| om's palms
Posted: 6/13/2007 12:45:20 PM | A poised
Intension
Marvellous, even though I thought you meant “intention” and was surprised to learn that there really is a word “intension,” but I still wonder if it’s the former that you meant.
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/13/2007 1:48:01 PM | Beautiful poem, jules! Truly.
I guess those twins have a way of splitting the scene...
Edit, geez Jer, you're right, I did mean intention, but, I suppose intension ( an act of straining or intensifying) might work , too. Can't trust spellcheck even, eh..:/
My previous poem ended with, poised in tension, but then I thought, well, hell, I don't know what he's feeling, only what I was ... | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:20:07 PM | Dark Blue
Stone cold stone these days
You see
Out of the blue
Blue blew blue
Right off the surface
Yeap
Cold stone cold these days
Like a black hole
Only blue
Dark blue
Stone cold dark blue | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:21:31 PM | Ceaton Hall
Slow white days
In Ceaton Hall
Rightious eyes lurking
Rock hunters
Spoon benders
Banging bones on the third floor
Buddy had his arm ripped off
Hanging from the car door
I believed Hendrix eyes
Splattered to the walls
She said he floated on up
Past her window
Candy coated love
And a church
On the otherside | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:35:30 PM | Here
Right here
Coming
To theatres near you
Heart wrenching
Tear jerking
Butt generated
Silent
Ambiance
Of the Knowing
I matter
Kind
Pleads
Please
Palm my mirror
Look
I know you
don't I
Dare you | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:37:33 PM | Army greatcoats
ban the bomb logo on the back
Vespa Scooters
short hair, Suede coat
MOD
Stax and Tamla
double vent suits
Carnaby
Hendrix
life was sweet
ringy dingy | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:39:08 PM | cabinetmakers love poem.... a hallmark edition
Smooth my surface
Patiently
Stain me color
Yours
Coat my surface
Caringly
For final touch
Adores | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:44:55 PM | Manhattan Dream.....an on the border hallmark edition
If I were six foot one
I would build a dream sky
As big as Manhattan
And walk through clouds
On the soles of my feet
But I am not
So I cut a dream
As large as my hands
And true as my heart
Can beat
(note to self, work on this one. needs more hallmark) | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:48:21 PM | | I dunno, I think it's lovely. | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:00:50 PM | We All Waited
I waited
You waited
Many waited
On hushed cries
Waiting for a voice
To say
I love you
son!
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thanks rc
nice one pickles! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:01:10 PM | All I ask
So simple
And with good intention
When my birthday creeps
Up over the horizon
Is the chance to dress like a princess
And ride in horse and buggy to
So see the play “Dirty Dancing”
When it begins in the city
High up at the top of the world
In a box with deep blue velvet curtains
Far away from the restless crowds
And as the lights grow dim
Faintly causing a stir
The bell signals curtain call
I sit in anticipation for the atmosphere
To carry me away
Feeling my leg rub up against your thigh
Gently teasing the night to enhance its charm
I sit transfixed upon the stage
Where my thoughts dance
In tune with you. | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:07:29 PM | You Matter
I wish I could rip out your shadow
that feeds on those long short days
Be strong my brother
And sit as long as you need
But please
Breath in the universe
Until you hear the words
You matter
Then
It's only right
You take back
What's yours
In
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Lovely poem, AF! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:15:14 PM | Seperated......Palidrome
Separated-
detatched together,
lives spread apart, evenly.
Focus on memories flowing randomly;
uneasy with ease, tried
pain sets-in-,
Facing world alone in confusions;
duality between
yearns content
*sigh*
content yearns
between duality,
Confusions in alone world facing;
in-sets pain,
tried, ease with uneasy
Random flowing memories on focus;
evenly, apart spread lives
together detatched
Separated | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:17:18 PM | Monica
I'll never forget
That summer minute!
I still pass by the schoolyard
Streets
Looking
Dreaming
Your long
Black silk waves
On such light
Speaking pure
As if
You an angel
And I
Charmed by your calm
Powder red
And your young daughter
The toothless tiger
Growling innocence
At me
As if she said
I trust you.!
If only
Brave had spoke
And not the cool
Pied-Piper
Stumbling
On the moment
Blind to
The morrow
And now
And now
If only
If only you could know
That I too
Don't like crowds
Either | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:20:37 PM | Shall I compare thee to a flaming gay?
Thou art more flamboyant and more tempting:
High heals do shake the darling boobs of pay,
And Summers leash hath to all short a fate:
Sometimes too hot the cry of Summers shine,
And often her gold completion dimm'd;
And every fairy from fairy sometime declines,
By choice, or or natures changing course timmid:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fairy thou tamest,
Nor shall Beths drag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in Summer lines to time thou gamest,
So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and gives life to thee.
oh I had fun with this one! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:26:53 PM | Them
As far as the community was concerned
It was them
They that
Don't know
The freaks of nature
Cursed
Blessed
Night and day
Quell in calm
Duality
If for only, a small grant
Could you swim
In
An unthought
Moment
Like that moment
In their painted sky
Around and around
They went
On those
Plastic
Clouds
Now that would be something! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:32:35 PM | Touch Down
Two, then three
Unignored
Parallels In air
A kind of kind
A knowing kind
Now four misfits in care
Word-love the game
Sought in time
Shares through-out the house
Distance being
Dividing crimes
East west north and south
Is this the space
Where souls must sit
Continuing unfound
Thier touch of care
That's in the air
Trying to touch down | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:47:58 PM | this was fun, too! There's sometning about story rhyme that's entertaining for me.
must be the kid in me..:/
Bird poem.
After the rain storm
Sky's clearing
Oriund sunset
Tree branches fallen
And ground was all wet
I was in the yard cleaning
And playing about
When ever so faint
I heard sounds
Chirping out
Cheep-cheep
Cheep-cheep
I listened with care
Cheep-cheep
Cheep-cheep
There's a bird under there!
I lifted a branch
And there
On the green
A little wet bird
Struggling
Cheep-cheep
Cheep-cheep
Looking so small
Cheep-Cheep
Cheep-Cheep
No feathers at all
So I picked him up gentle
Took him inside
And rolled up a sock
To nessel him dry
Cheep-Cheep
Cheep-Cheep
He cried for some food
Cheep-Cheep
Cheep-Cheep
What shall I do
On the end of a tooth pick
Wet bread and worms
He seemed to like that
But I had some concerns
Especially one day
He swallowed the pick
Snatched from my fingers
And pretty darn quick
He seemed to survive
One week, Then three
But I worried alot
Him swallowing that tree
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Well,Now he had feathers
And four weeks had past
I figured first flight
Was due him at last
I took him out side
Back to the shed
And placed him on top
Walked away, then said
"Come-on, You can do it"
I know you can"
And snaped my fingers
as I lifted my hand
Snap-Snap
Snap-Snap
"Come-on little guy"
Snap-Snap
Snap-Snap
"I know you can fly"!
He twitched for a second
I felt we both knew
This first flight's important
And birds know this too
Snap-Snap
Snap-Snap
I could see him get ready
Snap-Snap
Snap-Snap
I could feel it
Just maybe,
And in a split second
He was off on his flight
Heading straight for me
With all of his might
I got a bit scared
And I guess he did too
Us both being young
And this being new
He swerved and he landed
Just by my feet
Skid on the grass
Clumsy but sweet
"You did it, You did it!"
I said little one
Him flapping and chirpping
Enjoying his fun
Both of us happy
And feeling our pride
I placed him on top
of the bird bath outside
I went in the house
For only a minute
But came out to find
He was no longer in it
I searched and I searched
An hour went by
Got pretty upset
n' missed the little guy
Well,
Feeling unhappy
And tears welling up
And thinking it's over
Our little friendship
So I wandered inside
And there,
I would find
Under the table
That Bird friend
Of mine.
In the jaws of our cat
Dead
Out of Time
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ok, my son said I should get rid of the cheep cheep...:/ | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:52:59 PM | I was a small boy in a factory of men
Eating from my Buddha Christ lunch pale
Awe-struck by White and brown Oaks
Tall and confident like West Coast Red Cedars
I was a seedling | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 10:57:26 PM | With keys at our finger tips
sitting at our chairs
under a roof
we reach out
check in
look around
sift down
to see whats up
and think over
ponder
what to put through
our finger tips | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 10:57:56 PM | | Wow Om don't know what to say ?amazing writes! I will regroup and come back.Amazing stuff really . | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 11:10:53 PM | Hallmark for life
Years ago
I took the five half credits
I'd received from "high" school
(they only handed out halves at a time, back then)
Stuffed them in an envelope
And threw them into my dads old army trunk
I thought it would be better
To let the five of them
Mature for a while
After all, they weren’t quite whole yet
Three were quite keen halves though
Two were Art understudies
And one a Draft major
But the other two
They just liked to hang out in the shop
And build things
The ‘good for nothings’ they called them
They might be dead by now
I haven’t paid any attention to them in years
But maybe between the five of them
They came up with a way to exist
And mature
Maybe they even escaped that old army trunk
I’ll have to check
They were buried under all those Hallmark cards
For years
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ok, not that good, but it was fun.
this one I dedicate to salty
who so ungraciously, slipped in the back door
and blasted me for having feelings of being undereducated.
I think an apology might be in order one day? | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 11:13:39 PM | | Thank you kindly, Juggernaut | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 11:19:51 PM | A Matter of State
And so these blue eyes witness
The real important stuff
The accidents
The intentions
The raw liquid beauty of it all
It’s a never ending acid trip
The faces in trees, leaves
Laughing amongst themselves
Clearly whispering something
I’m supposed to know
I’m a self assessed schizophrenic really
Listening to the chatter in the mist
My eyes sifting sound
Trying to find that one stone
To stand on | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/18/2007 11:23:43 PM | Boys in the City of Joy
Do you know the boys
that work the night joy?
they dance till dawn
safe in the city heat
with other dancers
they know the pleasure of a good release
the value of more
and the fathers that say, how much
to be a good son
they live with fat kings
clean dinner table
and listen to him play
piano
the cats sleep
their day’s
survived | |
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