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Granpa Mojo
This is a tune I wrote for my dear de-part-ed land-lord George Melody inspired by Tom Waits Cemetery Polka, Gun Street Girl, Anywhere I lay my head and Apple ate'cha Well Granpa Mojo sure did like his pretty little things He’d get right up off that porch when he heard those young ones sing Well Granpa Mojo sure did like…
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i must away
i can not, my dear anymore i said i would not but i must i must away lifting him in her arms spinning, spinning smiles and laughter floated down with them to earth too heavy my dear i can not carry your pain chair rocking she soothes him your tongue slapping, flipping..pink with intention teeth bared foaming gentle my dear…
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How it happens
Some days, some nights, some mornings even some afternoons I fall in Love’s well more deeply then I remember how this whole rope was twisted together it was one time after another! a trail of flowers the intoxicating scent of the blossoms maybe a long daisy chain? made in golden afternoons or gardenias in silver moonlight?…
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Olive branch
On a day like today I don’t have much to give (with so much to do where I am) but I’ll share myself with you rather than cause any more pain by disappearing
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Fill the space
We can fill ourselves with loving, appreciative thoughts & feelings there is no room for self hate if the doors to our minds & hearts are jammed full with our own real goodness nothing untrue! So, when anxiety tries to get in, that loser gets the spot at the end of the line the better ideas will get in first Say to…
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The wearing of a simple(tons) hat
The wearing of a simple(tons) hat That’s not a hat it’s a life style! How easily the ego is embed(dead) with fashion Doesn’t mean that much to me? Does it mean that much to you? Vacillating between the joy of seeing it on Others expression, held back, creeping smile Across the faces lightening reaction Perceptible in…
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Investigative rounds going in circles
Investigative rounds going in circles Expressions exploding in mind’s eye Trying not to mind, trying makes it even More trying Focus on being Grateful brings me back to some Normalcy Almost three weeks of moment to moment non-focus, stream of consciousness So bubbled I feel like a bobble-head Being in observance without…
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A Home To Come Back To
For 18 years I was told I was fighting for the moral side With no home to come back to I had no room for pride. You tell me that supporting me, you've got my back But it's never been a backbone that I was lacking I was torn away the week my own child was born For this generation and the one before there's never been a…
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My gf illustrations, plz share some love with a "like"!
Here is a facebook link with my my girlfriend illustrations. She is working for an insurance but her love is illustration for kids...almost impossible to to have a job like that in Italy... Please share some love with "like" if you like it and please share the page!!!…
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The Rag Picker and the Wind
Where does the wind go After it blows thru her hair. As it moves thru the cool night air The church bell rings Carrying the broken silence of these small town streets Into valleys of history unknown. A pair of reading glasses sit upon the table Lonely for the words in a open book Placed by Og Mandino carefully One loving…
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Little Girl Lost
Toss me a penny,And all I receive Is a broken reflection, Of the little girl,Me. Can't count the wishes, Lost in the well, Those shooting star's, And pot of gold stare's Water and wishe's Again and again, Shattered and broken, Before I was ten. Please bring me happiness, Said to myself, As another penny, Flicker's to the…
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if forever were to end (words for Mary)
my sweet, sweet Mary how you've deceived,.. the color of trust has been washed in white. none too weary are we in this delicate time,. oh Mary, my sweet Mary... forever shall I sing your name and forever I will carry the blame,... for in my eyes you are still an angel of the highest order, my sweet, sweet Mary.
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Ulysses in Trieste
Asked for Ulysses by J.J. for Christmas and got it! Then I read the intro and remember, oh yeah Joyce lied in Trieste for 10 years and I'm going to Trieste for a concert this summer... OH YEAH!!! Anybody here read it? What did you think? I'm more accustomed to the romantics than modernists so it should be fun I've been…
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The Dead Poets Society
I don't know if the film "Dead Poets Society" has been mentioned here before but I'm throwing this out just in case it hasn't- it's one of my all time favorite movies. Watching that movie always inspires me to live fully. I'm always grateful for the reminder: Carpe diem. And of course, the film says so much about poetry.…
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here
i can't write uncomfortable as it is & i am very well used to living with bullshit broken oh yeah but moving along nicely because i don't quit beaten by my own hands & failed dreams pen & paper run this torture chamber filled with fractured bones, loss & suffering all that walks inside shadows something like demons…
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Blind Disguise
when you look into the mirror past the haze of your disguise can you look into your eyes can yousee the man inside. off into the distance you can see the eagles fly and you try and reach into the looking glass to be the eagle as it flys. but in the eyes of those around you you will always be right here waiting for the…
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PJ related Poem: Just GO!!!!
Just GO!!! I was heading South, across the state of Michigan, chasing the trail of a thunderstorm, but for what really? well a couple of books I'd already read, and to go to a car show in Detroit, what sense was that? none really. I was a Kerouac and a Cassidy rolled into one, screaming down the freeway and taking solstice…
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Poem for the Simpleton
(Three Years of Purple Contact Lenses, My Silence and Counting) I love myself or I want to die, unconscious moodswings make it hard to decide. I love her dearly yet remain on the fence, Faith fights doubt but faith speaks French. Hey there brain, what do the scapegoats claim? Hey there heart, session fixation or is it…
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Rippled Words
I haven't posted in the Poetry Forum, or really any other in a few months. Been busy, busy, busy. I love reading all of your poems and writings though, and you all know that. I have started my own poetry blog and I'd love for all of you to pay a visit...feel free to enjoy or to contribute. All are welcome. I hope to see…
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Sympathetic Lies
She exhaled slowly a cloud of sympathetic lies Into the air of deception In a room of false disguise . The serpent moves in liquid motion Between the lies and false tales that drip from painted walls While the eyes of elders look on from portraits of stained and broken glass Smoke fills the room. Flashes of light that…
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Love
I want to take care of your heart keep away any lonliness that might creep in and fight off all attackers that appear from remote parts I want to warm those dark corners of your mind and listen to whatever we might find I want to hold your hand when you’re afraid reknit you when you come untied whatever medicine you need,…
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musicians/bands/artists...
so who's in a band or is a solo artist, poet, writer, film maker, photographer, painter, artist/etc...? what sites do you use to post your songs/videos/ect..? planning on sharing my music and art with the world soon, just wondering in what ways everyone else does or have been...
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New Hot Valley Writers Out Today
Oh boy, it's the winter issue. Thanks again to all the PJ contributors. Our next issue in the summer will be pieces 100 words or less. Check out the submission details on the site or PM me for details. Thanks again and PLEASE submit. The more PJ people the better.…
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So lucky..I
I have chosen NOT to unleash on you all.., I promise.. Just like in '95., I am here trying my best... Those of you after..well.. X
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When you have to leave
Just go.
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Hope
That white morning haze there's something in it! that feeling of "Anything could happen today!" that feeling of the universe expanding that feeling of the top of one's head lifting off… to float up as if to see the day from the top of a peak or, that bird's nest up in the tall pine walk down here on the soft pine needles…
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Crow's Nest
Crow’s Nest I keep checking the weather For a drop of rain. Nothing falls but leaves on the page. Witness the cracks that form All around the window where Wind slips in and silence calls. “Wake up!” Says the lone sailor Bard on a ship creaking Far from safe landings. You’re all safe from Nothing but the stop And the moment…
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Wile e
So angelic,Yet so fierce Nesstled in the leaves, Kissed by the sun. Ears to the breeze. He's found a haven. A place to rest his head A panoramic view of the meadow, And all around him,Nature has gone silent. A silence so loud,Only he can relish. A sun so bright only he can bathe in. So Angelic,Yet so alone.
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sharing and haunting six (or more)
I like the way you wear my tangerine in your mouth I like the way you ship six and back I like the silver dangly darling(!) way to wear my earrings babe you’ve given what is dear to you listen, it is dear to me too share with me your day like the toasty sweater scarf and bundle around me you tossed like the salad moose…
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James Flames
Anyone else like his stuff? Hopefully next tour we get to see some of his work.