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Post by anirbas on Mar 11, 2012 22:28:17 GMT -6
Where are those dreams,
spun so long ago?
By laughing children,
in a sunshiny world?
Whose shared giggles,
bounced, like bubbles
across a summer greened lawn?
Where are those children,
for whom climbing a tree,
was a big enough quest?
That looked out for one another,
because that was always the best?
Where are those times, when for them-
Jack and Jill, slipped up and down,
an infamous emerald hill?
And of honor and romance,
they once read,
in glittering fairytales?
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Post by moseley on Apr 17, 2012 22:40:48 GMT -6
I am that elf in the tree
who played peek a boo
out of the corner of your eye
because I am at the edges
of periphery, were what is seen
cannot outdo the fringes
of your imagination
which you left in the backyard in the swing
you remember the one where if you just
if you just swung a little faster
your would circle that little A framed
world, and take a revolution that somehow
you knew no harm could come from....
but you never did, make that 360
did ya?
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Post by anirbas on Apr 26, 2012 23:14:58 GMT -6
I entreat thee, come play with me
haunt sunshine and shadows alike
as we romp o're hill and dale
remembering how it did feel
to be free, unfettered
by the boundaries
that came with growing
up instead of growing up,
let's grow down turn
frowns into smiles
groans into laughter
live in the moment
this moment
breathe the present
and nothing more
like we did when we
were boys and girls
instead of men and women
shackled by rules, regulations,
pretensions, ignorance
(others and our own)
come on, I'll go first
ollie-ollie-oxenfree!
tag! you're it and you can't catch me!
'cause you're only ninety-three!
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Post by heartfelt7 on May 7, 2012 10:28:57 GMT -6
You two could do a blog of your own. You are like Jack and Jill in this, and I was sad when it ended!! MORE?  ? |
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Post by anirbas on May 8, 2012 16:23:18 GMT -6
On behalf of us both, thank you, Heart!
Moseley and I originally hail
from an alternate universe
of poetry on Bnet.
Over there,
we were all used
to "working" off
each others
pieces...
We even had a term for this-bemusement...
We used to do entire threads on a theme, or concept,
that included anyone that felt inspired to throw
down an offering in the thread.
Aims, David, Glenn, John, Misharae, and I all met
and poemed there. Some of us still do.
MORE? Dunno...Only the Muses know...lol
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Post by anirbas on May 8, 2012 16:29:39 GMT -6
Also, we'd try to show up at the same time,
as many as could and that often inspired
all kinds of off the cuff poems
and hilarious silliness!
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Post by anirbas on Jun 9, 2012 20:04:27 GMT -6
~Nothing in Excess
The pediment above the entrance
to her lair, cryptically stated,
"Know thyself. Nothing in excess."
Nine days of the year the public
to her did draw near, beggars
and kings, alike. Can you believe it?
The history of the Ancient World
scripted by a woman trippin' on gas?
Many of them went insane
including the last one...
The truth is as buckshot
as the star shot dome
of the heavens; and
as elegant and simple-
"Know thyself. Nothing in Excess."
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