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Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
edited May 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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I knew it all along, see?
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  • pennceepenncee Posts: 16
    Love is America, Johnny,
    Sometimes,
    Love is when you hear them blow the horn,
    On the road.

    Who remembers the road?
    Kerouac,
    You, me,
    The road,
    And all the places in between.

    Love is American Beauty,
    Love is in your tall tree, Johnny,
    Help me up.
    Love is in what we take from Anne Frank,
    Floor boards, a small window,
    Remember, always.

    Some just put words together.
    Some hear the rustle in the plastic.
    Some make us hear it, too.
    Some are just thankful for Johnny and his way.
    Some remember America…

    A different time,
    A different day,
    I am always thankful for the opportunity to read Johnny America,
    Because
    One needs somewhere to find a soul.
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    johnny america wrote:
    love is clear crystal skies black i kiss you under
    love is funeral speech insert scriptural verse
    love is a dead pigeon wedged in the curb

    the entire sidewalk is love
    entire worlds go without love
    and do not know what
    love is conundrums and puzzles and riddles
    love is soft laughter and visible breath shivering outside the diner

    love is black like the vinyl records and the asphalt that ties philadelphia together

    love is winning
    and losing
    streaks across the sky
    is the whistles heard out in the ocean

    love is gone

    love is forever

    love is the diary of anne frank
    on the road with kerouac
    love is my blood on page after page of sharp and insightful words
    some about love and what
    love is

    :thumbup:
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
  • pennceepenncee Posts: 16
    The touch of lips in winter
    Warm frost
    Please breath me
    Or
    Just a touch
    Rush up against me
    One last time
    Closure
    Around me
    Start over
    I wish you were here
    I want you now
    Never leave
    Just go
    Come back
    Black pavement calls out to me
    Makes me remember
    Indelible
    I wish you were here
    Love is
    What never leaves
    But knows never to return.......


    Too much Pink Floyd and memories, and cliches, and love.
    Holy mid-40s
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
  • zarocatzarocat Posts: 1,901
    love is a fuckin' mind fuck
    1996: Toronto
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  • sparticlesoupsparticlesoup Posts: 24
    zarocat wrote:
    love is a fuckin' mind fuck
    genitalia optionalis
  • pennceepenncee Posts: 16
    I look back at my replies to you and they are the few good poems I have ever written: the result of being in dialogue with your poems.

    Thank you for your postings—they have pushed all of us forward.
    I will miss your vision and the comfort of knowing you are out there sharing who you are.
    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
    In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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