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| | Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)Page 3 of 31 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31) | until we recharge our own memory
we aimlessly walk with neither hindsight nor regret
shamelessly engaging in done before deeds
we hack our way through this pea soup fog with a machete we had lost so long ago | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 52 | |
| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/28/2012 7:53:18 PM | we hack our way through this pea soup:
Fog, with a machete, we had lost so long ago.
The sky and earth's horizon as clear as water
Crystal clear understanding, now swallowed
In the unknowing vapor of our past, gulping
Our future in huge mouthfuls hoping to satiate
The fear felt such as a prey of a Tiger, who bites
enormous bloody chunks of torn flesh, an animal
moments earlier flying on pure adrenalin now Dead,
And the stealthy beast rests Distended and swollen
in contentment that tomorrow brings another day
to hunt
and prey again...
and sprawls out with its tender underbelly,
The reeds separated by the swinging curved blade
Of the hunter, searching for a trophy of striped fur
To hang on the wall in testament to skill and prowess... | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/28/2012 8:53:44 PM | Well there ya have it:
Ten foot tall, 'bullet proof'
Hidden only half in truth
Wonderous, simple caught I
Cast back with in, silent cry
Ten foot tall with bullet prove
Target aimed slain never move
Beast. Haunting rid night mares
That bid, grave shallow cares...
Small matters, simple thought
Gardens free hope with bought
Didn't matter, never does
Naked garden, without clothes | |
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Posted: 5/28/2012 10:49:58 PM | When I found my voice
surprised strength choice
thunderous strong now weak
gathered unto little sheep
Never matter brought money
no tool ever ripen crops sunny
moisture desire grow plant leaves
harvest sweet golden sheaves
(and no, It's not about religious bullshit) | |
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Posted: 5/29/2012 1:51:10 AM | "Voice" heard not a word
Speak quickly and slur speech
Drunken stupor found life, reach
Bonfires burn summer's beach
Moonlight sparkle ocean surface glass
Reflect speak easy no bother
No worries- find religious BS
or don't, letters read perception
Fed, power lies of eyes seeing...
Free hands typing tempos | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/29/2012 4:06:22 AM | ^ welcome. here we're taking any line from the poem before to start ours.
so patching from last two....
harvest sweet golden sheaves
bonfires burn summer's beach
honoring the ocean tide
children laughing, dogs by side
as the moon begins to rise
bonfire flames reach so high
now sparks are climbing to the sky
brightly lit in the darkness
this is my paradise
shared with all who come
who walk the shores and woods and sand
to me this is the promised land | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 60 | |
| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/29/2012 11:55:37 AM | but temptation shall misguide you
As it always does hiding behind
Two faces, to catch a lover blind
My dual nature forever in lieu
Always searching out the evidence
No want to even the score, only absence... | |
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Posted: 5/29/2012 12:07:39 PM | my dual nature forever in lieu
a gate slinger of binary measures
the unchosen. unwoven. unspoken
gather fields the masses of farmers
brothel mothers, fathers, teachers
preachers and snake charmers
young and old, far and wide
aduel nature to round about
the choices of the chosen side | |
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Posted: 5/30/2012 4:29:56 AM | preachers and snake charmers
all found in human nature
for how could we play any part
if we could not disguise our heart
then sometimes we get off course
lost within the disguise
forgetting who we really are
illusion of truth in the lies
forgetting to wait for the whites of the eyes
before we start to attack
forgetting when we want to fight
comes from our own sense of lack
forgetting the gifts of all we are
and all we share with each other
forgetting the slow one in front of you
could actually be your mother
or really yourself in years to come
forgetting we're not different from anyone
that unity is not just a wishful cliche'
but an absolute truth they say | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 63 | |
| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/30/2012 5:07:07 AM | forgetting the slow one in front of you
Tourettes while driving takes over
Impatiently, cursing and gesturing
Share with passenger, or via mobile phone
Your irritation, thinking the one in
Front will never know or see or understand
but unity is not a wishful cliche"
No perception can be hid behind sunglasses
Every thought is energy touching all, together | |
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Posted: 5/31/2012 4:12:29 PM | Impatiently, cursing, gesturing
come now what really is the point?
Do you really suppose the stranger next to you
will happily comply and give you what
you expect you are entitled to?
Such rantings are the sign of the fool | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 6/1/2012 2:59:55 AM | NM! :-)
come now what really is the point?
must there be one?
meaning? destination?
each day opens
chock full of this stuff
of living
each move an effort
at the best possible
right now
doomed to vast failure
each moment a small success | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 6/1/2012 3:29:57 AM | each moment a small success
like the natural flow of the breath
watching a rise in the chest
as she lay there close to death
a skeleton still breathing
her eyes were so sunken
her cheek bones quite clear
we all knew her passing was near
yet i held back for a bit
before we had to leave
watching her skeletal body
watching it still able to breath
watching for her heartbeat
knowing she was almost there
praying for her soul to pass
thankful she was such a dear
loved by all who knew her
loved unconditionally
though not my blood mother
she was a mom to me
so when it was time for her to go
i knew she needed to be free
to continue to shine for all time
so loved by her whole family
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Posted: 6/1/2012 10:31:31 AM | i am the ruler
lines drawn in black
at exact intervals
tool for the craftsman
to assure a perfect fit
I can be stiff as a board
or curled tight ready to spring
make sure to use me twice
you've just one chance to cut
some say I am the walrus
but no, I am the ruler
:) | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 6/1/2012 4:39:04 PM | make sure to use me twice...
what a line to try and define
if i were talking 'bout me...
perhaps just use it to make a rhyme
so it's not taken personally....
either way if i were a teabag
i'd make very weak tea
and i could grow more humility
if i dared to count to three | |
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Posted: 6/3/2012 6:36:47 AM | alive herald dancing feet
happily skipping down the street
leaping and twirling out of bounds
listening to the twilight sounds
birdsong chorus clear display
honoring the end of day
as sun sets on the horizon
moonlight rises over the ocean | |
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Posted: 6/4/2012 12:43:59 AM | as sun sets on the horizon
seems to sink in the Oceon
not unlike something I saw
wonderous sight left me in aw
Graphite and diamonds burning
In liquid Oxygen were churning
Bubbling lights emitted dry ices
Floating sublimely before my eyes | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 73 | |
| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 6/4/2012 11:49:45 PM | not unlike something I saw=
You exposed to your core and raw
This man of flesh, sinew and bone
Represents all that I love, do loan
Me those rich warm lips to kiss
For then the snake ceases to hiss
Its lonely stubborn song
Of ugliness cursed upon
her heal, enmity for so long
Birth pains a thoughtful con
As you strive to prove who you are
You fail to understand I love you
Regardless of your angry scar
Deep and impenetrable seeing true
words supported by action you fail
to accept the welcoming tail
By withholding your passion
you risk internal combustion | |
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Posted: 6/5/2012 4:51:52 AM | Regardless of your angry scar
formed so young, alive and malignant
despite endless attempts at anesthesia
and the long slow ride to clarity
that brings only pain and confusion
regardless of your glaring deformity
you are the most joyful soul I've met
your laughter at the glowing moon
sweet steel music in the dark of night
your inhale/exhale of the spirit-filled air
last week, across the miles, you said
"A young man's dream
has become an old man's nightmare"
finally built and dug into your coulee
loneliness strikes, unexpected | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 6/5/2012 7:47:54 AM | the long slow ride to clarity
from hostility to charity
born under war's star
mirical he got this far
ancestors from deep South
fodder in the cannon's mouth
charged against Grant's tomb
kicked his mama in the womb
All the answers were given
before he knew the question
with more brawn than brain
Horses he could not constrain
Till late one day he finally understood
The strength to love your enemy is good
Best way to protect innocents from harm
Lay down the sword; lest he breaks your arm
As you can see; he still has a ways to go
So sing to him the Song of Songs slow
He's not the sharpest pencil in the box
Still can't spell and has holes in his sox | |
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