| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 8:47:37 AM | The mysterious Morrow only appeared late night
with cape and cane clacking across cobble stone
the nervous few who caught a glimpse in back light
eased away silently with chills to the bone
Whispers within anonymous market deals
told us of a time between midnight and nine
after the knife cut before those cursed appeals
borrowed breath from a patient hangman's design
Then only too soon with a gasp and a sigh
lost in that salvage you wanted to ride high
like shadows at night he silently passed bye
with no more to deduced and a burning why | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 9:12:11 AM | with no more deduced and a burning why
the philosopher collapses with a sigh
pages upon pages he's written tonight
hoping one thread might turn out right
but everything's off just by a fraction
and every thought is no more than distraction
truth is just out of reach, fluttering by
brilliance of insight, the elusive butterfly
escaping the grasp of his net of words
if he only had wings to fly like the birds
he sighs and he lies back into his bed
a million thoughts whirling around in his head
now sleep comes to claim him, bringing wild dreams
and when he wakes he'll wonder at how simple it seems | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 10:23:51 AM | and when he wakes he'll wonder at how simple it seems
with the dew still lingering that cleanses all things
and the strong morning sunlight revealing his world
as potential,
as gift,
as alpha,
exponential | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 2:23:21 PM | exponential
his potential
highly influential
consequential
almost presidential
reverential
quintessential
yet to be prudential
logical, sequential
examining credential
concrete, experiential
not getting tangential
examine differential
find inconsequential | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 3:02:32 PM | find inconsequential
is not following logically as a consequence
I’ve been accused of that before
But when your feet hurt, you got to let it out.
To make the pain go away
Here is what I have to say
Cruel Shoes
They pinch my feet like no other
May just chuck em in the dumpster
Hurt so bad they make me stutter
Need to soak my feet in melted butter
I got the cruel shoes blues
My favorite is to wear my birks with sox
You don’t like my style right out of the box
Persnickety women want to give me the boot
I want to be comfortable I don’t give a hoot
Cause I got the cruel shoes blues
Blisters on the heels are a thing of the past
Corn plasters and bandages that wouldn’t last
I going to go barefoot and that’s good news
I’ve finally got over the cruel shoes blues | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 3:05:39 PM | I’ve finally got over the cruel shoes blues
it happened one day while reading the news
papers were flying all around this here room
when a flash of epiphany enlightened the gloom
As I find inconsequential facts all over the space
saved for the player in this cyber race
used and abused by the abatior you create
while cooking that gruel on a microwavable plate
Hormones are raging as the chat turns to chit
copping a feel under the table a bit
as she describes every detail of it
you fantasize more and more about silicon hits
with litescribe of details across downloaded pirates
a call in the night comes with a sweat you desire it
she whispers your name and then quickly hangs up
was this all a dream induced from too many cups | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 3:47:25 PM | was this all a dream induced from too many cups
of reheated coffee , tokes, wine and beer
a combo that promises wonderous cheer
Instead of sweet whispers I heard a loud roar..
then surrounded by a brightness --heard only in lore
of death and dying --of lovers and more
I seem to be broken .. I seem divided in two..
the me in the light and the me that is you...
( Opps I'm not a poet.. I barely exist but felt drawn to this thread.. so please do not bi**h) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 4:43:31 PM | it was fine, welcome to the poetry threads......
the me in the light and the me that is you...
need to shake hands and say how do you do
this body's too small for the id and the ego
lightbulbs and watches break wherever we go
so let us befriend the many residing
the ones who are "out" and the ones who are hiding
let all we's unite and give a loud cheer
we'll go to the pub and buy us a beer | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 5:25:58 PM | we'll go to the pub and buy us a beer
I’ll even shout the first drink
Though don’t tempt me anymore
I am the catalyst of axiom words
Plain speaking still cannot amend
My foot in mouth disease
So I’ll continue to give you beer in hope
you will forget all that was said | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 5:28:41 PM | go to the pub and buy us a beer
the bottle store just ain't very near
if this was Alberta I'd say get a six pack to go
but they won't let you do that in Ontari airy O | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 7:00:31 PM | Thanks for the HI...I won't be a pest .....although the last line from above.. I could not resist
but they won't let you do that in Ontari airy O
unless you dance naked out in the snow
under the moon.. with the night air so crisp
howling and dancing is all a bit goth
but when done in the buff the excitement is off... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 10:14:29 PM | Aw, you're not a pest, stay and play with us!
but when done in the buff the excitement is off...
...ten seen as enticement and seductive in POF
circles of dating folks out on a lark
wandering bars where they meet after dark
furtively looking to see who is there
and secretly picturing them in underwear
clutching the drink that they hold in their hand
frightened of meeting and scared worse to stand
and ask for an intro to the girl at the bar
second from the end hope she doesn't live far
"but look "he thinks, "yes it looks like she's taken
but is I think that's a woman if I'm not mistaken."
it's so hard to tell when they all have pink hair
and when black raincoat is all that they wear
earings and noserings and who knows who's all right
Looks like he won't be getting lucky tonight | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 2:12:59 AM | Looks like he won't be getting lucky tonight
As you surely see tis not a lady in his sight
Left him to waste away... if care not be sought
For all his appendnges will soon start to rot
Leavin' endowed only by grief
That he alone forsaken, himself as a thief
Will is the void that once was inside
Into anxious denial he currently resides
But pity him not...For it's not justified to be
It's only himself...That won't let him see | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 3:20:40 AM | it's only himself that won't let him see
his eyes being his own prevent clarity
his mind of his making can't know for sure
how his thoughts are coloured by beliefs before
does he know this or only believe it
can he know anything or only perceive it
interpreted through his eyes nothing is clear
know the truth is more than what you see here | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 4:36:19 AM | know the truth is more than what you see here
tired of a local predatory liar whose crumbs are too fake
i removed my own face after some needed self reflection
i too take responsibility for my part in his game
without my participation his failed deception became rejection
in the end i chose to just walk away deciding to no longer play
unfortunate is she the one who next believes that creep's lines
i am still me now with more lessons learned and not yet faded | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 7:37:55 AM | i am still me now with more lessons
learned and not yet faded from the sessions
time so displaced across cyber space
a face on the side looks without grace
whisped into frenzie of tidy it up
drinking more coffee without the cup
thinking on ponders that really can't be
coming then going to have the next pee
cyber and fibre mixed on empty plate
patience for notice makes everyone wait
too bad you read about so much hate
to fly off the handle belittled by fate | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 10:48:03 AM | ..to fly off the handle belittled by fate
life can be simple or swallowed by hate
Regarless of choices your time here will end
looking back on your life did you heart ever mend
But what do I know ..I'm a fool on a hill
yet still I believe that love's the best pill
it soothes me with warmness and keeps me with hope
cause the flip of this living is the end of a rope | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 12:13:57 PM | cause the flip of this living is the end of a rope
Cut me some slack and give me some hope
I hope to meet someone compatible some day
I plan on it happening before we both fade away
Never will I think about choking on the end of a rope
I’ve got too many unused dinner coupons, that is no joke
Shut off your “confuser-putter” and plan to meet me
Take one of your courage pills and meet me at three | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 1:50:19 PM | take one of your courage pills and meet me at three
we'll search for crop circles .. take honey from bees
then venture for dinner with coupons in hand
find the best grilled cheese vender type stand.
I like mine with garlic, pickles and please
don't forget pepper .. I may even sneeze...
The end of the day may find pillows well tossed
and a glow in the spirit of longing once lost... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2007 7:15:50 PM | and a glow in the spirit of longing once lost...
such remembrance to there savour such cost
remember the colours of blood sunset hue
the fragrance of lilac in colour of blue.
grilled cheese sandwich to smile
with small One see joy worthwhile
assault in the present on the lilac and rose
Bittersweet from memory impose.
Fragrant knife to cut the core
Sharpest Rose ...vibrant red sweet rose
Beautiful..blue ..steel..no more!
Sweet Rose. Survives laugh to impose. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/22/2007 6:31:14 AM | Sweet Rose. Survives laugh to impose
crushed between the pages of a book
the faint scent drifts from the open pages
memories assail my senses
I remember the taste of the coffee
bittersweet, you were late, breathless
apologising and with aplomb
giving me a rose
I recall the sweet summer we spent
reading the Sunday papers in bed
Crossaints with butter and jam
warm and comforting
And as summer drifted to its end
you were gone...lost to me forever
this rose my only reminder
Your scent still lingers..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/22/2007 10:29:01 AM | *sigh* moments too late and how can I patch this when my emotion really does not match the humour of plaid right now? *tries*
and poofing so loud
scattering the crowd
noise evil harbingers
your scent still lingers
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your scent still lingers
in the hallways of my mind
I think of your hands
you were everything kind
your voice echoes still
in my thoughts today
a voice I'll never hear again
will never go away
memory is piercing
and I miss you, I do
but you're still always here
and more than ever, some days | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/22/2007 9:52:07 PM |
and you’re still always here
more than ever.
some days I feel you
but different somehow
like a cashmere veil,
warm body halo.
light flutter of wing
soothes my brow
soft hands tender my pillow
on the way to goodnight. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/23/2007 5:15:01 AM | On the way to say goodnight
scoop steamed armfuls
of small clothes into laundry basket
toybox a stray truck
find the storybook page and
enthroned on quilted bed
breathe just bathed freshness
link childhood to childhood
with well-loved tales | |
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