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Thankfully Thwarted

evsgjammevsgjamm Posts: 2,103
in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

Neck tilted up and to the right
Fingers ready, too
Sinuses clear
Breath is calm
Mouth open

Back to you now
Behind two closed doors
Catching no eye contact
With infinite whores

I do not want to meet you
You are not what I imagined
My hearts are full, dammit
And I'm happy at my desk


Vancouver '03, Paramount Theatre '05, Saskatoon '05, Calgary '05, Edmonton '05, Saskatoon '11, Calgary '11, Calgary '13

2010 WATCH IT GO TO FIRE!!

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    SpunkieSpunkie I come from downtown. Posts: 5,468
    Stay where you are 
    Eyes open sealed shut
    Down in the pit, stuck in the rut
    Muzzle the mutt

    Stay who are
    Comfortable peace
    Boughten earth no lease
    Aged to decease

    Stay what you are
    Born to ride free
    Cat scratching at flea
    No meaning to see

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    vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    and so it flows...
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    brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 40,678
    evsgjamm said:

    Neck tilted up and to the right
    Fingers ready, too
    Sinuses clear
    Breath is calm
    Mouth open

    Back to you now
    Behind two closed doors
    Catching no eye contact
    With infinite whores

    I do not want to meet you
    You are not what I imagined
    My hearts are full, dammit
    And I'm happy at my desk



    I dig it!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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    evsgjammevsgjamm Posts: 2,103
    Thanks Brian. I forgot about this poem so thanks for reminding me of it. I’ll write one on the spot for you. 


    Traveling through the sky,
    My thoughts sing about her. 
    Rubbing elbows with the stars,
    she waters my core to its core. 

    There is a sun, loving, about me. 
    It’s bright, giving and growing.
    there is a moon lurking below me. 
    It’s thin, cold and fading. 

    Sing to me moon sing to me 
    And Send me away moon. 
    Please Howl at me me moon, howl at me
    How’s it being me, moon?
    How’s it being me?
    Vancouver '03, Paramount Theatre '05, Saskatoon '05, Calgary '05, Edmonton '05, Saskatoon '11, Calgary '11, Calgary '13

    2010 WATCH IT GO TO FIRE!!
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    brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 40,678
    edited April 2020
    evsgjamm said:
    Thanks Brian. I forgot about this poem so thanks for reminding me of it. I’ll write one on the spot for you. 


    Traveling through the sky,
    My thoughts sing about her. 
    Rubbing elbows with the stars,
    she waters my core to its core. 

    There is a sun, loving, about me. 
    It’s bright, giving and growing.
    there is a moon lurking below me. 
    It’s thin, cold and fading. 

    Sing to me moon sing to me 
    And Send me away moon. 
    Please Howl at me me moon, howl at me
    How’s it being me, moon?
    How’s it being me?

    Brilliant muse pouring from your fingertips, evsgjamm- so good!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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