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tumult
good morning your face good morning and love good morning you green not like your chestnut street brown eyes and hair smells like the dew dropping down onto watering fresh grass and pink lilies mountains fold down as if our sky of day envelops the whole night of stars fire and time and everything everything and time clocks…
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A new sound
Insights came at unexpected moments. Sometimes it might happen while she was doing some task that required only half her attention, like the inevitable dishes, laundry folding, or food preparation. Those dull, unrelenting, repetitious chores that were the treadmill of a mother's life. Sometimes she tried to make them more…
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when bad things happen... I hope this helps
when bad things happen they encompass and enclose we can not see beyond or around we feel alone hidden our heart shrinks our minds close we are silent in our fear, unbreathable blackness moments to minutes to hours to days with the passing time without notice strength comes and it grows our eyes open we exhale in us is the…
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while it still beats
feeling like my aim is too high, thinking local not global, getting bogged down in the over-arching details that come from the minutia, my own assumptions that the tiniest of motions carries such a big wave. human capacity to team with life not teem with life is getting me down, heavy abandon all hope, pace yourself! so…
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sleepless napping house
sleepless napping house dreams dared me to balance life, love, liberty, libations livelihood licking at my toes ocean-side down the craigy steps all fore-warned of the riptide danger imminent, slow, crawling, crab-dancing lizard strikes a pose, lets me linger pensive his scaley skin is a lie to my eye I want to touch him,…
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embarassing moment
when you are in a poetry, spoken word class and your pen is scribbling as fast as you can with not a single stroke coming easily, you should not STOP writing whether you like it or not the skeleton hanging by Ida's door is hanging stripped and naked for all to see boy that carpeting is multi-hued! you wonder how old is it,…
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stretching sister
stretching sister in the garden reddened in her nature, blush full bliss blessings out stretched, look Man no hands! Impossible dimensions along the coastal spinal cord tapping into my lack of depth perception, foreshortened ground miles at sea, oceanic feelings crashing through adrenalin spills I haven't had this much…
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fire lilies (to be continued)
fire lilies in sun's pagoda why do you cry and from rain i am wet fire lilies bright as stars now i am blind light or night dark or open closed or brighter than vision fire lilies home around our bed your juice lies about this kingdom in our appetites we have busted through gold, black & salt water fire lilies your blue…
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almost flightful
your long soft aching cries deep in a long dark corridor minuscule door creeks quietly open floods light, sound, tears earth carved with tired worn feet blood stained and tethered hair sheered in mourning to free ...to free my wings twisted... sore... broken knotted tightly about my body leap to take flight finding knees…
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raw cleanse
holy smokes, well spring uprising, writhing in its potent sea, weed collecting, chakras spinning in all directions some perhaps not at all no hot seats here, warming to a kinder and none too polite way of being. Head wakes body follows, streaming consciousness Jah revealing, jaw revealing, I feel the calcium deposits in my…
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packet of matches
One day she noticed that he had somehow become like a smooth piece of sea glass rather than the sharp, reflective crystal he'd been before. She reminisced about how he was years earlier. He'd been unusual like a shaft of light cutting through a dusty room. Making the invisible suddenly visible to others. She let out a loud…
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delica testing 1 2 3
my life so small close I would pick with purpose shiny delicate ornaments and they would hang with thread when dealt great blows resistance made the glass melt changed like form to sand thin and have withstood the same and the blue sky and the voices and from those within without with in every thin g i ssee th rough
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june 10th 1972
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no nom clouds spoke confusion don't let me go they won the race we walked opposite directions what on on on on on on on on on on on right on midnight moon perhaps earlier or later there were was just don't suffer up straight called canopy candy summer birds candy…
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kids poetry...
my niece writes poetry. she wants to post her poetry online. i suggested pearl jam as the site beings it is the bomb-diggity for poets. a ghost as you quiver you stand in front of the ghost that haunts you. you don't know what to do but stand there ice cold. you say leave me alone. he doesn't leave. he picks you up and…
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for you
he took his first steps a road made of skulls his pack slung over shoulder he moved on into the unknown the sun meeting the curve of the earth dipping into the clouds made of fire he forged on determination seeped from his pores only realizing days into his pilgrimage this journey began long before his first step (for my…
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moon
love it when it is half, doors opened
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Cloud 4
These are the lyrics to a rather strange song I wrote a couple of years ago called 'Cloud 4'. It only had 1 verse (no chorus) and was mostly guitar solos played backwards over an acoustic guitar. On my fourth cloud and I'm waiting for tonight I'll never float down and I'll never make things right Never thought something…
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Perfect Still
the twilight pigeons call me to rest whoo-oo-oo-ooo bright grey...dusk falling bleeding out of me with the day and this day's troubles
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Having no real existence
Having no real existence, I haven't been missed like fog or mist on the mountainside it's so clear that there's more to fill in the space on a sunny day I thought I occupied a small corner, some quiet crevice? but, since I didn't really exist in a material way I guess, I didn't actually fill any place electricity, vapor…
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Summer Issue of Hot Valley Writers
Woo hoo. Hot off the press (or something like that). Check it out - as usual, we're well represented by PJ Forum folks. And thank you for your contributions. (If you don't know, we're a tiny online literary magazine. And always looking for submissions.) http://hotvalleywriters.com/Hot_Valley_ ... tents.html