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My favorite line from your poem Chadwick--> "it's not simple"
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what is bored boring
the snoring elf lost magic
no more turtles' pond
it isn't windy for kites
smoke hasn't flame
hanging masterpieces without artworks
jumping kangaroo cannot go no more
a pitiful yet distant star dying
candles mounted on bicycle with flat tires in a rain
there is no red
nothing
went down for a go but no map
half a dollar left
maybe less
amputee
scooting wheelchair
her leg working overtime
& a brindle bullmastiff servicing without a name of his own
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
incubating trust from a crusty seed
in light aligned with the majestic sea
wind takes my charms over the mast
flying along with the gulls
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Love thisvogonpoetbythelake said:incubating trust from a crusty seed
in light aligned with the majestic sea
wind takes my charms over the mast
flying along with the gulls0 -
Liberace, Jabba The Hut, and Jezebell
Who'll consummate soul for a meal ticket
All for one and one for all mindless games
The stench of subterfuge
When at the Circus
The flying orangutang's there a weaving
Trying to make you believing
A whining narcissist in the background
Plays chess with the pawns
All in vain
Veracity of destiny will remain
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Wise is we
Is we wise
We is wise
I sew
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what about those cane fishin poles
over the hill other way around
boat dock sits easy
what floats lies lost upside down
there is no
a nearby forest sings
rain came through
you would not believe happy valley
if it were not for those ferns
then nothing
green & tree bark
moss against time's slow drawing
when darkness has its way
tree frogs give to this world
easily saved those tiptop heights
or
thickness bush
tangled up brush developing as it does
where tiny is like our moon
hidden in mist clouds
crawling around this night
here they put themselves under hibernation's spell
in this horde dreams are feathered castles nestled in close
nothing bad
just drifting along until breaking light finds its way
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
LongestRoad said:
Liberace, Jabba The Hut, and Jezebell
Who'll consummate soul for a meal ticket
All for one and one for all mindless games
The stench of subterfuge
When at the Circus
The flying orangutang's there a weaving
Trying to make you believing
A whining narcissist in the background
Plays chess with the pawns
All in vain
Veracity of destiny will remain
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$7 a week
count down slowing down
a weak display anyway
up & down emotion
caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle
a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should
crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares
why does she not
there are voices
but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie
it is expensive
the dive
broken upkeep as bone on meat
this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore)
they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake
accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows
bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings
it is like this one there
a unkind trip
our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us
a flood
the no nothing swim
drown down (with) dislocated
undone neon signs long time back
$7 a week
count down slowing down
a weak display anyway
up & down emotion
caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle
a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should
crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares
why does she not
there are voices
but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie
it is expensive
the dive
broken upkeep as bone on meat
this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore)
they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake
accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows
bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings
it is like this one there
a unkind trip
our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us
a flood
the no nothing swim
drown down (with) dislocated
undone neon signs long time back
it is an alice in chains typea crunch upside the head
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
I
robot
meaning making machine
living with my automatic negative thoughts
spun art from other peoples memories
I
mine
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I close my eyes and I can see you
but I don't know where
the place of my father's soldier image
where to roam not in this home
Gesticulation of this wench
Prayer for an answer
I close my eyes and I can see you
Praying to know
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Perception, pitch, hyperbole and hypothesis. A flowing union of humanity on the horizon. All as one, floating in song.Be strong, be loved.0
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lovePost edited by teamlovebone333 onHey nah nah nah nah ain't that somethin!0
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You're alright
I tell myself sometimes
When I feel doubts
Feelings of remorse is painful
Stupid things I should or shouldn't have done
Do they even matter to anyone but myself anymore?
Maybe the memories are there for some sort of reasons
to be forgiven
I need to forgive myself
It sounds so simplePost edited by Annafalk on0 -
dieing
a little more
comfortably everyday
for
having known you...Post edited by vogonpoetbythelake on0 -
beating the blues turns one to black...spin to green and yellow...brews floating down river...heart pounds for the fleshy floaty bloaty...speak of the devil...doll you cant win'em all0
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can you live for a thousand years in love,power and equality...yes i can..the flame of fire burns with Gods force and is only dimmed when one weakens...a weak foundation can never last...suffering is endurance...endurance in turn strength..strength is will to last in storms of opposers....and suffering can amplify joy..joy i real...0
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wondering where in turning turmoil
we would fare if turned
around or sent straight up a tree
christmas is ours
tomorrow is ours
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This reminds me of Tool's H.vogonpoetbythelake said:dieing
a little more
comfortably everyday
for
having known you...
"considerately killing me"
Best part is...it's true - in a gorgeously unexpected way.0 -
Feelings and sightings on my the way to work..
I feel like I've been here for a hundred years
A selfless act from a stranger
People talking, looking and thinking
The sun is shining
Things being moved up, down in and out
The leaves don't care, she can't walk straight
A paper roll in one hand and the phone in the other...Post edited by Annafalk on0
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