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dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 5/11/2008 2:11:50 PM
Still rough but the direction I want to take Prism next. :) Ode Oh, how I desire your desire--your sweet lips pressed to mine--hands caressing and pressing and exploring as lips and lingering tongue glide and slide down the lovely lines and curves from neck to navel from breast to bum--tasting and tonguing till my true love comes!

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 2/15/2008 9:22:29 PM
Yep, I keep going back to those two and some of Eliot and Blake. Sure there are a few other poets/poems I enjoy but those 4 haunt me.

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 2/9/2008 11:21:36 AM
I understand! He is my favorite poet and maybe it's my bias but I think he maybe the greatest poet in the English language since Shakespeare. :)

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 2/8/2008 2:52:22 PM
I suspect Yeats would most heartily agree--especially as you've captured his tensions between the aesthetic and the common: that line from Crazy Jane comes to mind--the pitching love's tent in excrement. The contrasts are what make your Yeats' poems work so well. :)

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 2/1/2008 5:36:42 PM
Thank you, Jer. When things slow down I'll check out the site. Glad to see they Yeats you into some verse of your own! :) And cdn, you know he didn't forget you!

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 1/28/2008 6:48:03 PM
Egad! My License? Could I apply for a learner's permit? You're quite right, Jer. I ought to cut those lines from the poem--it would read much better. I appreciate the feedback! Well, back to the revision grindstone. :)

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 1/27/2008 1:10:15 PM
The Kiss No shame feel I for this most envied kiss! But joy! Let others weep at knowing we sate our desire in lips tracing the lingering lines of each other's mouth, of arms and hands entwined about each other's bodies; in this our kiss, we find the lingering longing brought to its surcease-- we, in this, passion play have found what all others desire most: that special someone with whom to bond! Let them envy--these who agonize in solitary fear. Or let them hope that they too will find lips so sweet to caress all through the night!

dingedarmor

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Willing to settle??? Posted: 1/2/2008 7:00:58 PM
A house settles. With all its creaking and cracking and groaning and moaning..... Now, how many houses are there here? Get those hands up.

dingedarmor

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Quote For Today Posted: 12/30/2007 8:55:48 PM
When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross. --Sinclair Lewis

dingedarmor

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Everyone else is doin it....I want a thread too lol Posted: 12/30/2007 8:33:00 PM
I come, I read, I feel at home! Thank you for this sweet haven from the storms.

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 12/30/2007 8:30:33 PM
Lullaby Lull me to sleep, hold me close in the comfort of silence, no words, no questions, being together in the middle of life's raging storm, a place of quiet peace, connected in that special way which words would hinder; holding being held, rocking each other through night's sorrow, in the moment, hoping to forget, for just a moment all the pain of being alive.

dingedarmor

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What do you sue your computer for? Posted: 12/30/2007 8:21:08 PM
I've got an old laptop I use for research, writing and dealing with work related issues. And then there is my desktop--it's my second build--works as my dvr, gaming computer and overall high tech entertainment system/toy. I use it to play games, watch dvd's play music on, watch t v.,etc.....I stuck 3 sata hard drives in just so I could play with vista, xp and linux without all the fuss or muss. :D

dingedarmor

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Would you go out with someone in the 45 plus group that has never been married? Posted: 12/30/2007 8:08:41 PM
It depends. I wouldn't rule out either someone who had or had not been married solely on that criteria alone. But that's just me. I prefer an abundance of evidence to base any such conclusions before making such an important decision.

dingedarmor

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Are MEN marketable after age 30? Posted: 12/24/2007 11:03:48 AM
Under current laws neither gender is 'marketable' as this word implies buying--so we would then be discussing slavery or prostitution (rented love by any other name...) I understand your reaction to the first thread, Sparkie, but honestly, after a while one sees enough vapid threads to start ignoring them. Good fishin' to you.

dingedarmor

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Are prostitutes the solution? Posted: 11/22/2007 6:32:25 PM
Solution to a crossword puzzle? Horizontal..

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 11/16/2007 2:07:40 PM
Thank you, Jer! I'm hoping school mellows out soon so I can do some more fiery lines. :)

dingedarmor

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Im feeling spiffy...I hope everyone else is too:) Posted: 11/2/2007 5:46:36 PM
What hurts most is when the obligations of life keep me from this refuge and what salves that pain most is stealing time to come here and find the comfort of these word quilts. :)

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 11/2/2007 5:42:36 PM
Falling Angels I And the world’s afire, flames kissing life like backseat lovers— the TV drones, “One moment, please.” Lingering like smoke’s ghost, thoughts caress the meaningless melodrama of everyday existence—embers burning to ash… Hoping for this electronic opium to quench the consuming thoughts of an angel falling though my dreams. Embers turn to ash… Her form haunts me. To praise her eyes, her lips cultivates an exotic plant in a spares soil, one needing a loam richer than a whispered whim, its care careful, if roots are to hug dark earth. Embers smolder in ash. II Yes, at times I cursed capricious gods and their unholy quest— that vision always a finger’s breadt beyond grasp. Listen, I rage no more. From castle high my angel lights my path. And patiently as wind brushing against stone, until only foundation remains, I quest toward my angel, my grail until our lives entwine and our embrace shall sear the night! III The thrill of nascent passion, with its longing glances and legs brushing beneath tables season our days with that fantastic hope to become reality: its dancing on the precipice, praying the edge holds, knowing it could crumble and we’d tumble like angels into the abyss which race our hearts like deer fleeing hunters: a moment from hell, a moment from heaven— it the long night of existence, a moment of living….. IV When we’re apart a second crawls by, and the wind sings no more but squalls like a bobcat on a blood trail. I miss your smile and easy laughter, the sound of your voice, soft as fox’s coat and your fragrance— what bee knows a perfume more sweet than a man with a woman in love? V Were I king and you, my Salome, more than John’s head would adorn your silver platter, and if I don’t utter “I love you” enough, forgive me, for I do! When winter snaps and snarls Or the loneliness aches bone deep, I’ll hold you, and we’ll rock until dawn sunders the night.

dingedarmor

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Everyone else is doin it....so how could I resist?LOL O:) Posted: 9/11/2007 1:37:05 PM
Yes, your soul is beautiful! And indeed, my students are on their toes and fingers and in their bodies I write poetry with pain that lingers. :D

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 9/8/2007 7:41:40 AM
Feast I send her kisses through the wind, her puckered lips capture each one as she spirals down the walk and disappears into brick building. Tonight I will capture her lips upon mine-- in that special feast lovers taste!

dingedarmor

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THIS IS ME, STRIPPED.... Posted: 9/8/2007 7:37:03 AM
Up, up and away a bump to the top for our jolly Holly-- A place where her words may resonate in our memories.

dingedarmor

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 9/2/2007 7:06:15 PM
That is beautiful,Sam! :)

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THIS IS ME, STRIPPED.... Posted: 9/2/2007 7:02:45 PM
Ah, out of body experiences aren't aloud! Bodies, bodies out of clothes experience, yes! :D

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 8/28/2007 4:52:07 PM
No Paradox OK, I'm exasperating, unpredictable, a self-made chaotic, a sober humorist seriously intoxicated, both understanding and ruthless, passionate yet detached, while honest, evasive, a laughing Buddha compassionately thumbing knife's edge. Look, the world's a scriptless T V show, where we create our parts or allow others to... the bell tolls for those acting another's dream. I pledge allegiance to art, holding this truth to be self-evident: we create our identity, and need not conform to conformity or non-conformity. Ours is the right to be characteristically uncharacteristic. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of peers, I shall fear no pressure, for poetry shall comfort me.

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 8/21/2007 5:17:30 PM
Hell It’s the waking dawn Of one more cloned day. It’s rising from a lumpy bed and putting on hopeless hope: You know, those little lies we whisper to ourselves the night before. It’s the bathroom mirror Shouting, “you’re older, not wiser, not richer, nothing but a fool!” It’s that nagging voice urging us to say, ”I believe!” And we do. We believe in Santa, and hard work, in a three car garage, and a special someone. It’s knowing some have all this, And the rest of us.., We believe....

dingedarmor

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 8/12/2007 10:50:40 AM
"Just because you got the monkey off your back does not mean the circus has left town." --George Carlin

dingedarmor

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Fastball's Fire Escape Posted: 8/12/2007 10:45:43 AM
Well I dont wanna be president Superman or clark kent I dont wanna walk round in their shoes cause I dont know whos side Im on I dont know my right from wrong I dont know where Im going to I dont know about you Chorus: Ill be the rain falling on your fire escape And I may not be the man you want me to I can be myself, how bout you? I dont wanna make you mad I dont wanna meet your dad I dont wanna be your dream come true cause I dont know just what Ive found I dont know my sky from ground I dont know where Im going to I dont know about you Chorus Repeat chorus I can be myself, how bout you? I can be myself How bout you?

dingedarmor

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thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird Posted: 8/12/2007 10:41:58 AM
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. VII O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you? VIII I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles. X At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. XI He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds. XII The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

dingedarmor

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Everyone else is doin it....so how could I resist?LOL O:) Posted: 8/12/2007 10:37:52 AM
Good to see your words as sweet as your smile! :)

dingedarmor

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tersed again Posted: 8/12/2007 10:36:33 AM
Dude, if I pull that finger every girl on this thread would no longer linger, fleeing from vapors dread! :D

dingedarmor

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Does having sex when you meet for the first time ruin a chance for a real relationship? Posted: 8/10/2007 8:54:58 PM
Really, it does not matter--if two people are meant to be the 'relationship' will happen. And if not, sex or no sex won't affect it. What will is bad sex. Bad sex = no relationship. :D

dingedarmor

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Your Favorite Music Lyrics Posted: 8/10/2007 8:47:40 PM
THREE DAYS GRACE "Pain" Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand And I'll show you a world that you can understand This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Anger and agony Are better than misery Trust me I've got a plan When the lights go off you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing Rather feel pain I know (I know I know I know I know) That you're wounded You know (You know you know you know you know) That I'm here to save you You know (You know you know you know you know) I'm always here for you I know (I know I know I know I know) That you'll thank me later Pain, without love Pain, can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain

dingedarmor

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 8/10/2007 8:44:39 PM
God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh. Voltaire

dingedarmor

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THIS IS ME, STRIPPED.... Posted: 8/10/2007 8:36:18 PM
As always, a joy to read your words and see the subtle interplay of your mind weaving words into meaningful melody. Missed you. :)

dingedarmor

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tersed again Posted: 8/10/2007 8:33:26 PM
I see my buds are out and about-- farts and burps and some beer all mingle in one loud shout while lovely ladies leer at wit and smiles and pout that it is not their beauty held up in word's mirror.

dingedarmor

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 8/10/2007 8:27:34 PM
Keep hanging in there,Sam. Praying that by his strips the healing comes.

dingedarmor

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THIS IS ME, STRIPPED.... Posted: 8/7/2007 7:47:29 PM
Good to see you composing poetry again! :)

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 8/7/2007 3:17:28 PM
Glad you enjoyed it, Cd. :)

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Prism Psalms Posted: 8/4/2007 9:20:44 PM
Morning Light I miss us when the morning light first pours through bedroom window, when the mockingbirds play their evening symphony, when spring's thaw draws wildflowers from the ground, when autumn leaves fire the sky, when snow envelopes dying earth! Your memory lingers like wood smoke. I can almost feel your hand in mine, and then, like morning clock's startling revelation, I wake from this dream to life's nightmare, and know that you are gone forever to a place I'll never go.

dingedarmor

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How long can you go without sex or masturbation? Posted: 8/2/2007 11:02:47 AM
How wacky! Why would anyone want to find out? Geez, that's like--how long can you go without drinking fluids or eating or sleeping. Now, I've got to go wack off.....there's a one hand typing contest I need to win.

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 8/1/2007 7:52:15 PM
Sound Barrier Past window's portrait of stubbled fields, we ride in a silence the radio's built between us. I try to free her eyes but she stares ahead, her lips fastened down as her hand locks sound up. Through bars of music, I peer, it keys mocking my words poor saw rasping uselessly against this still prison.

dingedarmor

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Sailing to Byzantium by Wm. Butler Yeats Posted: 8/1/2007 7:46:09 PM
THAT is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium. O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

dingedarmor

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 7/26/2007 10:16:52 AM
May she touch the hem of his garment. :)

dingedarmor

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THE FOREST AND THE WIND Posted: 7/25/2007 9:47:20 AM
Summer How brief your freedom reigns! In May we celebrate and cheer when June appears we dance and sing but come mid July the lingering fear of fall grieves into our midst, for with August we know schools prison doors swing wide and once more the closed walls hold us captive until May's parole comes round.

dingedarmor

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The Forest And The Wind Posted: 7/23/2007 9:44:04 AM
OMG--someone got a mast past his arse--what a farce. :D

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 7/20/2007 5:02:55 PM
Dachau --Worley Wicker Christ! It was cold, and we hadn’t slept or tasted hot food in days. Old Blood’n’Guts was afire to win the war first, and wouldn’t bother with the minor comforts. Maybe it was just as well. Long before we spied barbed wire, we smelled the camp. Sometimes, late at night, I wake with the stench of burnt bodies ghosting memory—it’s not something a body forgets, try as a body might. Or the skin clad skeletons stacked roof high or the bony hands reaching through the wire. Not standing on formality, we rounded up those black shirted **stards and shot near a hundred of them before arming prisoners with entrenching tools, and bayonets—we figured it was a fair enough fight, and would’ve killed all those lightning warriors, but our gutless officers stopped us. We made some of them pay, by God, we did.

dingedarmor

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Prism Psalms Posted: 7/18/2007 5:23:28 PM
Thank you! I appreciate that, cd. Ding

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Prism Psalms Posted: 7/17/2007 2:24:04 PM
Abortion A spontaneous abortion, my brother's umbilical cord knotted about his throat and his twisting and struggling, strangled him At birth, dead and blue, we moved him to a womb of dark earth to sleep until a new life calls. I, too, am an abortion-- birthed into God and his church, strangled by lies and half truths told to deceive me like an oxen ever chasing the grain bundle just out of reach. Ah, these ambassadors of Christ promise but never deliver. Too long I struggled, waiting for the promises, hoping each and every day that God would prevail and grant His promises, that His word would be real. And each day disappointed. Like Elijah I prayed for the rain of heaven, but where he saw a cloud of promise, I see only clear sky. Now, I too, await a new birth in the dark womb of this life's sleepwalk-- dead, murdered, walking corpse, a tombstone testifying to how the bride aborted me.

dingedarmor

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Quotations that uplift or provoke thought Posted: 7/16/2007 7:19:42 PM
^^^^hahahahah! :D 'In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.' --Hunter S. Thompson

dingedarmor

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Breaking Benjamin's Breathe Posted: 7/10/2007 2:16:21 PM
Breaking Benjamin "Breath" I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over yet, in my head? I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind. Is it over yet? I can't win. So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please. [Chorus:] You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you. This will be all over soon. Pour salt into the open wound. Is it over yet? Let me in. So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please. [Chorus:] You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you. [Bridge] I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hating. [Chorus:] You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you.

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