s no real guessing where he got it from

But M*A*S*H only had

11 seasons

to impart humor and wisdom

11 seasons

to teach my father to be the kind of man

I could sit down and have a drink with

Turns out that

11 years of seasons

wasn't enough

No amount of time or time travel

to 20 years ago

to 50 years ago

to 70 years ago

could lead to me sharing a martini with anyone but an actor

in a 1970’s Hollywood backlot

of 1950’s Korea

acting like the kind of man

my father so obviously wanted to be

#m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #I’m drunk and pathetic and dumping all on you #mashblr #hawkeye pierce #poem #poetry #edit: grammar 10/27

[myrmeraki]

“I know people’s faults / because in my soul / I HAVE COMMITTED THEM”

The War of Vaslav Nijinsky by Frank Bidart / M*A*S*H Dreams s8ep22 + Mulcahy’s War s5ep9 + Blood Brothers s9ep18

#mash #m*a*s*h #father mulcahy #francis mulcahy #mash 4077 #web weave #iz’s stuff #mash dreams #mash 8.22 #mash mulcahys war #mash 5.09 #mash blood brothers #mash 9.18 #poetry

[blessyou-hawkeye]

tenebrous - by georgia rebecca

#mash #mash 4077 #hawkeye mash #hawkeye bj #father mulcahy #korean war #hawkeye #beejhawk #hunnihawk #poetry #web weaving #web weave #mash timeloop #mash on time

[maxwellqueerklinger]

Dreams. BJ Hunnicutt

#bj hunnicutt #mash 4077 #mash poetry #episode: Dreams #source: illusion of separateness by Simon Van Booy

[dandifiedstupefied]

m*a*s*h (1972-1983) // mayakovsky by frank o'hara (1957)

screencaps credit to @not-trustworthy and @impishtubist

#it should read left to right top to bottom :) #m*a*s*h #mash #mash 4077 #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #trapper john mcintyre #hunnihawk #piercintyre #alan alda #wayne rogers #frank o'hara #poetry #mashblr

[silvery-stars]

the stale end of summer, dripping away, a poem by me - this summer is gold melting in the sun.

#silly little poem to memorialize how this summer Felt #also i think the tattoo story is so funny like pov me my close friend my (11 years older than me) stepsister and her friend sitting at a- #-table 40 feet from my mom and stepdad + the three of them are trying to convince me to secretly get a tattoo the next day #peer pressure is real guys #sorry it’s such low quality i had to mega zoom out to get it all in one ss #each stanza was like written at different points in the last month or so and i just found them all and mashed them together #not sure if i Love Love this poem but it’s a memorial to this summer and i think it really fits that so #ash writes #poetry #now for tagging content. the hardest part #summer poetry #july #august #summer #spilled ink #silvery posting #original poetry #poems #writing

[andromeda3116]

okay but like how is it that so many people have been sleeping on vienna teng's music and her incredible lyrics?

how I couldn't be what you'd need, but oh, how I could make you bleed

I have a prophecy threatening to spill into words: this crawling certainty of over / the swelling fermata as the core dies

who are you, a stranger in the shell of a lover, dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?

for I have made her prison be her every step away from me, and this child I would destroy, if you tried to set her free

we're gonna photosynthesize and drink up the sunrise / somebody ought to corrupt you on the dance floor and take you home, show you all your demons and desires and dark sides

don't you believe them, don't you drink their poison, too. these are the scars that words have carved on me / these are the scars that silence carved on me

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth, in a landscape of merry and desperate drought

all my books are lying useless now, all my maps will only show me how to lose my way

and of course I forgive, I've seen how you live, like a phoenix you rise from the ashes. you pick up the pieces and the ghosts in the attic that never quite leave. and of course I forgive, you've seen how I live, I've got darkness and fears to appease.

#vienna teng #this is just a selection of my personal favorites #also check out her ''ain't no sunshine/lose yourself'' live mash-up because holy shit #but these are absolute poetry #(and *ripe* for fic titles i'm just sayin')

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

yesterday

—Tell me why we do this.

Why we’re here.

Why are my hands

stained

with the blood of boys?

Please, Beej.

Tell me.

—I don’t know, Hawk.

Frank could spout nonsense.

Margaret could point at the flag.

Me…

I just hold on to the good,

the beautiful,

to remind me there’s more

than this.

If I don’t

I’ll go mad.

—But

there’s nothing

good

here.

Nothing pure.

Nothing

beautiful.

—There’s you,

you gorgeous lunatic.

There’s us.

—Kiss me when you say that.

Please?

—Alright.

today

BJ and Peg

exchange a look.

Hawkeye looks so

lost.

Worried.

For the briefest moment

they think he’s going to bolt,

but BJ’s fingertips

brushing the back of his hand

ground him.

Muscles relax—

only the slightest bit

but it’s enough

to reassure.

Peg makes dinner.

BJ sets the table,

uncorks a bottle of wine.

Hawkeye plays with Erin.

And later,

after they tuck

Erin into bed,

the Hunnicutts

show Hawkeye

he is

loved.

tomorrow

Hawkeye can see it all…

Waking up on Sunday mornings,

tangled up in blankets

and pillows

and arms

and legs.

Coffee in the kitchen,

Peg’s laugh,

BJ’s smile.

Little Erin running though

on her unsteady legs,

shrieking with laughter.

Driving to work with BJ,

the kind of doctoring

he longs for,

where instruments are sterile

and no one runs out of sutures…

and the patients

aren’t all boys

who don’t belong in a war.

Fires on the beach,

a sky full of stars,

the clean smell of salt.

Laughing, splashing children.

(more than just Erin?)

Yes, to all of it.

California, here I come.

NaPoWriMo day 15 - hawkeye/bj/peg - showing hawkeye he can be loved/making him feel like he belongs somewhere for @pherryt

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #MASH #hawkeye x bj #hawkeye x bj x peg #fandom poetry

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

i would smoke your breath like the last rationed cigarette,

the only lingering comfort we have left.

war is hell and i'd still paint my skin with your blood,

your fingertip a paintbrush on my body,

like some facsimile of carrying you with me,

when i can't light your cigarette breath.

i know i'll never see the gates of heaven,

but my only wish is that it's painted red,

bright and arterial,

just so long as they bury me in your blood.

#something something the color red in a bloody place #mash #beejhawk #poem #poetry #sai writes