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 Autumn Fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/24/2018 8:26:05 PM
Vulgarity sits on the golden toadstool of humanity
ripping apart the fine woven threads off the shroud of humility
my head is spinning and I can't seem to bury it in the sand
I want to, oh yes I do
it's not suppose to be this way
the poets and prophits are all gone
and no one can stop it, no one, not even me
I cannot run or hide

I look at the baby's face she is a part of me
the moon and the stars of timelessness
there is no age of innocence in this world today
no escape, no promises
the road has been paved greed.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 2/3/2013 8:15:59 PM
Inspiration comes and goes Naïve as you are well aware. Life gets busy. See what I can do but no promises.
 Autumn Fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 2/2/2013 10:42:21 PM
Thank you We are One - just catching up.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 2/1/2013 8:49:10 PM
Listen to the wind
For it always finds the truth
Myriad streets to sail
A ship without encumbrances
The breath of babes
Fresh openings in the mind
The lazy man’s course
Belching black smoke into ecstasy

Listen to the wind
For it always finds the truth
Wallowing pity,
Complexity of route
A gilded serpent running parallels through tangled hair
The dance of the trees in the wintery air

Listen to the wind
For it always knows the truth
Ancient ruins without voice
Tales erupted and
Torn down by greed
The wind will come again
And plant seeds
Atlantis, nirvana
Complacency

Listen to the wind
It dances and sways
To the rhythm of truth
Soul trains, weeping rainbows
Armillary sphere
An ancient weather vane
Guided by a searching vision
A glass half full of faith
Whispers of the crowds across the lands

Listen to the wind
I think it understands.
 autumn fantasy
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 2/1/2013 8:03:24 PM
Was another story
Long ago
A sacred pond
Where feelings showed
The round a bout
Of simple muse
And playful dreams
No time to choose

The moon descended from its perch
A night owl spirit on a search
Expectations high
Eclipses shy
The shadows fall
Bravely in the wood.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/28/2012 7:22:02 PM
Weare1 I still love the moon! Went swimming under a full moon last summer and it was wonderful.

Truth your poem was very sad and lonely feeling. A vivid reminder that we have so many homeless people out there who need help.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/26/2012 7:00:41 PM
Welcome to my little corner on the web.

Naive I don't know how to show my Mum that life is worth living. Ten years ago she was given a second chance after a heart attack almost killed her and now she is a bent over, feeble woman who has lost her spirit. Life is worth living!
 Autumn Fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/21/2012 9:29:31 PM
Taking a break from work with the flu so thought I would peek in and see if anything was brewing...Hi Sheltering, Joshua and Lori. Won't promise I'm back but I'm here to ramble for the moment.

Not sure I like my role in this one...

We moved my Mum into a 5 star resort
And told her this was heaven

She balked at first quick to pick up on the phrase
“I feel like I’m in Jail” by the other inmates

Only the walking dead, walked the halls
In quiet solitude

I don’t think she sees herself as a sheep
Or sacrificial lamb

It was difficult to swallow at first
Taking away the car, her home, her freedom

Now all her teeth
And telling her to chew

Selling it to an intelligent woman
She wasn’t buying into any of this

One day there was a foursome at her table
Each month another one left

Never to return
The last one broke her spirit

I gave her jokes for Christmas
Thought she could make everyone laugh

At themselves, at their situation
Getting old and laughing uproariously

Who am I to know?

She is eating like a bird
Those expensive dentures sure don’t work very well

Appetite suppressed
We bring her home to us at Christmas

She smiles when she is tucked into bed
Family around like chirping birds

It doesn’t seem to bother her any more
The coming and goings in the middle of the night

It was sad to take her back to her five star resorts
Swimming pool, maid service, bona fide chef

She hides in her apartment most of the time
Depressed that life isn’t over yet.
 Autumn Fantasy
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ART PROJECT
Posted: 1/21/2012 9:07:40 PM
I have read The Artist several times now - so much of yourself in this poem BM. Little glimses into your life. Your dialogues are always facinating.
 autumn fantasy
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beautiful
Posted: 1/20/2012 9:55:36 PM
Not sure if it can ever be so much fun
too many missing faces
life lifting us up in it's arms
and giving us a hug
a good book
family
friends
I miss
the spontaneity
new year though
who knows?
 autumn fantasy
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Shelter me...home
Posted: 1/20/2012 9:47:43 PM
Lots of food for thought up there...I wouldn't blame Obama for everything though. He is doing his best to build back a country.

They come
every Thursday before noon
each with a story
times are tough
educated people without jobs
who need that chance to tell their story
exist on the $25 dollar gift card for groceries
all walks of life
who are we to judge
only once a month
do they get the chance
then it is another’s turn
kindness comes in many forms
help sometimes is the teacher
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/20/2012 9:35:54 PM
Morning Meanderings

We grow nostalgic as our arms wither
And our sight recedes into the past
The golden years cometh
Some reward for living
Through a whirlwind of circumstance
That appear in sequence as only a prequel, propeller
To our understanding.

I believe I should sit on the mountain top
With my gift of wings bestowed
Sight acutely measured by deed

Instead I deny the years resting upon a cushioned pedestal
Of no one’s choosing – fate, destiny, reaping the rewards
Walking the labyrinth minimizing every step
And glowing in an apparition out of step.

It’s strange that the very earth you stand upon
Is hiding secrets, your secrets, your vision
The trap door is covered in moss
And a one dimensional understanding
That the universe exists in frames
The film spinning at an unbelievable speed
Through the eye piece of knowledge.

Sit on the porch with apple in hand
Squinting sceptically at passer-by’s
Who represent the future
Hopefully believers in preservation
Reverence and a keen instinct of the womb
As earth moves through the galaxies
The shadow grows at an amazing speed of thought
Into the proverbial unknown reclusive orb of our destiny.

(one of those poems that came from nowhere but this one needs a few changes)
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/20/2012 9:32:50 PM
The glory of our Eden hasn't departed and it is so sweet of you to stop in after I thought this thread had gone to sleep J. I do pop in once in a blue moon to see what my favourite writers are up to!
 autumn fantasy
Joined: 3/15/2009
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 7/3/2011 11:05:31 AM
Morning Meanderings

We grow nostalgic as our arms wither
And our sight recedes into the past
The golden year’s cometh
Some reward for living
Through the whirlwind of circumstance
That appeared in sequence as only a prequel, propeller
To our understanding.

I believe I should sit on the mountain top
With my gift of wings bestowed
Sight acutely measured by deed

Instead I deny the years resting upon a cushioned pedestal
Of no one’s choosing – fate, destiny, reaping the rewards
Walking the labyrinth minimizing every step
And glowing in an apparition out of sequence.

It’s strange that the very earth you stand upon
Is hiding secrets, your secrets, your vision
The trap door is covered in moss
And a one dimensional understanding
That the universe exists in frames
The film spinning at an unbelievable speed
Through the eye piece of knowledge.

Sit on the porch with apple in hand
Squinting sceptically at passer-by’s
Who represent the future
Hopefully believers in preservation
Reverence and a keen instinct of the womb
As earth moves through the galaxies
The shadow grows at an amazing speed of thought
Into the proverbial unknown reclusive orb of our destiny.
 autumn fantasy
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well, not really, it's me but I hijacked \many horses...
Posted: 12/28/2010 8:18:52 PM
Lovely poem Ravin?
 autumn fantasy
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T'was The Night Before Christmas Wank
Posted: 11/23/2010 8:48:16 PM
Ok poets I need a clean humorous wank for that age old poem to perform in front of a bunch of old people and make them laugh.

I would prefer an original work that will definately appeal to the 70 - 80 year old crowd. This wasn't part of my job description but I am throwing it out to all the poets here who I know can give me input.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house...
 autumn fantasy
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Can't believe it's been five years. . . .
Posted: 11/23/2010 8:26:34 PM
Woobs it's pushing 16 plus years now for Tiffany and she looks so frail and also on that note my Mom is pushing 88 and she is even more frail than the cat. It has become an epiphany in a way for me realizing that both the cat and my Mom don't have years ahead of them. Every once in a while though the cat will do a kitten thing and surprise me and my Mom will shock everyone at the seniors residence with one of her stories that the kids shouldn't hear LOL I sometimes feel more vulnerable looking ahead.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/7/2010 8:43:15 PM
My Daughter's Wedding

The phantom of the evening gazed out upon the crowd
From his primal stance
Revelry taken shape in the shadows
Girls in red dresses twirled, mindless
Lanterns in the dark
The lyrical became absurd
Lips tasted wine
Masks held to shade the eyes
As the past slipped from the crevices
And a circle was formed
Generations met in a ceremonial frenzy
As the bride maid merry
And groom donned his place as
Guardian of the toast
Masquerade ball
Lives from past and present
Merged through the doors
Of the darkened
Rotunda
Someone watched above
Up the stairs and off to the side
The ghost of weddings past
The music played
And never stopped.
 autumn fantasy
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/7/2010 8:21:39 PM
Let us join in that moment you gave me
Metaphors of life
Spirit inside spirit
The clock ticks
Inside what was youth
And now golden splendour
Swirling leaves in the sunshine
Vibrant lives well lived
We cherish those who brought us here
As we sat in their pockets
And nibbled on experience
Dance with me
I want to be a part of the fire as it burns
definining age.
 autumn fantasy
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 10/26/2010 10:19:49 PM
I carried white gardenia's at my wedding and savored the scent
long past the marriage
My baby's getting married in 4 days
and I am longing for a gardenia
so wherever I go I'll feel young again
I have been told I must wear orchids
why can't I be different?
 autumn fantasy
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MY POETRY -COMMENTS WELCOME
Posted: 8/29/2010 7:58:21 PM
Not sure why no one has answered you. Some wonderful images happening in your poetry. Please keep writing and welcome to the poetry forum of hidden words not yet written.
 autumn fantasy
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Brizo's poems
Posted: 8/29/2010 7:51:40 PM
A good rant once in a while makes you feel better Brizo. Not sure if the world is listening though. It is nice to come back to a new poem from you out here. Miss you all xoxo
 autumn fantasy
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The Moon
Posted: 8/29/2010 7:31:43 PM
Eden that was beautiful...thank you for the lovely poem and fishymission it is almost that time of year again where the moon dominates the long nights. It is still too warm where I am for a chilly moon but I have seen a harvest moon already.
 autumn fantasy
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Leaves and other noises
Posted: 7/29/2010 8:43:00 PM
Beautiful, simplictic
stepping outside yourself
to watch the world
from a different perspective
I could have said you have outdone yourself
but the message god said - not enough words
but that being the point
sometimes the less said the better :)
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 6/23/2010 8:33:18 PM
5 point zero

One forty-five in the afternoon
The sky was black and ominous
But I was happily playing at my new job
When I experienced a strange feeling
The flowers in the vase on my desk were shaking
My chair was shaking
And for a moment in time
I thought it was just an illusion.
 autumn fantasy
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 6/20/2010 7:45:21 PM
Hi Woobs I sure do miss your words of wisdom :)

Sometimes I don’t feel I need my muse
It has drifted up into the clouds on a sunny day
And wound cobwebs through the stars in the milky way

I have said it all before and nothing seems new
Eyes and mind sucks in the splendour of nectar
Absent words or tangible thought
Living the poem that once wrote itself

I climb into the pond on an odd night
Still awake enough to read or watch those who
Have been here forever dazzle us with their toe stomping
Words or lyrical footpaths

That old muse can stay asleep
The peepers have come and gone
And the nights are bursting with nebulas
Summer concerts for the soul.
 autumn fantasy
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GOVERNING THE INTERIOR
Posted: 6/20/2010 7:28:29 PM
Sometimes I haven't got a clue what your poem means :) but this one seems familiar watching young love happening as each of my daughters are "into a dream of mayflies that never ends". Young wuv. That was a fun poem to watch unravelling BM.
 autumn fantasy
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welcome to writin' for those in purgatory
Posted: 6/12/2010 9:46:47 PM
licence is one of those words which can be spelled differently
in Canada licence is the norm from the English origin I suppose

I would love to taste some chicken roasted right on the BBQ
need the recipe for the sauce though :)

Rose your grandmother has lived a long life
I wish my grandmother could have met the twins
she would have been thrilled
I'm sorry to hear of your loss
it makes us all feel vulnerable

so are you going to a wedding Doggy?
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 6/8/2010 8:43:40 PM
What do you mean she is in Canada??
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 6/7/2010 8:51:52 PM
That was lovely Jules!

I still feel like the print has shrunk and if I enlarge it I can't see the threads and authors. The rabbit hole down head first
everything is blue
blue as the ocean
blue like a dream
tiny pebbles cast on the shore
these miniture words
I don't wear glasses for reading
but this feels like honey they shrunk the kid :(
 autumn fantasy
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parables of dreams
Posted: 6/3/2010 8:31:51 PM
I was so sorry to hear about your Mom's passing Drea and my heart goes out to you at this difficult time. I know how much you loved her and worried.

I hope you fill your space
with memories
the happy joy
of being a daughter
playing amongst the children

You know she is an angel
in your heart
always
 autumn fantasy
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THE FAMILY PET-Part 1
Posted: 5/27/2010 9:35:37 PM
Oh boy a story and this is only part 1!

Lunch with the devil

It was lunch in the monestary
they were eating crow of all things
who would touch a black bird
not a monestary thing to do

A monk came in dressed in robes of
run down burlap, rope sash
but on this shoulders was the strangest thing
I have ever seen
it sneared at us with those black beady eyes
or were they red, I can't recall now
but it had
long tails multiplying
and hissing at everyone
made a total nuisances
of themselves
before tea was done
and chins wiped clean
with the stench of these devil creatures
smeared all over our expectations or lack here of.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 5/20/2010 8:58:40 PM
This site keeps getting smaller and smaller
soon the words will melt off the pages
into miniture zero's and
we who use to play daily with words and worlds
colours and feelings
they have slipped down the rabbit hole
or shoved behind the wardrobe in a
secret space with snow and strange animals
keeping company
even the emoticons are midgets
100% of people who have slipped by the cracks
disappeared into life
oh well
one day this will be all gone
and with it many hours of play
with some very special people.
 autumn fantasy
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Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/20/2010 8:53:00 PM
It keeps ticking in my mind
the little girl who played with shells
how long ago we saw the world
looking up
let the day bring surprises and memories
that settle nicely in a big basket of
forget-me-nots
and Birthday Candles
with promises
Do you have the little shells still
Birthday Girl?

I just couldn't not stop in for a friend's Birthday :)
 autumn fantasy
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Composting
Posted: 5/9/2010 7:39:46 PM
Wow! I'm wondering where this inspiration came from?
 autumn fantasy
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welcome to writin' for those in purgatory
Posted: 4/29/2010 8:10:08 PM
Possumly a good omen
Cute little beady eyes
Look like they came from
Some prehistoric remnants of left overs
For those cave dwellers
We caught ours in a cage
And it turned its back on us
Poor little thing didn’t know which way to look
Embarrassed that we caught him with peanut butter
So we loaded up the cage and took him way out
Into the country with a large size abandoned barn
Near a stream for water
I heard they eat grubs
If that helps.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 4/29/2010 7:59:55 PM
Hi Jules and Rose I love them all from starry nights to lilacs and spring being born and awareness. So today someone brought a newborn baby into work. . .


I saw a baby today
And something happened inside
Laying eyes on those miniature features
Rosebud lips, chubby cheeks
Pink fluted bonnet and sweater, baby blush pink
She looked like a fairy’s gift secreted under a rosebush
In the quiet of the moon
A dream that powders the sky
With wide eyed stars
The baby in me wants to be born again
And see the world through innocent eyes.
 autumn fantasy
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THEN
Posted: 4/20/2010 8:00:38 PM
There is quite a story inside this poem BM - almost wish it continued on for a couple more chapters.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 4/20/2010 7:38:38 PM
And here Ravin is writing up a storm as a mad poet and saying April is poetry month and here we are all out of words and so busy in real life that the thoughts are all mixed together into one gigantic whirlpool of days blurring one into another as I play with paper dolls and design a shower invitation like I was lining up little shells in a row or blades of grass each with a snail attached. So if April is poetry month perhaps I will be different and wait for May to bloom.
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 4/14/2010 8:46:55 PM
I'm stuck on page 102 and haven't had anything for weeks - I tried honestly and this is it....


Disconnected, misplaced
You thought you laid your mind down in one shiny spot
With the other necessities

But the words come out in smoke rings
One at a time
Smack in the middle of a whirlwind
Downward spiral

A galaxy wasted on its hearth
Breeding chameleons
And yankee clippers
In the skies

Homeless creatures
They cannot find their minds
Nomads or seascapers
 autumn fantasy
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DYAD
Posted: 4/1/2010 10:32:38 PM
It's strange how birds will dart around like an antique air plane between the houses
- especially the cardinal - but why in the world's absence do you encounter yourself alone?
 autumn fantasy
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 3/22/2010 9:05:00 PM
You just keep all that snow down south. We have had a record year of no snow and balmy temps. I'm getting used to this spring like repose. You know what Canadian winters can be like.
 autumn fantasy
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 3/22/2010 7:51:57 PM
Wooby it's because of you I discovered peepers. One night as the road was winding in and out of the woods and we had safely dropped the girls off for a sleepover out in the country I happened to hear them - faintly at first they sang near the creek and then a cacophany of sound erupted and you would think a choir started on cue. It was wonderful. I would have to go back out to that winding road to see if they are awake and ready for spring. The robins give it a thumbs up and the wind is howling tonight.
 autumn fantasy
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The Moon
Posted: 3/16/2010 4:27:15 PM
Fishy that was really good! You have to believe.

"Will my dream tapestry be woven by that celestial loom"
 autumn fantasy
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FOR TRISTAN TZARA
Posted: 2/22/2010 10:05:00 AM
"and our eyes the lanterns of fishermen"

So many wonderful images in this one BM - really a gem to read!
 autumn fantasy
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The Heracles Poets
Posted: 2/22/2010 10:00:28 AM
Those who have nothing
Pick at eyes
A thousand birds descending
On one so beautiful
A gentle soul does not harm the world
Irked the shallow harbingers of boredom
And pompous triviality
In this game of child’s play
A dangerous recreation
For karma often rips open the truth
The big brother watching over his or her shoulder
Holding the smoking gun
She is safe and happy
Content to be away from the circus
Gathering wild flowers of thought
 autumn fantasy
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 2/19/2010 10:00:51 PM
Hi Brizo I'm in New York City with all my girls. It is an amazing city!

I come and go anonymously
Where once I played freely

Captured by kindred spirit
Reclusive renaissance

Running through the scales
My mind turns repetitively

Over and over
Water, bridge, underground

Faces of caricatures
The old and new

Horse beside car
Brick and wood

The sunset chants
Sweet freedom

Oh sweet freedom’s shores
Where a lady guards humble pie.
 autumn fantasy
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The Heracles Poets
Posted: 2/16/2010 10:14:46 PM
I thought it was just a nervous habit such as cracking knuckles, wringing of hands, biting nails and pulling out eyebrows. Wouldn't it be in the same family?
 autumn fantasy
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poems
Posted: 2/11/2010 8:43:01 PM
The old mantel clock
Beating to the sounds of
My breath
It had stopped
And no one cared
So I moved him into the kitchen
To keep watch
His back open and vulnerable
The pendulum swinging now in harmony
A little oil and maybe
Those obscure sounds
In my milieu
I hibernate in that space
Black hole of the mind
 autumn fantasy
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Brizo's poems
Posted: 2/5/2010 10:48:05 PM
ipoem revisited

Woodpeckers in baggy pants
Hummingbirds in Mexx
Bright minds that appear awake
In their universe

Fingers emo jiving to the pulse
Of an expanding world
On a microscopic keyboard

Change turn around
The circle is
A mechanical sidewalk
The pulse the beat
Inside us

Brave New World?
It could be still light years away
On a dying star
Another civilization
With a new karma

The blue phone in my hand
Signals once
And as I open it up
I am greeted with “I love you Mom”
 
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