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Post by anirbas on Jan 13, 2007 9:28:54 GMT -6
ggglgggl...i dunno...a slew of e-words just popped into my head with a snap...   espresso*espression*epaulette*elephant*effervescent the inebriatedly effervescent elephant, a general in the looney tunes parade brigade... flicked the dust from his epaulette with an expression of self disgust-- at having tripped over his own snout and fallen toes up in the dust... and due to his mishaps his equally inebriated elephant chaps, had fallen like dominoes behind him... the elephant general said with a grin, as he helped up his more than one friend, i think it's time we sober up, go have an espresso on my dime, before we reach the end of this parade route... the children watched in dismay as off the elephants did sway, into the nearest coffee bar... the end of this ludicrous poem... ggglgggl essential*ergonomic*err*existential*excerpt |
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 1:33:39 GMT -6
espresso*espression*epaulette*elephant*effervescent
riding tall upon
animal of grace
sloping forward gently
placing hand upon long,
wrinkled face
rumbling quietly
elephant dawdles
at his own chosen pace
soldier calls forth
draws from his rank
amongst the crowd
of others in distinguished
uniformed march
effervescent in their step
a mark of energy
tracks erased,
then laid down exactly
as before,
repeated time and again
expression of endeavour,
trepidition and fright
brave heart beating under skin
pulse throbs hard
Years pass by
memories remain,
though all that is left know
is the barely readable name
upon the shadows
which line the shelves
dust collected from time before
epaulette offerings
merely a flashy shroud ?
espresso fills the musty air
only now does the long
aged officer,
look up and smile
a different aroma too remember
this time, from the comfort
of his own chair
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sherbet, candy, movies, cuddles, kisses
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 1:38:28 GMT -6
essential*ergonomic*err*existential*excerpt
it is with ergonomic malfunction
in this excerpt
that i apologise
for my failure
in noticing, that there had
already been a poem posted
of delightful wording,
starting with the dratted letter "E"
but then, it is
essential to err at times
too remind ourselves that we are
not perfect
indeed, it is existential
so that we are not overcome
by our own ego
~
trepidition, reluctance, darkness, rain, stormy
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 17:09:54 GMT -6
heheheehee..roflmao, S'fir...i mean i'm cacklesnickering like a hen
at your funny bone tickling poeming...i was already wowed by your
more serious and oh so beautiful letter e-offering...then you flattened
me with that rib tickler...thanks a million...and count me soooo giggling...
up a storm even now, as a matter of fact...to funny you are...stop that...NOT!
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 17:23:07 GMT -6
Without the least reluctance, much less trepidation--
the water sprite stepped into the darkess
of the stormy night, without
so much as an umbrella,
much less her rubber boots--
grew fins and gills she did...
Swam away in a puddle
of rain that leaked down
a drain in the middle
of the busy street...
That trickled into an ocean
where she became a mermaid...
Where upon, there she stayed...
Making loads of clams cleaning the caves
of octopi and myriad squid...
I'm telling you, that is what she did...
After she stepped into the darkness
of the stormy night without reluctance
or trepidation...I'm telling you...
That is what she did...
~*~
celestial*verbiage*barrage*garage*charade
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Post by amycando on Jan 14, 2007 20:40:57 GMT -6
celestial*verbiage*barrage*garage*charade
Gaze at the celestial field of: eternity
of: goes on forever
we can only assume it does
can we not,
but at the same time I think we've only the barest
concept of what that means
something that has no end
is hard for such finite beings to get our head around isn't it.
I can spout and abundance of verbiage on the matter but still I think, once again, that words,
our mode of expression and communication,
are finite and therefore hopelessly inadequate to describe the vast and unending.
when I try to get a fix on the unfixed
when I try to frame the infinite with the finite to
translate it to something my mind can grasp
I am overwhelmed by a barrage of partials that don't go the distance,
why?
because my mind can't go a distance that goes on forever
I might try, shall I follow the never ending helix up or down
into oblivion
for that is surely where it leads in either direction.
In just what we know of the universe,
we are not God's garage
nor even his footstool
more like a tiny fleck in his eye,
but he sees us my friends
the infinite sees the finite
it is the little us who have the handicapped sight
but this we try not to see
for it ruins our charade of wisdom
yes that which makes us fight amongst ourselves,
I think we'd be better off
with humble I don't knows,
sometimes.
earth, hourglass, alive, reflection,voice
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 22:14:10 GMT -6
an hourglass
is alive with the reflection
of the voice of the earth, whispering...
echoes of ancient boulders falling from craggy
mountains with a roar and a crash...
reduced to the tick-tick-tick
noise of tiny grains
of sand hitting glass...
~*~
clouds*chair*numb*unstable*ankle
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 14, 2007 22:32:17 GMT -6
clouds*chair*numb*unstable*ankle
sitting on the vast curling verandah
I watch from safety of my chair,
new born flocks run
half hazardly over hills
unstable legs give way
toppling in the same
elegance as a clown falls
from his small bike
ankles entwined with the other three
mother's moaning with
what could only be called
encouragement
clouds gather into the almost invisible sky
pearly white, into balls of angry grey
pelting over earth
topsy turvey tumbling
of a new born, begins all over again
~.~
tomorrow, sunrise, leaves, shadows, breakfast
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Post by anirbas on Jan 14, 2007 23:18:05 GMT -6
*adorable offering, Soul!*
tomorrow, sunrise, leaves, shadows, breakfast
tomorrow,
when corner shadows
are created by the sunrise
slanting across the kitchen floor
i shall ingest a ho-hum breakfast
of what amounts to wholegrains
and the leaves of wholegrains,
and all the chaff and grit
from the mill floor mixed in...
garnished for entertainment value,
with a slivered almond, or two
packaged in a box and called cereal...
splashed with non fat, tasteless
skim milk and a few chopped,
dried apricots I will throw
into the bowl
to add some color...
when what i really want...
is several strips of crisply fried bacon
stuffed into a fluffy biscuit with lots of cheddar
cheese and a thick slice of tomato,
to keep it company...no eggs, please!
those smell gross to me! i'll settle
for toast, to sandwich this high cholesterol
and sodium nightmare within, if a bisuit isn't handy...
howsomever, i do far enjoy the energy vibe
the wholegrains, their leaves, the chaff
and grit from the mill floor, gives me...
as the other breakfast, causes me
to wax soporifically and I
just want to pass out...
~*~
dragonfly*depth*savings*anonymous*shelf
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 15, 2007 1:40:57 GMT -6
dragonfly*depth*savings*anonymous*shelf
blue and green
spirals of splattered colours
surround my mind,
as the ever brilliant
dragonfly darts with apparent
ease
up and down,
around the curling tails of curtains
amongst tall splendid reeds of grass
anonymous in his fixation
just to do,
as he chooses
because he can
savings of grace,
granted as swallows watch
with ready stance
beaks darting,
missing their narrow chance
of tasty morsal
with elongated tail
perhaps
tonights dinner,
will have to suffice with
side offering of snail
back into the house
and there upon my shelf
his honour is watching me write this
onto note pad
and then into cruise control
he onwardly moves
without effort
enviable ease
he dips into the depths of
another moment
out the window he flies
~.~
red, wine, dinner, company, dreaming
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Post by anirbas on Jan 15, 2007 22:10:22 GMT -6
red, wine, dinner, company, dreaming
~*~
dream slipping through
the land of nodz...dream...
dream...dreaming i am in your fiery company...
wearing a seductive red dress...
drinking a glass of red wine...
we are seated on a sumptuous red divan...
dinner on red plates laid before us,
on a low sitting red coffee table...
i tip my glass to my red lips...i can taste...
i can taste the redness upon my tongue...
much as i can taste the essence of my passion
rising reddly at the back of my throat...if i can taste
the redness of this red wine wearing this red dress...
perhaps, this isn't a dream...i test this theory...
i set down the red wine in the glass...
spilling a drop or two on the red dress in my haste...
lean forward to touch the red fur of your face,
lean forward for a taste of your lips...phht! pop!
the spell is broken! dinner is over!
along with the red room, you disappear...
just gone, gone, gone...
with a start, i wake up...
seeing red, feeling mad...
it was all a dream...
a rhapsody in red...
odd...hard to explain...the two drops of red wine,
still drying, on my red flannel nightgown...
~*~
surface*core*dichotomy*fantasy*reality
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Post by amycando on Jan 16, 2007 22:04:38 GMT -6
surface*core*dichotomy*fantasy*reality
The dichotomy of my life lies in the
vast difference in what dwells in the core of my heart
and what I show of that on the surface.
this is necessary because what is in my heart
is confined to fantasy
and I cannot make it a reality,
to show it forth
would alter the reality in a detrimental way.
midnight, bridges, visable, cuffs, intuition
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 17, 2007 1:08:19 GMT -6
midnight, bridges, visable, cuffs, intuition
Angel
rises from black of midnight
visible against
rough outline of bridges formation
long corrogated iron
lining, the simple sheds
cuffs of flowers
drained of life,
from the cold, humid
teasing of night
intuition playing
on ones mind
blinking slowly,
as if too acknowldge the
vision -
just one more time
~.~
tv , ad , popcorn, lounge, boredom
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Post by anirbas on Jan 18, 2007 8:24:56 GMT -6
tv , ad , popcorn, lounge, boredom
~*~
boredom overwhelms me...
as i lounge on the couch,
munching popcorn with chattering teeth--
freezing, trying to stay warm,
wrapped in my robe, socks
and two comforters...
and on the tv, an ad pops up
to insult me...lose weight fast...
sitting on your ass...just take this pill...
anyone in their right mind knows...
you don't lose weight, holding down
the couch, with or without a pill...
you lose muscle mass and the money
you spent on a faithless and factless miracle...
~*~
dominoes*checkers*chess*monopoly*scrabble
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Post by dawness on Jan 18, 2007 8:30:34 GMT -6
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Post by Sam on Jan 18, 2007 12:54:49 GMT -6
dominoes*checkers*chess*monopoly*scrabble....
Dominoes-I just don't know.
Checkers-make me lazy.
Chess-now, there is a game for lovers.
Monopoly-drives me plain crazy.
Scrabble- let me think on it!!
Hmmm.... I surrender....
Never could make a word with Q?
what's a girl to do, but pass to you....
Sam
relics, patterns, necklaces, ribbons, elbows
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Post by anirbas on Jan 18, 2007 13:12:26 GMT -6
hehehehe...that's cute, Sammy...goooood one to make of the silliness I left...
i'm braindead at the moment...so, i'll pass these words on to someone else...
relics, patterns, necklaces, ribbons, elbows
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Post by amycando on Jan 18, 2007 18:45:34 GMT -6
relics, patterns, necklaces, ribbons, elbows
Post menopausal women are not relics
but something to relish
tracing patterns of pleasure on well-lived flesh
untieing the ribbons she used to make herself a present to me.
Oh love let me make you necklaces of kisses
and then turn you elbows up and rub and kiss every inch
soothing every ache,
and then at last face me
kiss me
and let me love you.
tides, hear, fall, praying, slow
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 18, 2007 21:34:17 GMT -6
tides, hear, fall, praying, slow
tides fall with rushing crescendo
so defeaning is the noise
that even the Holy Men
upon their knees, praying
do not hear the solemn slow
incantations from those caught within
it's ever reaching shorelines
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snakes, slithering, sickening, sliding , simple
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Post by Sam on Jan 19, 2007 11:05:15 GMT -6
snakes, slithering, sickening, sliding , simple
It would be just
a simple thing
to many people,
I presume,
but to me
the slithering sliding of snakes
is a sickening reminder
of past fears brought forth,
immediately,
to torture me,
anew.
Sam
pirates, blood, roses, twinge, actress
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Post by amycando on Jan 19, 2007 18:07:13 GMT -6
pirates, blood, roses, twinge, actress
You make my blood sizzle
let's make love like marauding pirates
rolling in the roses
so impassioned we don't even feel
the twinges of the thorns
a performance no actress could top.
dragon, flash, wonder, admire, perpetual
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Post by anirbas on Jan 20, 2007 1:21:11 GMT -6
dragon, flash, wonder, admire, perpetual
~*~
Dragon?
Myth or magical being?
Habringer of the flash of life or death?
Regardless, in perpetual wonder
I find I admire the dragon...
~*~
insomnia*jittery*lost*adrift*green
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 20, 2007 5:31:18 GMT -6
insomnia*jittery*lost*adrift*green
no sooner, had I
learnt the tranquil ability
to lose myself, adrift
in the clouds which linger over head
admiring the green hue of sea
lapping the shores below my dreamers travel
I become lost, jittery
as intuition fires inside my soul
and heart of truth, calls its low
penetrating tune
insomnia wracks a once peaceful mind
wanting nothing more,
than a cure for this man's living -
erasing him from my child's life and mine
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shadow , pillows, picnic , flowers, blanket
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Post by amycando on Jan 20, 2007 19:20:38 GMT -6
shadow , pillows, picnic , flowers, blanket
Cloud shadow steals the heat
I weigh it out are their puffy pillows of white so pleasing
that it's worth the loss of heat
as if Nature would bend to my will anyway
I pull the picnic blanket over my legs until
the sun returns
and with it a breeze wafting the sweet scent of flowers my way.
timbre, conscience, contrast, reflect, fears
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Post by anirbas on Jan 21, 2007 21:45:36 GMT -6
timbre, conscience, contrast, reflect, fears
my fears
fall
away
from my conscience...
as tears
fall
away
from sad blasted eyes...
i reflect upon the contrast
betwixt my inner and outer life...
one is rich with the lyric timbre
of alliteration and assonance...
the other, an aurical exterior
of merciless dissonance
accompanied
by the
slow
grind
of
reality...
~*~
challenge*explorer*vision*release*obstacles
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 21, 2007 23:03:40 GMT -6
challenge*explorer*vision*release*obstacles
I love the way you challenge me,
helping me to release those
viciously destructive emotions
with inside my soul,
finding calming expression
from life's, ever dreary obstacles
that the vision within me,
I learn to no longer be afraid
instead, a proud
explorer of word, rhythm and rhymes
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hello, smiles, cupcake, sweets, friends
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2007 15:16:03 GMT -6
hello, smiles, cupcake, sweets, friends
He smiles
and says hello....
Calls me Cupcake,
don't you know!!
Brings me sweets,
thinks I neat,
or so his friends
all tell me so....
I think I'll call him
over to the phone
tell him later on
I'll be home, alone.
Check it out
once and for all,
then
run on home
and see
how long
it takes for
him to call!!!
Sam
explanations, confrontations, recall, truth, desperation
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Post by amycando on Jan 22, 2007 20:32:21 GMT -6
explanations, confrontations, recall, truth, desperation
I recall most confrontations with a feeling of desperation
because I don't like them,
the unpleasant ones anyway
the truth is I feel powerless and easily intimidated
unless I am standing up for another
then I am bold
protecting others overrides my feelings about myself.
Perhaps the explanation's too much truth,
but, it is what it is.
ablaze, ancient, thunder, feast, adorn
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Post by dawness on Jan 23, 2007 0:43:20 GMT -6
ablaze, ancient, thunder, feast, adorn
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thunder ablaze with wild wounded words
you feast on anger and regret
till nothing on your hands can adorn
such emptiness.
ancient and old are your days.
treasure* longingly* sapphire* translation* magic
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 23, 2007 4:22:17 GMT -6
treasure* longingly* sapphire* translation* magic
Under solemn rock I have sat
waiting for the magic
the translation of many,
young and ancient
of fingerprints inscribed
upon the winds of time
where I have watched
longingly,
wishing for a long setting sun
too treasure the simple
sapphire like beauty
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bribery, judgement, lies, sinful, desire
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