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Orphani
Jan 09, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

she's apostrophe

When the last sharp syllable
has Twilight fallen; into the period of your poem;I fly,Into the jostling commas, 
beyond  the black macadam, to nowhere
 The red lines of lights; the question marks of why?Are dark barriers, of coffee colored mountains, like stainsOn the blue black ,near night, of she's apostropheThe capitals of time
are lost in the mundane traffic,
And banalities of a car commercial life
Exclamation points;end  your quotation marks
Trapped in your parenthesisI fly,Into your black sentence.
of no
— Orphani, Jan 09, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

Until I am fully written by

Until I am fully written by your poet's elongated eloquated hands I have nothing to say abstract, linear thoughts held inside your bracketed mind. Barry, I love your poetry, and this one is no exception. I'm wondering if the title would work better as she's apostrophe or she is apostrophe capital... in, to... or into, ? (I'm not sure about that one) Learned a new word... macadam. thanks, love, Anna
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

A woman without words, is

A woman without words, is like niagra falls without water. Commonality starts with one flower; to see if another will bloom, in whatever fertile earth is found; in the pleasing arms of discovery. What raging storms Through this valley blow; Between the storms Can one flower grow? b
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

no doubt you have a good excalamation for that!!!

"A woman without words, is like niagra falls without water" Oh wow oh wow you, you, you...!!!!! Full stop, the Comma butterfly is let loose on her apostophical curved brackets the period of which raises the question of the turn of a phrase, where are the parenthesis of this most strange female tale? You make me think of my tarmac photographs and that theme could be good, Then you make me think of the stains of coffee on a manuscript and that theme cold be good too; which means that I feel the themes are mixed, but no doubt you have a good excalamation for that!!! Dear Barry with your black sentences! Ann. Capitol= capital I think you mean?
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

You are more fun, and

You are more fun, and entrancing then a parade of midget jugglers, and you use underarm deoderant. .Yes its time everybody learned the truth about us. Love B. PS... yes I know; it's not easy being us.