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loved Jan 27, 2012

Abstract Personification

Let's dwell in the mystic land,
where birds and humans,
fly hand in hand
across the vast sojourns,
of deserted life.

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themoonman Jan 27, 2012

Between Ripples

An occasional gleeful vision of the crowd,
electrified;
does not necessarily constitute crazy.
"Touched a bit I spect"
whispered the reflection.

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t. reflexion Jan 26, 2012

POSTAL SLIPS

Sort some parcel into a mail bag
Place the slip in a wrong box
Somebody somewhere somehow suffers
Count the cost on consumables
And the toll on time bad supplies

The counter hand for box entries
Offers services to the public
With absent mindedness
Testifying to the emptiness
A sorry state of our system

Dead sentence pronounced
On the National Postal service
Still struggling to survive
With middling personnel
In an age of electronic mails

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t. reflexion Jan 26, 2012

The Bit (more meter)

The theatre has men who like to pretend
Some force themselves to crack funny short jokes
Others are natural in what they do
I stepped in pretending to be a wolf
An unknown Tiger came to eat me up

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Esker Jan 26, 2012

FIREBALL

we cleansed the wound
bacardi rum
sulpher powder from an old ambulance kit

cheering you danced
dousing your arms those
slender strong hands
mottled with freckles

and I passed out
vomiting on the table
when you pushed and hauled
taut the fifth stitch

waking from dreams
that boathouse
the sunken Chriscraft

"Fucking wake up!!" you
slapped me hard your tits
swinging..threw up again
(Im no big fan of Morphine)

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WonderGolly Jan 26, 2012

Imaginations

I dream of a rainbow wood
In a world beyond our moor
Where the moon looms as the sun
And fireflies twirl into stars

I dream of a rainbow wood
Of singing fairies and listening unicorns
Where dancing dwarfs and crickets
Weave music into the clouds

I dream of a rainbow wood
Its seasons telling stories of spring blossoms
Of autumnal colours and winds
Of summer’s delights and warmth
Of winter’s chill and plays of snowballs

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Candlewitch Jan 26, 2012

The Crow (eddy styx) updated

The Crow

Lonely pines covered in snow
Tremble under moonlight’s glow
Anticipating high drama
As the wind doth blow

Singular black crow
Perched on branch below
Fluttering feathered wings
Although his movement slow

Taking to grey skies that grow
In solid winter’s throes
No screech of complaint
For gale or frozen woe

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China Blue Jan 26, 2012

I Thought Of You Today

Secluded streets in lamplight lie
Awash with cleansing rain
Awaiting dawns first sign
life has begun again

concentric circles on pavement form
left by heaven's tears
the solitude of this night
forever cast in years

I watch the drops trickle down the pane
and thoughts are of you once again
so long since I've heard your voice
memories did not leave a choice

With face in hands
I try to hide
the tears
beneath the rain

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tired_goat Jan 26, 2012

UNTITLED (FOR HOLLY)

I can only see the moon in the crescents of your tear drops
as you wake up at 5 am with an open, dry mouth
like an open source of information, raped by quasi-scientists
and journalists alike; I am plagued
by the symmetry that lies in the reflections of our skin cells
just sequins that repeat the same sequence - cloning...

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scribbler Jan 25, 2012

LAST CAST ( a narrative poem)

Don't worry I'll be there soon
in my old beat up pickup truck
on this evening of a half full moon.
We'll see if we have any luck.

I know that you prefer your trout
from tumbling mountain waterways
where hemlocks whisper and rapids shout
and cool reigns on these summer days.

But that would be too hard and far
(your withered body tells me so)
so we'll go to where a gravel bar
floods only when the turbines flow.