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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 8, 2007 1:22:19 GMT -6
blindness, moon, unease, hurry, surface
unease the moon
from his serenely etched place
upon the horizon
blindness leads the foolish man
down the rough, narrow surface
cutting his feet with sharpened stones
as he stumbles in his hurry
too get to an unidentified destination
without defined purpose
~
i, am, appreciating, life, positive
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Post by anirbas on Feb 8, 2007 9:51:30 GMT -6
the i that i am...
that is...
the i that i am that is me...
the me that is me, myself and i...
all the pieces of me are in accordance, today...
to be about appreciating life...enjoy it like the fine
wine it is...try to be positive, proactive...
and on that note, i...the i that is me...the me, that is me,
myself and i, are going to do just that...curling up
in the comfort of my purple paisley duvet, today...
i am going to positively sleep the day away!
proactively, of course! i vow to have only good dreams,
not a single nightmare to curl my hair more than it already izzzzzzzzzzz...
~*~
moon*solar*planets*asteroids*cereal
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Post by amycando on Feb 9, 2007 19:04:13 GMT -6
moon*solar*planets*asteroids*cereal
cereal and solar rays are a good start to the day,
meanwhile out in space the planet's look on jealously
as the asteroids play,
and the moon. . .
well it's life literally revolves around the earth.
scented, tremble, spin, graceful, alone
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 10, 2007 6:53:57 GMT -6
scented, tremble, spin, graceful, alone
in the smallest of rain drops
i watch the single scented rose
wilt under the soft spin of water
as the breeze blows it across it's
fragile surface, graceful in it's
lonesome journey
it's finely tuned petals tremble
in a floating decent
swaying and dancing in the rain drops
alone
~
me,myself, I, are, somebody
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Post by dawness on Feb 10, 2007 9:53:52 GMT -6
i, me , myself
in a sphere of brokenness
there is nothing egoistical about
looking within one's self,
if not
we are going to die from nothingness
nobody can be somebody
till
we love the self first
SACRIFICE* SECOND* GIRLISH* CLAIM* STUDIO
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Post by amycando on Feb 11, 2007 7:33:29 GMT -6
SACRIFICE* SECOND* GIRLISH* CLAIM* STUDIO
Strike a girlish glamour pose in a photographer's studio?
Not for me,
my daughter maybe but not I.
I will sacrifice any claim on her being, ME the second,
however,
because it's been no picnic being ME the first.
clean, gather, nothing, thunder, moment
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Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2007 10:16:33 GMT -6
clean, gather, nothing, thunder, moment
I am caught in the moment
as I gather my thoughts
I hear the thunder in the distance
and I know nothing else matters
except the clean rain's coming,
refreshing the earth...
Sam
entitled, inform, dedicated, inspire, birth
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 14, 2007 23:50:52 GMT -6
entitled, inform, dedicated, inspire, birth
you inspire me,
as i inscribe self
dedicated words to rigid sheet of paper
heart falling in small
droplets of ink,
too inform those of worthy
persistance of absent minded feats
trips in life,
falling away
lessons to be learnt in deeper,
sometimes darker ways
entitled for freedom
new paths in which one may
seek, heal and grow
from birth into old age
with wisdom giving an insight
not otherwise known
~
marbles, children, shrieking, playing, misfit
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Post by dawness on Feb 15, 2007 21:45:58 GMT -6
marbles, children, shrieking, playing, misfit
to be childlike , to be children of th womb
shrieking
playing
with marbles of sun in their hair.
who are the misfits in
the name of inocence?
adults or children?
LOFT/ PEPPER/ UNREFINED/ DUST/ SWOLLEN
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Post by amycando on Feb 16, 2007 21:20:18 GMT -6
LOFT/ PEPPER/ UNREFINED/ DUST/ SWOLLEN
You are more than the salt of the earth,
my love,
you are the pepper
coarse and natural,
unrefined,
full flavor!
Surely you were not made from dust,
but from a swollen chunk of life
rich in all that existence consists of,
a fine example of the whole home of life,
from basement to loft.
fresh, rain, vibrant, door, taint
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 16, 2007 23:05:18 GMT -6
fresh, rain, vibrant, door, taint
How i miss the vibrant thrum of storms,
rolling over the hills
enjoying the ever persistant thrum of rain
against the tin of my roof
it's rhythmic strikes almost
hypnotic with their unspoken spell
fresh air flowing through open window
blowing open the curtains
door way left uncluttered, coaxing
the cool dampness inside
watching billowing clouds dance
the skyline with their special taint
of stormy coloured thunder bolts
striking earthen grounding
~
sunblock, suntan, sunburnt, sand, surfing
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Post by anirbas on Feb 17, 2007 1:48:25 GMT -6
*I love thunderstorm poems! Good one, Soul!*
sunblock, suntan, sunburnt, sand, surfing
surfing the television
beats surfing the ocean...no need for sunblock,
to stave off a sunburnt and peeling suntan...
besides, if want to feel the illusion of sand
between my toes not to mention the illusion
of actual acting, i can channel Baywatch on television...
book*sound*ottoman*computer*lifeless
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 17, 2007 2:17:20 GMT -6
book*sound*ottoman*computer*lifeless
reclined lifeless in his aged chair,
the man's feet, still wrapped in their
brown cotton socks lay half lazily upon the ottoman
a television screen flickers its hazy snow
as the buzz of undistinguishable noise fills
the limpnes of the room
book laying, perhaps partly read..
or not yet opened at his fingers
wrapped half conciously around its firm
soft leather binding,
he drifts into dreaming, looking for
all that which he has not yet seen
murmuring as his wife cleans
here, there
clutter of living, rearranged without
a sound
~
grandfather, grandchild, first born, family, laughter
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Post by Sam on Feb 19, 2007 10:17:10 GMT -6
grandfather, grandchild, first born, family, laughter
Oh, Grandfather...
Hear the laughter
and feel this joy
penetrating through the air
in this celebration of life
as family and friends join together
to celebrate the second year
of miraculous life
for my first born grandchild...
I have watched him
grow from tiny infant
to a little man....
Sometimes when I look
deeply into his blue eyes,
they are your eyes I see...
and as I celebrate this day
I know you are here,
spiritually,
celebrating this day
with me......
Sam
worthy, tenderness, emotional, twisted, fragile
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 19, 2007 17:02:33 GMT -6
worthy, tenderness, emotional, twisted, fragile
I know you hear me,
though your stone like face erases the twisted
shadows of a smile,
tenderness is not known too you,
making you edgy, paranoid
fragile with the exploits of life
barron and bruised by angry, aggressive
touches of love, a stranger's desires
emotional torrents wash over me,
as I stare into your eyes
seeing only a blank void of confusion
where even a mirror denies you the worthy
admission of self recognised reflections
~
mouse, traps, cheese, squeals, squeak
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Post by anirbas on Feb 21, 2007 20:42:05 GMT -6
*you guys...all of your offerings touched me to one degree or another, this evening...Sammy...the Kiefer piece...so sweet, adorable...made me miss my little grand rascal, Logan*
mouse, traps, cheese, squeals, squeak
drawn by the scent of cheese
the mouse does squeak
with joy at the abundant
feast he's found...
three traps laid beneath the sideboard...
one smeared with peanut butter...
as the mouse hesitates,
as to which death
to unknowingly choose first...
buttery with creaminess or chessy...
the cat the mouse didn't smell...
pounces from out of nowhere...
swallows the tiny rodent whole,
hair and all...and that's the end
of this not so tall tale...ggglgggl...
bell*shell*fell*quell*grail
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Post by amycando on Feb 23, 2007 18:37:32 GMT -6
bell*shell*fell*quell*grail
She is my grail
the moment I saw her I fell
my heart was ringing like a bell
but, alas, she will never be mine
and so I must quell these feelings when they assert
hidden behind a hardened shell
of indifference or moderate interest
of the most benign kind.
person, whirl, trembling, strain, polluted
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 24, 2007 5:03:35 GMT -6
person, whirl, trembling, strain, polluted
polluted with poisonous words of another,
i watch the person before me
turn from close friend too an enemy
fork like tongue of a serpent,
looking for ways too create whirl wind emotions
twisting subtle happiness into
cautious anxiety -
longing to touch the soul,
but with poor intention
trembling upon jittery tip toes
i become lost, thinking too harshly
about what might never come
i strain too find reason
it alludes me, flitting around in the wind
~
internet, sexual, anonymous, chatting, betrayal
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Post by amycando on Feb 24, 2007 9:42:00 GMT -6
internet, sexual, anonymous, chatting, betrayal
The internet is the perfect outlet for a poet
who no longer has any dreams of being published
to whom the idea of letting others alter their words until they are no longer even their words
for little or no profit
holds no appeal,
such self-betrayal is out of the question.
The internet,
we can write
and therefore share a message in words purely our own,
on any subject.
While chatting sexual might get you in too deep
waxing poetic about it
misleads no one.
Share your religion, your politics,
your philosophy
in a non threatening
way that asks no rebuttal
only offers an idea
well said.
fringe, swinging, faceless, waves, matter
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 25, 2007 3:28:11 GMT -6
fringe, swinging, faceless, waves, matter
waves crash against the shoreline,
faceless but with sincere intensity
fringe of foam rolls against the smallest grains of sand
frothing against the rocks,
sea hawkes hide in the swaying limbs of trees
hanging over rocky ledge
fish with blinded eyes, swimming amongst grey debris
of the oceanic tides
time has no meaning or matter here,
from rising sun too setting moon
it's all a question about the circle of life
~
once, upon, forever, fantasy, dreamer
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2007 14:47:00 GMT -6
once, upon, forever, fantasy, dreamer
Are you kidding me?
Do you seriously
expect me to believe
you will love me forever?
You are just a dreamer,
living in your fantasy world......
See, I know different...
Once upon a time
I was in love!
I was so in love
that nothing else
mattered in my life,
except my man.....
But time passes
and things change,
now I can hardly
remember his name,
or bring his face
to memory,
or hear his voice
inside my head...
No, I don't believe
in "forever" love,
it is just a temporary
state of mind...
A momentary satisfaction
of the pleasing kind...
Sam
language, romance, loving, gestures, torture
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Post by amycando on Feb 26, 2007 18:44:39 GMT -6
language, romance, loving, gestures, torture
Romance does not require words,
it can speak quite clearly without them
using the language of loving gestures,
then again,
there are times love fairly screams to be spoken
and to hold it back is pure torture.
sigh, lips, cackle, idle, sleep
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Post by amycando on Mar 2, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -6
sigh, lips, cackle, idle, sleep
If a given night before finds me without sleep
in often intervals
I might be given to sighs and yawns
with my motor on idle instead of zoom
and to let out a cackle here and there that wells up from the sleepy silly giggles
and there might just be no tellin'
what words might make haste across my lips
when my mind is busy wishing I was home in bed.
sea, doubt, space, spellbound, selfish
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 2, 2007 18:23:26 GMT -6
sea, doubt, space, spellbound, selfish
spellbound by the glory of time and space,
sea laps in gentle swirls below
selfish desire too delve under its surface
become enraptured with another world
doubt filtrates the mind,
places its subtle thoughts
fluttered away from surface of the waves
like feathers on a northern breeze
~
witch, spells, laughter, broom, cat
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Post by anirbas on Mar 2, 2007 22:36:40 GMT -6
witch, spells, laughter, broom, cat
a witch named well lives in the dell
amongst her other witch sisters,
nell, shell, belle and bill...
okay, bill is her brother, a warlock...
but, this one refuses to wear her honorary hat
choosing instead to let her cat wear it
and it causes much laughter this witch
prefers to walk where she goes
or hail a taxi-cab instead
of flying her broom,
like her siblings...
as she suffers
from
airsickness...
but, when she gets
her magic on and throws spells
the witch named well earns her title well...
and her siblings aren't laughing anymore...
as they tumble from the moon ridden and riddled
skies on brooms suddenly out of control...
from a wiggle of well's withy, witchy fingers
digging her earthbound toes into the loam...
and it is she that is laughing at them...
before turning them into doves
to flutter and flash white wings
to the the heavens instead
of landing with a witchy
crash and splat on the ground,
flattened as roadkill from thier
collective spellbound spills...
~*~
ggglgggl...look what you did to me
with your five words, Soul...
~*~
intricate*simple*plain*opulent*cup
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Post by anirbas on Mar 2, 2007 22:39:08 GMT -6
opulent? or opulant? hmmmmm....
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Post by amycando on Mar 3, 2007 15:21:50 GMT -6
intricate*simple*plain*opulent*cup
Let me state my desire
in simple terms
and make my feelings plain
If I had the chance
to love you
I would try to make our relationship
into an intricate and exciting journey
but not out into the world at large,
although I suppose we could do some of that to,
but I want to travel deeper and deeper
into you
and to fling wide the doors of my heart
and let you in
let you really know me
in all my glory
and all my shame
you see
I would want to risk it all
to really be known by you
and to make a safe place for you to share
who you are
a place where judgment
has been retired and replaced with acceptance.
I would want us to be two people
determined to know and love each other.
I cannot offer a cup of opulent treasures
if it is material things you value,
but if you value Love
I'll make you filthy rich.
breath, pucker, security, orchestrate, confuse
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 2:50:37 GMT -6
breath, pucker, security, orchestrate, confuse
a breath of cold wind,
loosens my happy security
I feel you there;
in it's long reaching fingers
working too confuse
crudely entwined between my thoughts
pucker of lips, pursing as though to kiss;
only death is your friend
a fine demonstration of the ability
too orchestrate a march -
of another innocents demise
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simple, treason, hurting, hunting, dimming |
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Post by Bronwyn on Mar 5, 2007 13:54:00 GMT -6
simple, treason, hurting, hunting, dimming
The moonlight is dimming
as the clouds swing through to spell
the earth with a moment of silence
a silence that feels like hell
the hurting was in the treason
of a man who decided to hunt
women down with his ax blade
in the middle of night, his fun
the hunting he did was simple,
he simply waited for the moon to hide
while seeking delicious comforts
in women's flesh and behind.
(ooo, that was an ugly poem, sorry guys)
~~~
Lord, noted, interpreted, person, ways
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Post by Sam on Mar 5, 2007 14:34:22 GMT -6
Lord, noted, interpreted, person, ways
My sweet Lord,
Your ways are noted
and interpreted
from person to person
until nothing but confusion
blossoms and blooms
too often sometimes
it seems,
as if they were a maze,
intended to drive us apart,
keeping us from finding
our way through the
tangled up haze.
Sam
encounter, journey, smile, trick, time
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