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Posted: 1/12/2008 12:12:00 AM | Shuttlecock
A hazy mesh
muffles the racquet as
battered birdies streak
across the trip wire
and the decoy cries
bruises aren't meant to
repel the world without,
they console the blood within. | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 1:35:03 AM | the nesting
(I'm allowed to get tuned and 4am ramble any saturday that there
isn't a pta meetin' or a church bazaar.. )
two eggs over easy at 6am
sausage or bacon?
she knows I love her
but, I made her cry
I didn't realize that I ruined her christmas present
one of those velvet things...I just grabbed a marker and started coloring
yanno?
I love coloring.
and I made her cry.
I didn't know.
I scraped it all off with a steak knife.
That somehow didn't improve the situation.
But, she knew I was trying.
...just figures I'm a mongoloid
she's both a woman and a child at the age of twelve.
mostly child.
I didn't color to make her cry. | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 1:50:33 AM | Awww Brawny....we all color outside the lines...that's creative and... human.
Funny, I was writing this as you posted that...
Limits
Promise not to promise
that you taste me velvet
until you take the blindfold off
because
you trigger things
that swell and
should be classified | |
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Posted: 1/14/2008 12:43:54 AM | Emoticon
Locked behind
deposed eyes
and caged mouth
the burqa I wear
filters the flashback of cruelty
the key swallowed long ago.
This grotto runs deep but
my tongue is clawing
it’s way to freedom
Wait for me. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2008 8:25:41 PM | The Contract
Yes. I said yes.
But everyone knew
it was a foregone conclusion
like humility before confession
and sweat before the verdict
Predestined
like us.
Irrevocable. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2008 9:15:40 PM | I just hate nights I have time to watch the news...as a Canadian, I always feel ashamed and end up with more questions than answers. I know we usually deploy as peacekeepers after the fact but somehow, that doesn't absolve us...
Foreign Affairs?
How many killing fields
will we tend before
we’re held accountable
for the feast
In how many tongues
will we speak
before humanity
deafens
How many news flashes
need to flicker before
we admit culpability
How many times
will I finger the mirror
and pretend
I don’t read brail | |
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Posted: 1/16/2008 10:35:51 PM | Token
I hand picked it for you.
This pomegranate
An abstraction of
cloistered ruby suns
Hard red on the lips
full of promises
an offering
love | |
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Posted: 1/17/2008 2:24:29 AM | M'dear, that is some fine fine poetry you been makin' here, know that?
♥ | |
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Posted: 1/17/2008 7:47:30 AM | Thank you Wooby. That means a lot coming from you.  | |
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Posted: 1/18/2008 7:54:54 PM | Claustrophobia
Take me with you
when you drift
past ordinary
Write for me
and all the wrongs
of me fade
in a verse, a
line, a word
placed just so
the canto
shimmies
the birdcage
grows wings | |
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Posted: 1/18/2008 9:33:57 PM | Cancerophobia
To fear the reaper in his haunt
Death nor Life
within he wants
Only pain
end of time
too early
sips his bloody wine!
Nothing here to make him wait!
Life is merely
of his Fate
Within a life
a dream
a family
so to fall
within
his
destiny!
Cries
heard
long
hard
fall
infinite
hurt
is
all! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2008 10:06:14 PM | | Jules…death affects us all. I feel your losses and I wish nothing but peace for you. Hugs and kisses. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2008 1:00:43 AM | The High Point
The earth was flat.
I tried not to love you
I failed.
The earth is round.
Cedars willow
Everest.
How did you know
I would climb you
When did you know
I would change
nothing. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2008 7:20:45 AM | Ahhh Sophia...the urge to paint and swirl is with me once more...
I hear the whisper of your voice,
mocking me in a haze of blue..
the scent of gardenias wafts in through,
my open window, in this place I call home...
A soft purple candle glows....
reminding me of who I am, was, can be..
a caress of scent from the sea breeze,
reminds me of your touch...
Lost in the silver hardness of who I am
I gaze through the window, missing you.
Songs swell and grow, weaving their words,
mocking me...I can still feel your arms.. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2008 6:34:52 PM | | Nice to see you back Lacrymosa. Thanks for the swirling poem! | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 8:21:24 PM | Postcard Happy
We laughed. God how we laughed
Snorting, bellies distended
flashlight howling under wraps, trying
not to wake the dead, shushing
like two kids at camp after
lights out and the final
warning bell
Do I miss you
between conjugals?
Hopelessly, inconsolably
Yes | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 8:28:57 PM | | ^^ fukking fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 9:11:44 PM | ^^^^Thanks J!!!!!! Fucking nice of you to say so...LMAO
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Posted: 1/21/2008 5:37:25 PM |
fukking fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...and vice-versa... | |
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Posted: 1/21/2008 5:41:45 PM | oh, rub it in, why doncha?  Some of us are deprived, or depraved...something like that...beautiful stuff in here, L...I didn't think it possible that you could get any better, but impossibly, you have! | |
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Posted: 1/21/2008 7:04:56 PM | Pengy Bebe....you are such a sweet talker. It's no wonder I love you so! But did you like the poem? ROFFL
Brizo...thanks for your kind kind compliment! But..... OH NO.... a woman as beautiful of face, body and soul as you are, deprived? Well that's just a huge crime! We gotta get u some LOL! | |
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Posted: 1/21/2008 7:15:13 PM |  sistah L. Fukkkkkkkkkkking , FREAKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN,
Gobbbbbbbbbblylishious..........that be your poetry! as of lately!!!!!!!!!!!
heheheheeeeee just to add a funny, for the lovely lady that writes poetry...........so very wonderfully!!!!!!!!!! hugs | |
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Posted: 1/23/2008 11:45:39 PM | | Jules...I love funny! Thank you! | |
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Posted: 1/23/2008 11:46:52 PM | Of One Mind(s)
I want to paint till
the abused brushes strike out
and my hands rebel,
Read till my spectacles telescope,
Love like a dervish in a tornado
Honeymoon in the Bermuda Triangle
of an all-inclusive life but
*“You can’t always get what you want”
Pulling left, tacking right
the mast split down the middle
I’m submerged
in the straight and narrows
of the daily grind
I should have read the fine print
More than one psyche
constitutes a tenement,
floating junk
all warranties null and void
*“But if you try sometimes,
you might find, you get what you need”
I need you.
*Rolling Stones* | |
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Posted: 1/24/2008 7:11:37 AM | Love you ev'ry day girl,
Always on my mind.
One thing I can say girl,
Love you all the time.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
I ain't got nothin' but love girl,
Eight days a week,
Eight days a week,
Eight days a week.
Lennon & McCartney | |
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