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Lenny of Cohen Jul 20, 2007

Dedication

Fix me
a drink
stay near
a while
I’m far from
the she
who you admire so
a drink makes me happy
a drink makes me sad
a drank numbs my pain
yet you still know my name

stay near a while
and let me be
the confused woman
who cried
shamelessly
in public

crying alone
is not so much fun
its like
being in a room
without a view

I’m not
a brave woman
without
a comforting drink

Lenny of Cohen Jul 20, 2007

humanity minus humanity

Full blooded
unadopted
ritualistic
destruction
of hope

Let us
strip bare
the prophets
of their words

and live
in a world
of faces
without shape
and eyes
devoid of vision.

ellisville Jul 20, 2007

Sea goddess,
beautiful to behold,
it has been a long time since i’v actually sat and adored u.
smooth alluring eyes like that of a madonna!
A painful joy indeed to see you.
The seas are been made to wade in a thunderous infernal.
guess what,the fishes are at ease.
The wales smiling like a burnfire.
A side as quiet and as astonishing like a polished stone.
What about the sea tortoil?
Lol! shes on her best atire waiting to behold ur presence.
I know the sun must be smiling.
Seeing your presence is more than solomon’s.

ellisville Jul 20, 2007

lonely

If today could speak,

if yesterday weren’t a dream,

if the future weren’t a vission,

i would have poured out my pains.

if my eyes could understand

that distance and time makes the stand

which only the rythym of life stands;

i would have gone to meet my destiny.

If only my pains knew my grieves,

if only today weren’t brief;

if only the bridges to my dream could be reached

i would have been a king with that living kiss

ellisville Jul 20, 2007

lonelyworld

If today could speak,

if yesterday weren’t a dream,

if the future weren’t a vission,

i would have poured out my pains.

if my eyes could understand

that distance and time makes the the stand

which only the rythym of life stands;

i would have gone to meet my destiny.

If only my pains knew my grieves,

if only today weren’t brief;

if only the bridges to my dream could be real;

i would have been a king with that living kiss

ellisville Jul 20, 2007

The northener

From the west i come,

from the north i crossed,

the east i go,

the south i know.

my gold is cold

but i wish to wash their feet.

Although its hand has gone calloused

but i hope to shelter them.

barbsdad2003 Jul 20, 2007

Arlington

Lest I bore you by the ton,

Let me speak but briefly

Of the town of Arlington

In near-eastern Oregon

Who, forced to move

From the dammed Columbia—

Oh, no!—

Thereby lost her youth …

And her dammed-up soul.

barbsdad2003 Jul 20, 2007

pa in the raw

a couple of times
in old summer climes

we thought we saw
our pa in the raw.

it was but bare glimpse
by us little imps.

it was just enough
of pa in the buff

that we couldn’t see,
we did all agree,

why dear old ma
would like what she saw

in dear old pa.

orgami Jul 19, 2007

revolution

axles not in alingment

slow rpms i can feel it arcing

moving slowly along the hot street

static cars growling

windows unsteady reflection

i pass by in another universe

faded and warped tableau

im sure i saw her two streets back

and i know she wont remember

but she was in my class

sitting in those hard chairs

history i recall

coffee shop is two turns ahead

deep past the shadows

of these city canyons

i sit by myself

alone and unkempt

workingharleylady Jul 19, 2007

Dew Drops For Lily

Gently fall tiny
dew drops and
quench thy thirst

Spilling into
thine petals until
fully immersed

Glistening treasure
springs from above
thine own head

For the valley
below ‘tis
your final bed

This satiny cup
awaits your
solitary drop

Thy’ll move not
a bit whilst on
velvet ‘tis atop

Parched thirst awaits,
wings sheer shimmer
dies dry

No dew drops to
moisten, thy soul
shan’t ne’er fly

Christine E. Wessels
05/23/2007