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Posted: 5/2/2008 11:07:55 PM | through the lines we did oooze
I could smell the primordial blues
an empty beer can
with a cigarette butt
Just waiting for the inebriated
to suck it down
like a real life****oach
who lives in the ground | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 11:01:35 AM | of one who cannot be whole
a fractured, partial soul
in limbo, without goal
and living on the dole
stand up on your two feet
turn towards the sun's golden heat
refuse inside to be beat
you know living can be sweet | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 12:51:27 PM | you know living can be sweet
especially when you are living on privileged street
Where there is always food
there is always shelter
You're not hiding from war's helter skelter
You're not running from rape and torture
You've got shoes and,
You've got a future. | |
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| LAST BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 2:29:10 PM | You've got a future
in this here plaza
sorting the lines for us
we need someone smarter than a spaz
a report will unravel the fuss
you know how to count and so do we
so let's just keep them line flowing
its all up hill and with lots to see unless the west wind is blowing | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 4:52:48 PM | it's coming to a close, forever shadowed in shame
the path you have chosen is not a game
dying is not optional, be not with remorse
you haven't finished the course
the path way is clear
and nothing is by chance dear
forever is there for the taking
just move forward with all senses in the making | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 5:20:11 PM | just move forward with all senses in the making
wait for the feast before active partaking
sidle on up to your own human rights
light first the candles and turn out the lights
set at the table and gratitude speak
invite the neighbors and all friends who seek
a place of welcome, a place to belong
rise up your voices and sing all this song | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 5:30:17 PM | rise up your voices and sing all this song
gavity of the days forget where i belong?
Is everything turned to gray?
to much to listen to what they say?
these questions are rhetorical
I want to go to the pool with a snorkle? 
horrible peotry is what i create?
Through the wings of time we meet with fate | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/3/2008 10:08:36 PM | Through the wings of time we meet with fate
As the crow flys and the nick of hare mate
Giggles and barn flys drinkin it up in the manor (sp ch?)
Lazy daisies growing beside the tool shed
Wood pile fallen down with weeds partyin' on the bark side
Leavin gypsy nuzzle her horsey nose against my shoulder
Watching busy beavers swim through the channel
Otter take a sign and nail it to the roost... "Time Changes Unnecessarily" | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/4/2008 6:36:17 AM | (It seems someone was passed up way back there, pull'n them together here!!)
"Time Changes Unnescessarily"
its all up hill and with lots to see
unless the west wind is blowing!
Move'n forward rise'n up with wings
Closing of doors
Seeing others opening
Walk'n through, on to, unknown destiny
Without a shadow of doubt, I see the light... | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 8:50:07 AM | Without a shadow of doubt, I see the light...
I head to it with a full sense of hope
I feel its warmth and rejoice in its hue
like all the other bugs here do
Without a shadow of doubt, I speed to the light
amazed by its brilliant flashes
I fly through the grid reaching the source
only to fall to my death into a pile of insect carnage | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/4/2008 8:59:26 AM | only to fall to my death in a pile of insect carnage
only to spoil with the sugar and vinegar mix
frothing into yeast and rising into flaccid micromania
only to become part of the ever devoured hour
that consumes my energetic laison
communicating in wordless worlds
far removed from visible slow shutter speeds
leaving my frantics of feasability fly within the newly bred unequivical tropical breeze | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/4/2008 2:06:37 PM | leaving my frantics of feasability fly
within the newly bred unequivical tropical breeze
thinking, i close my eyes
and see everything there is to see
listening to the warmth of the waves
rolling into the shore
all these memories i will save
needing nothing more | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 7:00:47 PM | I have no idea where dan twice got those lines from
but it seems everyone just follows along
no point even caring about the continuity
its like a totally discordant song
la de dee de da we go
reading only the one line
off to another stage of blah
who cares if it out of time. | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 7:47:35 PM | (If the POF Gods are listening, I HATE HATE HATE dupping posts) GRR.
just move forward with all senses in the making
creating happiness, love, trust for the taking
relationships are built on these
looking inward to our hearts, we appease
our darkest hours often bring
demons, dragons, sordid things
finding them preying on our darkest fears
the dawning of the sun will dry our tears | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 8:32:53 PM | The dawning of the sun will dry our tears
Rather pick up a towel or wipe myself dry on your spheres
To dance and skip down a bush beaten path
I delight in seeing your silhouette amongst the wrath
Hold up, hold on, let it go and giggle
Slide right in and know I luxuriate in a wiggle
Let your moistness drip down onto my lips
Then you'll know my heart and feel me in your grips | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 9:38:15 PM | Let your moistness drip down onto my lips
Then you'll know my heart and feel me in your grips
Outside under the forbidden moon
Take me in your arms and kiss me till I swoon
Romance in all its finery not conceived in a book
Hurried disrobing with an eye out for the look
Of passersby on their way to the beach and their own lover’s spot
Excitement never waits for the moment to be caught. | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/4/2008 9:56:00 PM |  Excitement never waits for the moment to be caught
While all wait in the shadows to seek of who is not!
Discrimating hearts leave many of loves shadows
Left in the darkness while writing solemn lonely poems!
Once in a presumptious situation...lady opens eyes...she reads!
Candy falls from the skies...she is sweetly...
Relieved....
Then comes the Rain...on her bright parade..she can only...[sigh]....
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