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Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 1
TOSS SCORE Page 1 of 11    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11)
A Place for my stuff in the poetry forums...if you care to share you are welcome... I am not going to pick up all my old stuff from the forums and post it in here. but un-posted or new stuff will go in here. Write the stuff you would like to toss or the stuff you think is a score.
TOSS is also an acronym.
Here is the first couple of poems

I’ve seen colors in this kaleidoscope
Break down and reshape as I float towards
my spot, bits of colored glass cut and snag
my woolen sweater that blurs the focus,
the circular peering glass holds an eye
While I move about, in and out love’s pure
Clear, and bright room left for smaller pieces
Let our long gaze see myriad of change
Watching while our woollies snagged and tattered
Hang loose their shrinking forms our broke buttons
Polished with fingertips aged oils due
Clasp together holding thin the skin yet new
Tinted dancing rays splash myopic eyes ripe
Forever you might know I am not your type

Last line repeated stanza

Swim blinded screaming marco polo(joro's last line)
Snakes slither released from her head
Memories wrap around like seaweed
Pulling divers of stone down below

Roll onto the sand, shore in hand
Parched halls salty tear cry in land
Whereupon, sand dollars crumple under
Footprints placed ages before on a grassy knoll
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 2
Posted: 10/11/2009 10:49:38 PM
I resurrected an old poem I wrote for a college writing prompt: it was a woman's face superimposed over a punching fist..

My Face

I search for those like me
who've lain their bodies down( reference to ISIAH 51 KJV )
for others to cross over
We're all broken shamed
analyzed, criticized, degraded

my face is a fist
It batters outward
Screams dirty names
Pounds with a twist

My voice speaks the words
Makes outrageous claims
My knuckle break through
Causing a big scene
Erupt into the obscene
but they don't hear the due

Some think I am mean
I curl them at the joint
Just to prove my point

My eyes flash bruising
My face flat, forceful
I scope words cruising
For oppressive pull
I don't miss a beat;
I deliver the heat.

It's on ever street.
Most people we meet.
In every house, on TV
How much unlike do we see?
It slants to them and we.

A testament to the injustice.
Inequality rides,
Passing judgment
On waves of raised
fists: walking the precipice
Black, Yellow, Crimson, and Red
Sweeping, foaming tides
Never blending , only dying
On the beige concurrent beach.

when born new and pudgy
Spoon fed freedom and quality
Show no sensitivity
See through conformity's haze
Any color can wear a suit of beige

True freedom-a teasing torment
Out of our reach never unifying
Individually trying.
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 3
Posted: 10/11/2009 11:12:51 PM
Pets Domestication

cat clause
warm pause
dog tows
cold knows
odd smells
Bird Yells
Feazed Wing
Beak Brakes
Doesn't sing
Tea Cakes
Cages Collars
A heart hollers
fur, fluff and feather
Comfort kind heather
Lazy Daze
will amaze
Curled Titer
Calm our chatter
Alleviating Weltschmerz
With twitter, nose nudges and soft purrs.

Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 4
Posted: 10/11/2009 11:36:10 PM
Haiku connection(10/11/09

wait at the curbside
suitcase in hand travels on
scraggly tufts standing

scraggly tufts standing
sunlight pours on the strong ones
seed spread roots freely

-Fresh edited from MYKU
Bushels of peaches
roll into home made preserves
On top of love's toast
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 5
Posted: 10/12/2009 12:24:48 AM
drank of me deeply (luri's last line in Haiku connection)
held me close in a wineskin
round his shoulder

Carried me through streets
I wouldn't dare walk alone
Helped me find a home

My shadow and I
We are never separate
Just two sides of one

That shadow creeps up
sneaks in my mind and tells me
secrets I will not

Of darkness they be
I wish them false and childish
often they ring real

In this reality
Stepping into my shadow
I find a safe place
and change in my pockets
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 6
Posted: 10/12/2009 12:40:18 AM
Inspired by the TNT's "Train Journey Thread"
A train’s never lost
Always follows
Tracks, where they
Are laid, only
An Empty vehicle
Heavy steel
Pulled by
On iron
Laid across
Of land
On diverse
Finds Company
In the noise
Of her own
And Grinding
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 7
Posted: 10/12/2009 6:25:14 PM
Betsy: A Stray Puppy
A thin coat of black and white spots
Legs stout eyes warm brown dots
The dog barks at nothing I see
My only son brought her to be
I relinquished responsibility
To the hound, young and spry
Absent more than home I find
I am assigned his task grind
Of training the curious beast
Excursions for duty at least
Result in a ground sniff feast
With little heed to bladder nor Bowel
I keep stepping in her foul
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 8
Posted: 10/12/2009 6:52:15 PM
only you know my heart within(sinlovs' last line in last line repeated stanza)
cries out to find in everything
the trace you left with your grin
When you supplanted a king

the seed spit between bites
Of fruit found in garden delights
Left for souls unbent an[d] blind
To us find mercy and kind
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 9
Posted: 10/12/2009 10:47:55 PM
I try so hard to hear you
What do you say? Speak up
My ears are full of you
So little of me comes
From my mouth, You
Saw me today? Who
Was I? for thee?
So many people
Run into me
While I hide
Pouring my soul
from paper cup
Filled with
The mouthwash
Of faith
That hangs sour
Between us
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 10
Posted: 10/13/2009 1:07:15 AM
I read spearheads
jagged and barbed
carelessly discarded
after a kill, dead
now but her words
taught me the curve
of a well honed stone
sharpened with nerve
to strike to the bone
with eager haste
I pick up that waste
of both the archer's glory
and mom's memory
I do preserve
all used benign edges
and create stone hedges
for I've energy to conserve
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 11
Posted: 10/13/2009 5:15:11 PM
Helium balloon
5 o'clock lays cracked on roadside
with the rest of the day's debris
singing sparrows wings do glide
I walk trail ways a rush of 18 wheels
Whips my coat open with zeal
Catches that string and steals
it up up and away and I am free
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 12
Posted: 10/13/2009 7:07:19 PM
(Last line repeated stanza 10/13/09)
Lest til I came upon heavens door (sinlov's last line)
revealed my aching soul to the core
Peeled back my black and blue flesh
Crushed in all this human woven mesh

I kept looking up at the sky's floor
Into pristine clouds promising rain
Hope to still this quite fine pain
Into my animal skin I cut the door
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 13
Posted: 10/15/2009 12:33:49 AM
I post this
like a pair of
men's white underwear
Discarded in haste
flying on a university
Hope this
flies as
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 14
Posted: 10/15/2009 6:30:22 PM
I thought I was alone but
Smoke fills my eyes.
From words and prayers
Striking my heart but the smoke
Hasn’t cleared;
So many fires burn
Words are
Lost on clouds tinged with blood
Rushing in our eardrums, as it carries
Oxygen through the fire we find in words
So I will wait until the smoke dissipates
From my eyes and my words no longer burn
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 15
Posted: 10/16/2009 12:58:17 PM
Autumn's Tiny Thistle Weed
Stiff soft heads cluster
Some buds encased in
Silky shells unopened
Petals forever captured
Innocence near others
Dry, slanting, fine spiked
Seeds still clinging, by
The dark star-bursts
Empty husks shed
Every seed before;
Dry stem curls leaves
Pressed into shape;
Silver sheen weaves
Round unbroken stalk
Of autumn’s cull to
Winter’s snapping Jaw
Hinged in cold skull,
Breaking all
Except the evergreen.
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 16
Posted: 10/16/2009 4:04:18 PM
Tarot Cards

She laid them out
In a Celtic cross
Telling me about,
Which was at loss
Turned the final Card
It appeared a hermit
Bent over staff, carrying a lantern
A man wizened hard
Walks alone a path unfit
For two or more, takes sojourn
Upon a mountain looking
Forward, light shining down
Guides tired travelers walking
Solo after day’s sundown.
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 17
Posted: 10/16/2009 4:58:07 PM
Eyes so blue they revealed
All that was true and hidden in me.
You brought to me everything you
Had—wrapped us in your paint tarp,
Rolling beneath the inky celestial expanse
My breath caught smothered in flecks
Of dried paint and beige dewy canvas,
I broke free of that stifling oilcloth.
Hid behind the willow tree and peeled my
Swimsuit from underneath my dress
Exposed everything on go cart tracks
You grinned from ear to ear and waved
As I gave up holding my skirt in my lap.
When I was lost in those dry halls
You sent origami notes.
One day to see your old friend Joe, we trekked.
When he asked me to walk away, you
Gave me permission, because you were free.
He jotted poetry, and books and quotes.
One given name, yet I met his chosen name
Writing poetry about my dance with my son
Before our formal introduction, then I read it
From his hands 8mm details spun through my mind
Freely, swinging my boy to blues music in an
Open Air Theater; a deaf man sat next to me, keeping
Beat, tapping his feet thoroughly enjoying himself.
He came flooding back in hues so vivid; blood
Stuck in my torpid tongue: I complimented Carl
On his ability to capture, so perfectly, the sensitivity
Of a woman with her son: JC and I danced for
Awhile until he no longer heard the music
When I was lost traveling through dark rooms
He returned to see me

Today as fall turns my neck

Under summers heavy head
Wonderment glazes the greens
To Gold, red, and russet leaves
I comprehend the giving
Some day my paper statues
Will fall from a register
Vent on some sole caught dry
In Air ducts, who so charmed
By my love willingly sits
With the word winder
Who wants only
To observe their journey
Through the heat.
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 18
Posted: 10/17/2009 10:43:15 AM
forget (dimestore minstrels last line in cinquain on the membrane 10-17-09)
time collapses
all that has died is born
within souls solid journey on
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 19
Posted: 10/18/2009 1:20:38 PM
there's a start
always in each day
we do our part
opening the way

As eve sheds dawn
closing lids on fright
Open tired yawn
Brings us new light
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 20
Posted: 10/19/2009 9:54:49 PM
I find you in heaven toward rapture unseen(luri's 10/18/09 last line repeated stanza)
Straddling the girl you knew years before
I have become a whore woman obscene
I need to hear you call out for all and more

Yet we still f*ck without touching like
Worthless criminals trapped in handcuffs
Hold our heads rigid with infinite dislike
Never calling each others ridiculous bluffs
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 21
Posted: 10/20/2009 10:04:50 PM
oil and sludge afloat in your heart there with me(luri's last line repeated stanza)
percolates and brews espresso strong as will be
leaves nothing for the arteries to sooth the sole
In the wall the thick rich liquid tamps any hole

Nothing found of explosion's source or root
seek answers only in the smoldering soot
Remnants fond of homes once lost in cost
Coffee cups filled together for winter's frost
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 22
Posted: 10/21/2009 8:16:17 AM
(from cinquain on the membrane)

words kill
the meaning of
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 23
Posted: 10/21/2009 10:51:05 AM
thanks for dropping the note did you wish for me to fill in the blanks>>> or were you trying to give me a clue.....

what's left to be unsaid
For we find what we will in most
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 24
Posted: 10/21/2009 11:05:47 AM
***the cinquain rules require those two lines to have 6 and 8 syllables...I wanted to stress the silence between the first two lines and the word silence...but leaving those lines blank does not comply with cinquain rules....fourteen silent!, by all means keep on writin'...dime***
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 25
words kill
Posted: 10/21/2009 2:12:43 PM
Words Kill
the rapture of

words kill the
the power of

the truth. words kill
the the purpose of of

words kil
th pre ence of

Pure Love.
words kill



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