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| | Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)Page 1 of 28 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28) | Pick a line, any line, from the poem before you to use as your first line (props to willow). Use any format and length you prefer. I love this as it leads me to more focused reading.
a start:
tis love
it's light touch
it's silent electricity
that powers us
when leaden feet
cannot walk another step
tis love
with a gentle kiss
brushing our foreheads
establishing connection
with it's thin tubular tether
drawing self centered pain
opening a channel for escape
tis love
it's two way street
it's thread so fine
only luck has aimed it
through needle's eye
that sends a pulsing energy
timed to heartbeat and breath
allowing life to continue
when energies seem spent
tis love
that sucks the gloom
sending in it's place
joy | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/18/2012 5:32:53 AM | awww, joy - that's beautiful.
and how wonderful you've brought this here. i loved this thread. willow xo
with a gentle kiss
feel the rising bliss
'til your light shines
with happiness
seeing love's illumination...
is this all projection
or a reflection
of the essence
of being human | |
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Posted: 5/18/2012 5:39:10 AM | opening a channel for escape
[__ __]
run like the waters
held in their banks
fly in the wind
who opened the window
curtains flow in the breeze
sun shines in
shadows dancing
steam rises from my bowl of rice
with out form to keep it in
wonder where to begin
what direction should I take
the sailor left port
drinking red wine
not looking back
until tomorrow
comes to
wake me from this dream
without bounds I drift
out of step
no cadence
nor formation
herd of cats
came by
lapped up this poet mead
spilt upon the table
no bowl
could hold
flying saucers | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/18/2012 5:48:50 AM | (haha, patching already, grin)
feeling rising bliss
I will not take the reins
but let it run on its own
enjoying the wind, the unknown
without form to keep it in
will it disappear from view
or continue to boil up from below
enveloping us in its joyful flow | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/18/2012 6:37:01 AM | let it run on its own
thats what it did before
thought about it myself a time or two
so Im glad we all find each othere here
one more time for one more line
as the wind does blow south
coming from the north
not knowing where it shall go next
ox y'all | |
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Posted: 5/18/2012 7:18:10 AM | (haha, patching already, grin)
yahh, gotta hole in my rubber raft
trapped air escaped as she laughed
my mermaid muse said swim like me
we'll sound the boundless sea
burned the bra on my Mae West
told me I don't need that vest
lifted by ballons arranged in bouquette
so neatly ordered I like it that way
with jest one stroke from Pan's pen
again she sent my gondolla into a spin
climbed the high mast as my ship sunk
she left me no choice; but to show spunk
so I swung a back flip with a half twist
gave her a wink and dreamed we kissed
Id knocked myself out when I hit land
awoke on the deck with a pearl in hand | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/18/2012 8:40:12 AM | one more time for one more line
skip ahead of me that's jest fine
They always say age before beauty
I'll break the rules for you cutie
Realizing that you already know
Us Southern guys are kinda slow
Wandering these aisles for hours
Wondering where to find the flowers
Wound up in the produce section
Were Brussel sprouts a good selection | |
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Posted: 5/18/2012 12:21:19 PM | wondering where to find the flowers
in a world of concrete towers
in a dream where nothing's real
when mind is warped and heart can't heal....
wandering the streets at night
only neon in my sight
searching for an unknown source
lost the plot when it changed course...
suddenly the night does end
finding daylight round the bend
remember what i came to find
follow bees when feeling blind....
to the flowers all in bloom
another world where there's no doom
like the hypnotic sight of a full moon
i'll stay right here in this petalled womb | |
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Posted: 5/18/2012 3:05:36 PM | sweet honeycomb forget the stings
soothe the pain that parting brings
loosen up grief's pulling strings
remind of life's good ways
sweet honeycomb drip down by throat
soothe the weight that I may float
gently in this leaking boat
for my remaining days | |
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Posted: 5/18/2012 8:07:22 PM | remind of life's good ways
tender fingernails grace puckered lips
hear these rhythms, sense your hips
Inference configured symmetrically before
walk this step for reward shalln't intrude
sing with a grace that knows how to rule | |
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Inicia
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Msg: 12 | |
| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/18/2012 10:42:52 PM | tender fingernails grace puckered lips
Gently slowly the rocking chair tips,
Blank eyes gaze at memories beyond
The window, the pain of being conned
Lost in silver tufts, that once bobbed
Apples, floating in half a cider barrel
Aged now, sweet apple jack sobbed
A story of full youth, now robbed
Behind solid glass, the eye does tell
Of soulful moments caged in a pond
Where the fish spawn curious clips
Mismatched and disjunctive, a well
Of life hidden in a cage: windows.... | |
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Posted: 5/19/2012 12:19:51 AM | Of soulful moments caged in a pond
The pebbles you put on have holes
The rebels are coming and con
Lift up the silver slab, the rays of new age cometh glad
The indications are too buttoned and lit for being strong
Or coaxed or rippled as with a digital tong
Gap of rhythm,
Sap in sight,
Work for five minutes on getting it right,
Leave. | |
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Posted: 5/19/2012 4:28:43 AM | These are my father’s steps
taken in such depth of kindness and humility
that my legs have to stretch beyond my ability
to keep up with
This is my father's face
an interested grin and glowing eyes
listening intently fully attempting
to understand
This was my father's life
huge sponge taking it all in
raising the validity of any who crossed his path
trying his best | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/19/2012 5:02:58 AM | kindness and humility
are in the mixture
strength and patience
blend it all well
and the out come is
much happiness
although not so perfect
cause life is
a chemistry project
and sometimes
the temperance itself
is not a give nor take
but the vessel's I choose
to begin with | |
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Posted: 5/19/2012 12:49:50 PM | The temperance itself
wastes the time of itself
The hobbies
ruin the hope for exposition
So it's not fine lines
muddy waters with labels "wines"
mm dis is the right consistency
it has a real granular feel and pizza
Whipped toppings
Calloused hands | |
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Posted: 5/19/2012 4:08:37 PM | whipped toppings....like meringue
with lemon cheesecake below
luring me to want dessert
though my waistline says, please no!
you had your fun with that eating spree
but now the sun is out, you see,
and to the beach you'll want to flee
but not with a pudgy tummy
so hold back your desire to eat that cake
do not feel you need to empty your plate
start exercising like never before
and you never know, you might even score
with that new friend you met last week
tomorrow is another meet
again to our local beautiful beach
and honestly he seems quite sweet
so take your time, don't rush in
and don't give in to every whim
reduce that caloric intake now
and your bathing suit is sure to wow
when the time comes for him to see
more of you dressed casually
but for now just be free, not easy,
and see if there's any compatibility
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/19/2012 4:31:38 PM | Calloused hands
nurture, gentle
encourage stands
little growth held
Countenence measure
not indulgence
depth within treasure
that built team.
Simple pleasure
tossed on swing
flight higher
each other bring!
Dance in kitchen
matter not clothes
spontaneous
Together chose!
Indulgence smile
set heart free
dance rythym
intensely
:) | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/19/2012 4:51:49 PM | | indulgence smile as the lush emerald forest river opens her mouth,meandering to the cadence of crickets,their orchestral chamber music thick with weeping willow violins,as the magic of nightfall envelopes me again | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/19/2012 4:55:43 PM | (hugs darlin! missed you here ox)
dance in the kitchen
with cowboy boots,
cooking up supper
with hollering hoots,
swiging some shine
in bewteen bites,
just living out simple
Carolina nights,
wishing for friends
too far away too see,
to sit here at my table
and dine with me :)
I guess I was too slow... | |
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Posted: 5/19/2012 6:12:45 PM | Chamber music
palpable applause
with cowboy boots
Given to kinky claws
Well by the road
Go now fore light go cold
Come and bend down,
I want to touch your crown
Like a lit match
the surprise isn't lasting
The final sound
Was too long now blasting
Endanger
Written miss melody
Laboratory
Cauldron
Of poetic chemistry
observant and still
control until
day again
flings aside silent nail | |
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| Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 5/19/2012 8:00:43 PM | invading the tempest of sleep
am I as curious as a snail
as clumsy as aw hell
Interesting precipitation meta-pour
May your bed be cool yet more
your pillow can be soothingly caressed
let the space be filled and blessed
as I echo out for the door to be let,
for the fire from the furnace to make the moment
the best yet, the constellations are so grand
it is I who cannot the wind and fog stand,
nor do lightly what has to be done by hand. | |
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