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bush on the wind (part II)
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poetry in the dark
all holy the glow says to me it pulled me through its colors orange, black tinged the whitish off of you plank sits the edge of what wonderful saying anything mind would taste and kind anything you wanted half to me half to you middle the part that has had me in golden tatters fine the seamstress would sew union to feel…
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The widows pane
just across the river just outside my mind the haze that has turned to London fog has closed its wandering eye. the sight of man made pane thru broken windows shine from a time of long forgotten into the widows smile. hands of mercy reach down from the burning sun while little voices fill the air and like a merry go round…
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A smile
I love it when you smile What something has reached you all the way somewhere deep inside gathered up your emotions joined together your eyes With the gentle spark speaks so well The mirror to the soul it says they are a celebration to life in this moment Your thoughts are private But your smile reveals something about…
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have
my eyes a blizzard of full chaotic inner turmoil personalized my name's demon lost in dark walls roars belong inside... constant this scream without sound hides back there behind shaking sometimes colorless is not walking blades daily smiles go their way just wanna rip myself apart my talking moon-kind drowns away your…
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(and) in diamond we steal (part VII)
to and fro your big home take your shopping bags your five christmas trees all a shine of falsities within the no of lovers kissing and childen without sleds and no snowman standing there this where birdseed does not seed this where you steal with me i have loved inside of you and we have tasted our own yours being all a…
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Space.
Space. Lying here creation upon our dream invading sun feet run Always with me you can hear me close Let me down hold my hand rescue the tree limbs of bird and song Take these stars I picked them like berries for your mouth to kiss for your hair to shine Tiny silhouettes must be dragonflies and fireflies dancing across you…
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1000s
I have thousands of pages pages of thoughts pages of dreams pages of stories both sad and happy to sort through them all is my new project to decide what to burn and what might be good for something (anything) and as I read it, I see the paper was my therapist revealing my pain or joy without pride and without cover it’s…
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Every dream is flawed
She was born some time after than I was In those akward years Of blushes and discarded dolls The pretty coloured dresses In piles on the floor, A vision of ensuing chaos... As the rocking horse Rocked on its own, No one to ride him now The corners called Come...come here To be forgotten Come...come here We will find you a…
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Love
Love n trust It escapes me By questioning the character of another I wind up questioning my own And again feel alone How do I navigate love In a world so full... Of doubt fears and lies Maybe I'm too quick to jump Into love....n trust.. Or maybe I have no idea how to Tears roll down my face as I wonder As I ponder.....the…
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New Issue of Hot Valley Writers
Finally, the winter edition is here. Fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Thank you to all the PJ contributors and if you haven't contributed yet, shame on you. No, not really. But please think of submitting something for the next issue. http://www.hotvalleywriters.com
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springtime's magicwand flew like this
it began in her hands she was first spring small crocus purple as a dance shy as melting snowflakes scared of this big world she did come along touching lasted alongside night's oil lamp her warmth sound asleep cooled pillows last with old howling winds reaching inside us kindheartedness inclined within & out of a small…
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What's left
What’s left is the realization that you have what you always wanted somehow I just got caught back when you didn’t realize that you’d made the choice you’d already made the choice! I just got dragged into it to help your transition the transition from where you started to where you were going to help make your days less…
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new year
Recind the scenes of a year gone by fading as the solstice light on beaten paths A parcel of life posted to dream real no longer than it ever was A bazaar of intentions displays wares for sale solicitous shop-keeps below forth in zeal sure with familular trinkets of annual interest resolved to choose no matter the price…
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of the miraculous kind we are
just that swirling must it always be based on when things are new as if new must be everything like when everything is good as new I, quite frankly, would rather old as the dirt I love like where you hear breathing from a place where perhaps you really shouldn't settle in to relax the score & call the one you love, already…
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sensational (part IV)
having less in hand standing with hills fireflies over here it is snowing still those little lit up guys keep us warm small pieces of sun each one snowflakes run heavy while crying ice fishermen do without somehow this sun cools down darkens & slides away a sky playground swings & sways giggles, shouts, jumps, (while)…
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christmas light
inside lowered skies a deadlock has risen quite sideways something from cold deadly-nightshades hidden & transparent no passages of light given a hand everything left alone sunken like a ship cornucopia has without reaching into niceness a starving child rambling mother completely disheveled lost & forgotten here hope has…
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The end of the year
At the end of the year there's a lot of paperwork to do there's a bit of time to ponder the months past clear out clutter drop some debris take useful stuff to goodwill it's time to make charitable donations (before it's time to pay taxes) that's not the reason we do it but it's a side benefit taxes are coming due even…
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number 7 or maybe 8. it could be 10
I think you should go collect all of your insignificant others lay them at the plate of you praise all of them with your singing entirely and unevenly lay down and coddle remember and regret look forward to your gloriousness in the name of your father, and of your son, and of this holy spirit amen salt & fucking pepper
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poem: winter loving (part XVII)
had a snowflake had a dream or the dream had me all cold white cold covering silver bloodless blankets as far as the mind could go would scream a silent bit of pain as beauty touched us another split log went into the controlled blaze we were warmth the exact definition as all stars wept in frigedly treetop her golden…