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 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Knocking on the door
bowl in hand
no answer now
the flood will not recede
Insanity consistently

believed

Out to the mail box
pull down the door
taking the explosion of emptiness
right to the heart

Cast out
juxtaposition somewhere
between love and anti-freeze
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
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The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 12/24/2012 11:02:41 PM
all trees are magic
we sat in a banyon tree in fla all day
i cried when my tree in mo. died
robins come back every year to the same tree

she is the shelter from the storm
the giver of life
a place to call home

she is green
like a queen

she cleans our air
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 12/25/2012 9:41:56 PM
Thank you for your addition to the thread cesska
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Posted: 12/30/2012 8:42:38 PM
Hey there...just thought I would wander through the 'hood.....good to see you and others....

rewind
time in spiral moments
backwards
then memories reverse
cinematic moments blurred
but never erased
etched
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 1/2/2013 7:19:35 PM
Great to see you Pickles and thank you for dropping by and leaving the poem for us to enjoy
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
Msg: 1309
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Posted: 1/31/2013 5:42:05 PM
The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.


Rainer Maria Rilke
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 2/16/2013 11:30:52 AM
Think life's not fair?
Take a sample of Free Air

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n6413nx6b0
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
Msg: 1311
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Posted: 2/24/2013 3:06:41 PM
I see her carried in the eyes of feral dogs
knowing she won't escape their bite.
She only has a couple reasons for being there
but hasn't found trustworthy wings
that one day, may just take her up and out.


She has a lot to learn
from the unkindness of ravens
and the murder of crows.
All twisted in centuries
little root in bonsai growtth.

She loved me like a obsolete invention.
like spam while hoping for a love letter
but it was never my intension for her tendrils
to creep to my soft underbelly
I knew it would strangle our beliefs in each other.

I couldn't let it ride
not as long as i could hold some beliefs
some release
the world is a great place
for your di*k cavetts and einsteins

I never wanted
to become unfamiliar
I knew that someday
we would aggress
shred the flesh
wolves at the kill
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
Msg: 1312
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Posted: 6/15/2013 3:26:20 PM
Death seeped in today

I knew it was coming

but something

I couldn't predict

Something

I'd give a lifetime to forget
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
Msg: 1313
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Posted: 6/29/2013 12:41:30 AM
The Letter

I found a letter on the street
caressing the curb a lover
could not let go
but a certain consolation
held in raggedness of the paper.

A lovers loss
so great a void
left in bleeding
word to the page.

It will take years
to stop loving
start living
under this new hearts valve
intake of fear
pumping sorrow.

No shape will fill him now
no smooth warnings
or soft sided walls.

He is left lying in
the road
bleeding words
tumultuous drain.
 cesska
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Posted: 7/1/2013 11:02:26 PM
he is a player
of women
he is a layer
of women
he is a liar
to women
i'd like to set him on fire
signed
a woman
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 7/4/2013 11:02:21 AM
Hi Cesska...Once someone lights a fire within us and doesn't keep feeding it we all become a world of firestarters.......keep on keepin on girl
 cesska
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Posted: 7/19/2013 9:25:00 PM
thanks blitz

my pain is my fault
I expected too much
from a man
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 7/27/2013 4:40:39 PM
If you're a woman like me
ran masculine mountain marathons
in high heels in the self-esteem valleys
rounded your corners in cellulite
while eating your cottage cheese
lettin some people on tv tell me
who I am or what I should be

Now Im happy to sit on the porch
tell people what I used to be
Their eyes cannot cut into
my life as they once did
with the same slash and burn media
always playing in the background
implying I was never good enough
and would always be wanting
to be me
 cesska
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Posted: 8/2/2013 8:31:30 PM
I was wondering what to do
with the rest of my life
since I have given up on love
then I saw your poem

I have now decided
just to be me
merci
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 8/2/2013 10:46:20 PM
Just be me
Breathe
Love self
Breathe
Love another
Breathe
Let love be
Breathe
 cesska
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Posted: 8/7/2013 8:37:02 PM
my time is running out
the love in my life
came and went
as quickly as sparks
or fireflys

it is over
the same day is lived again
and again until it doesn't seem worthwhile
I can't trust love/men again
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 8/15/2013 2:16:17 PM
Hunger gnaws
silence fills
you alone
decide your will
 blitznboltz
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Posted: 8/15/2013 2:31:50 PM
When its good......it bears repeating...........

The Lemons"

by Eugenio Montale

Listen to me, the poets laureate
walk only among plants
with rare names: boxwood, privet, and acanthus.
But I like roads that lead to grassy
ditches where boys
scoop up a few starved
eels out of half-dry puddles:
paths that run along the banks,
come down among the tufted canes
and end in orchards, among the lemon trees.

Better if the hubbub of the birds
dies out, swallowed by the blue:
we can hear more of the whispering
of friendly branches in not-quite-quiet air,
and the sensations of this smell
that can't divorce itself from earth
and rains a restless sweetness on the heart.
Here, by some miracle, the war
of troubled passions calls a truce;
here we poor, too, receive our share of riches,
which is the fragrance of the lemons.

See, in these silences where things
give over and seem on the verge of betraying
their final secret,
sometimes we feel we're about
to uncover an error in Nature,
the still point of the world, the link that won't hold,
the thread to untangle that will finally lead
to the heart of a truth.
The eye scans its surroundings,
the mind inquires aligns divides
in the perfume that gets diffused
at the day's most languid.
It's in these silences you see
in every fleeting human
shadow some disturbed Divinity.

But the illusion fails, and time returns us
to noisy cities where the blue
is seen in patches, up between the roof.
The rain exhausts the earth then;
winter's tedium weighs the houses down,
the light turns miserly -- the soul bitter.
Till one day through a half-shut gate
in a courtyard, there among the trees,
we can see the yellow of the lemons;
and the chill in the heart
melts, and deep in us
the golden horns of sunlight
pelt their songs.

(Translated by Jonathan Galassi)
 blitznboltz
Joined: 7/15/2007
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Posted: 9/4/2013 2:23:34 PM
Mother


A woman's eyes haunted me

they peered unapologetically

steel gray

with no remorse for

battered childhoods

taken out of her small hands

delivered to the gruff hands of my father
 twistie2
Joined: 8/23/2018
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Posted: 10/26/2018 8:47:56 AM
I am just a traveler. But the road has always been yours.
 Clytemnestra
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Posted: 10/26/2018 12:22:59 PM
^^^hey traveler<<< ;-)

The road has always been yours
I paid the toll with pride and passion
It drained me to my core
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