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Strange how they can give one pause, no matter how one tries to dismiss them...
Poetry on the fly... no editing, just typing:
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birthday
random text greetings from friends
who I often give up on
(I'm not even in their top 100
on MySpace...)
a card from co-workers
an old friend sends a real written letter
the chimes on the church across the river
play a sort-of-off-key version
of Ode to Joy (or maybe the harmony drowned
the melody's message?),
and I wonde...
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Okay, I know no one reads this stuff. But luckily, I am not discouraged. Heh.
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I always knew
that when your feedback mellowed
to a shade of apathy
the dust would settle
into strictly tentative places
I guess I lacked those particular skills
to ascertain just why
you’d actively avoid these colors
naturally, I was tinted optimistic then
(you’d think I’d learn)
so I’ll coat my emotions in Teflon
and in half of a smile
and move about
fading back
into the o...
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A little sensual poetry for a Monday. How to be erotic without being blatant...
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stir
Up to my hips in metallic gem-light
seeing dark eyes feast
silver streaks
was that your heart going by?
Up to my ache in wordless seasoning
tasting more than
skin-salt and liquid moon foam
was that your soul I savor?
Up to my lust in satin aroma
inhaling much more than
essence of sequined man-tides
is this where ecstasy perfumes?
Up to my sanity in startle...
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Here's another terzanelle. It was written (surprisingly) quickly when I saw a man place a bouquet of white roses on the stoop of an abandoned building. I wrote the poem when I passed by the building a week later and the roses were still there.
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Still Life on Stairwell
He placed the roses down with so much care,
their breath became the sunlight, fading green,
which left a tender shadow on the stair,
and gave a final stroke of tourmaline
to soft, forgotten petal...
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When I was given the word "still" as a title to write with, I immediately came up with three different definitions in my mind. The first thing that came to mind was the adjective that suggests lack of movement. The second thing I thought of was the adverb suggesting always...continuous-ness. And the third was the noun that suggested a vessel in which liquor is distilled.
So here is what sprang from my fevered brain.
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still
I.
holding onto
the breath I should...
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Babylon 5,
Beads,
Beadworkers,
Brüka Theatre,
haiku,
I just finished reading...,
Literacy Nerds,
Read a Good Book Lately?,
Real People, Real Poetry,
Reno, Nevada,
April 18, 2005
If ever there was an inspiring, intelligent, sexy, multi-talented, kind & quick witted person in my life, Mona is it. And I believe that she will appreciate this one simple, declarative sentence, as would you appreciate her should you have the luck to meet her...
Birthdays
(blog entry)
Strange how they can give one pause, no matter how one tries to dismiss them...
Poetry on the fly... no editing, just typing:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
birthday
random text greetings from friends
who I often give up on
(I'm not even in their top ...
read more
more poetry
(blog entry)
Okay, I know no one reads this stuff. But luckily, I am not discouraged. Heh.
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I always knew
that when your feedback mellowed
to a shade of apathy
the dust would settle
into strictly tentative places
I guess I lacked tho...
read more
Sensual Poem
(blog entry)
A little sensual poetry for a Monday. How to be erotic without being blatant...
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stir
Up to my hips in metallic gem-light
seeing dark eyes feast
silver streaks
was that your heart going by?
Up to my ache in wor...
read more
A slice of time
(blog entry)
Here's another terzanelle. It was written (surprisingly) quickly when I saw a man place a bouquet of white roses on the stoop of an abandoned building. I wrote the poem when I passed by the building a week later and the roses were still there.
...
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Meanings
(blog entry)
When I was given the word "still" as a title to write with, I immediately came up with three different definitions in my mind. The first thing that came to mind was the adjective that suggests lack of movement. The second thing I thought of was ...
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