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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:01:03 AM | Shivers
Severed time
Six hours as the crow flies
Two weeks as the mind flies
Only radar to connect the dots
Spider lurking
Borderline fear in the dark
Caught
Like the blind
In a seeing world | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:01:36 AM | Star Spangled Maple Leaf Dreams
The stones say
We should wait
Until the stars align
Like a celestial runway
Lighting the path
To a perfect landing
Someday
Each distant star a
Middle-class marker
Follow the rules
Stay the course
Nose to the grindstone
Work now, play later
Career in tact
Money in the bank
Insured blue-chip testaments
Secured by bond(age)
Tomorrow is another day
These things take time | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:02:13 AM | Weeping
The age of innocence? Birth through five. Not long enough really.
I do have a few happy memories after five though.
The rag-tag collection of pets living in my room behind the kitchen,
a plastic tea party set covered with tiny pink flowers,
a puppet theatre my grandmother made out of a large cardboard box and,
the secret garden.
Not a real secret garden in the traditional sense.
Just one giant weeping willow with
sweeping branches that reached on the ground.
If the snapping turtle, three white mice,
a kitten, the stuffed dog and me
were very quiet,
no one ever thought to look for us under there.
Shhh.
Stop giggling.
They’ll hear you.
More tea?
I remember the day they cut it down.
Last night I dreamt it wept for me. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:02:48 AM | Smoke curls groping
Troubled eyes
Harpy waits cloaked
With magnetic tongue
Swallows you whole
knowing she is
the one love
you cannot
forsake | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:04:38 AM | When your day is done
I’ll draw you a bath
Gently coloured
With vanilla candle light
Rare saffron crystal explosions
Slip in
Aromatic purple haze lavender
Breathe
Silky jasmine oil
Lay back
Honeysuckle dew drops
Trickling across your shoulders
Essence of pure love
I’ll wash the day away
A warm robe
A tender bed
Your head on the pillow
My heart next to yours
Sleep my love | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:05:20 AM | Colouring Book
In you I taste
The stark color of
Truth delivered by
Divine strokes of
Creativity
Hope
Understanding
Tolerance
Acceptance
Sentience
Love | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:06:00 AM | Just For Today
Eyes open
Monolithic green
The colour fawn
Rabbits scurrying
Goodwill Mac hunting
Eyes closed
Window of sound
A chair moans
Sheets crackle
Tympan | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:06:31 AM | Black and White
Skull and crossbones flutter
Telltale stories of
Pirates with black patches
Ship born rampant
Sails billowed
Restless and free
Danger the current
Adventure the bounty
Women sigh in the harbour
Take me with you
Take me | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:06:57 AM | When the dead play poker
With the living and
Heaven is the ante
Wasted eyes
Discard the light and
Raise a broken hallelujah
But the itching dealer
Fixes the game
Pushing from the bottom
Draws last breath
And takes it all
Hellhouse rules | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:07:37 AM | Whirling
Your hand touches the small of my back
deliberately channeling
a slow sorcerous vibrato,
rhythmic seduction
you draw me in
Hypnotic incense
In the crush of your arms
Music penetrating
From somewhere
You whisper
Dance with me | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:08:10 AM | Outsiders
To the outside world
Paradise engulfs me
But I’m really just
drowning in delusion
And I‘ve all but
given up fighting
The current
That pulls me in
Some days I would trade
All this for oblivion
Concealed from the watchers
Naked in my truth
That I would give it all away
For the chance
To live in
Paradise lost | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:09:13 AM | Nature’s Tempest
Dark clouds cannot
Conceal the sky
That blues
In the name
Of joy
Torrent cannot
Wet as the river
That flows
In the name
Of grace
Thunder cannot
Deafen the echo
That rolls
In the name
Of truth
Lightning cannot
Raze the city
That quickens
In the name
Of destiny
Nature’s tempest
Unworthy bluster
Enviously deflects
Phoenix risen | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:10:56 AM | The Opening
There is a portal
Midway
Where love loves and
Lovers
Abandon reason
Plummeting
Heart first into
An odyssey of faith
Leaving
Only shadow’s echo
In that once hollow
Space | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:19:43 AM | Asylum
Come in they said
There’s room for
Your delusion
Spin your webs then
Sleep, of course
It’s just in your head
The others
Know
They don’t look away
You are beautiful | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 7:15:08 AM | 
Reading these again in one place was amazing.
You paint words as intense as canvas yoko..
beautiful, even tho I had read them before
they seemed more vivid in their own space | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 8:15:14 AM | waydago yoko!! Nice to see your Wonderful finger-paintings in one room!
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Posted: 7/11/2007 1:20:21 PM |  lovely poems.......L. , nice to see all here....to enjoy at one time!
Messages sent from afar.....make me think
Would you and I really ever meet?
Men of such wonder.....really peak my attention
wanting to know more of every intention
Fantasies....carry on through the day........
curiosity peaks....while their words here do say
things so kind......hearts of love ......speak just words?
wonder if the soul speaks just what the mind says?
Everybodies looking for a home
just one..........
one for their heart.......
one for the soul.................
I often imagine.....how sweet it could be.........
to be carried away...........
by my hearts savior here!
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Posted: 7/11/2007 1:41:01 PM | A heart so drifts upon
a billowy white cloud
roaming through blue skies
searching restlessly
emitting deep sighs
travelling slowly
it's hope to find it's way
yet enjoying this arid flow
on a sunshine filled day. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 3:34:20 PM | Nice Yoko, Good to see........
Voice.
I craved that moment
when the canvass would whisper it's name
taking me to where
it needed to be
a fluid movement
between our spiritual reflections
deep set
vivid within a dream-scape
where inspiration kneels
drawing the colors
placing them upon my eyes
that it may teach me
the sound.
..T.. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 4:07:18 PM |
welcome and thanks for posting such uplifting poems!
Mine will be more like a $50 silk bustier made out of partial words.
I'm a stranger in this town
thank you for the support
it's just amazing where you can find a concierge
I was just minding my own business
scratching off a lottery ticket
pondering the ramifications of the third acorn falling from the money tree
scratching ever so slowly
I couldn't even look
and then I ran into you
do you always know how to tell a person where to go?
or is it just because the circus is in town? | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 5:47:55 PM | Truth....really liked that one. Thank you for posting it here. I'm a sucker for Painter poems
BD...It's always a treat running into you. LOL (by the way...did you win?) | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 7:15:45 PM | Dimly Lit Corners
I’ve been known to paint
Visions of future
Disasters mostly
Natural
Yet tonight
My mutant hand
Brushed me
Into a corner entombed
As a Black Widow
Veiled in confusion
Caught in the crosshairs
Of pledge and despair | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 8:32:19 PM | I love your title Yoko
Roll out the paper and squeeze the tubes
Of primary colours like toothpaste
On little fingers and watch them
Delve deeper and deeper
Mouth held tightly in concentration
As swirls and blotches of emotions
Flow out
It happens so quickly
Creativity not pausing to reflect
It dances
Then watch the kitten pounce
First red paw prints then blue
Across the page flowing from room to room
Squeals and the chase begins
Pandemonium
And colours flying every where. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 8:46:55 PM | Hi Yoko:
You're a wonderful poet. So many great ones here to appreciate. I just want to let you know
that of all the really terrific poems I've read today from some of my favorites here,
Msg 35: "Whirling" is my poem for the day. | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 9:33:57 PM | Thanks for the poem AF...I used to have a fridge door full of masterpieces.
Bicpen...you are very kind. #35 was written for someone I love to dance with. | |
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