Poetry and Water

Moments and Half Creatures

2011-11-12T16:12:00.000-08:00

The fairytale talk in every photo;
Six months on slow water;
Something to say like silk in the middle;
One night when God hears the garden;
Black, can be hardly, turning piano keys and starlights.

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Wind Woks

2011-11-12T16:05:00.000-08:00

Cats, have written meowing whispers;
A blow into my mouth beyond towering hills;
Into my arms of crystal, blankets of wax over body;

To the tune that skips over water, the salting breeze of
sparkle, care and no lines.

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night days

2011-11-12T16:03:00.000-08:00

Owls, old vintages wheels and cats;
The hole in the sun howling;
Twelve towels grinding softly against my spine;

On the floor, disappearing wax.

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Cupboards

2011-11-12T16:02:00.001-08:00

Angels plus three and laughter,

Reasons, nervousness, tables tops
Catching me, kitchen counters, moonlight
- Objects

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Clothes Lines

2011-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:00

Head, climbing pillows
I turn songs to mirrors
Then giggle
Like years so clear draws to daytime

A coat hangs with adventure
Rags move when clouds soak blue holds
Sleeves punish off water waves, off clothes
A slither on collars, smells tulips bows into lines
A locks on looks waves wavy stems of butterflies

The wind eats through
Air shaped flowers and windows
White soaking coats rolling movements and principles
Inside out, tulip bowls lovely something like hankerchiefs

All the laundry - a wedding dress
button holes

Waiting and wavering like an
ocean of squirrels

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Auto Thought

2011-08-12T14:00:00.001-07:00

"The light in the window turns black into celebration."

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My Ad

2011-08-12T13:55:00.000-07:00

I'm not a black hoop
a servant a teacher in a book
the for-ever in love refers to calendars outdated
I am a creative board allowing logic to be a nuisance

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Refer River

2011-08-12T13:48:00.000-07:00

black stones that hold a melody in my dust
ran what makes me authentic
the kicks and the bars the frugal citation
binded in a universe on page 1
those digits touching subjects and space

refer

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Criminal

2011-08-12T13:45:00.000-07:00

I want to hurt you like a choice.
A sedated man on trial for no reason.
Election friction sits on the gun at end of the day.

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NYC

2011-08-12T13:40:00.000-07:00

The seventh round of hands the death of serenades and
I love you's the way we fire that road of hawk and bullets
The newborn thing that has no worry no worn of worms in red apples
The law in no creation
the for o fight and thin of somethin
a drop of get exploding action
The axe of showtunes in the unbalance
I like to turn the stun of heat

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Zilla

2011-08-12T13:31:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you got to beat the cry in the gutter;
Beat the clock in the matter of letters this is the solemn sound;
of a poet - when poetry moves from mind to gold from bringing to color
to kind eternal function to flesh life can be a tunnel a wound
unmanage your tongue here - Un Press to beat yourself

The hint of tierra, please
The ghost to steal a garment
The ness confessions of learning

Hang your lyrics on liken slumps
Until you satisfy your tears

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Cake Brown Sugar

2011-08-12T13:24:00.000-07:00

Smooth like a stawberry straw in a starry shake
She made feel like red sky stalking a trophy torch
She dipped me in river whip cream, the nile flowed sweet

Empty to the top of pyramids with god like touches from youth
The hard filling cruded like oil into caramel edited deleted shoes
She was the captain, a caption of cotton queens, shaken bacon milkshake

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Caught in the Yours

2011-08-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

A hairpushes a brush through the pin lock, land of hair
Black blake tangles in we webs weak war
in tangs of tidal legs twist in tweek

Hold off hands tarnished wood in wok of work
Ushering the bred of lighted candles

Wed of shelter...grey pinned eyes- holds pain
Making get the claim

The glass sinning thighs - a concert - a walk in the park

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The American Waist Line

2011-08-12T13:06:00.000-07:00

Uncanny does paper find you sleeping with gnaw tips of advice;
Adversing the same soiled old for no good bowl of rice;
Have all the read reasons in your bed behaving like a copper wire book;
A body, in vein motor notepad, internet chat me up hooker hotline - lover and crooks.

So you tumble like a cake trampled, tapped out circus tramp;
Turkey all gobbled up in greasy fat cranberry sauce weight loss crime,
You're all hoisted up, your waist line, buttered crusted bread behind;
The scale says overweighted BABY please drop down Kid.

The por favor is beacuse you have a big mouth, too visor grip to control;
The governement doesn't have rules to shut down your spastic hole;
Your old dress will never come back in style, clown outfits are outdated;
Stop your feet fungus from smelling jitter bug, people think you stink and you're hated.

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No Man, Dishwashing!

2011-08-12T12:46:00.000-07:00

The exaltation sense burrowed energy, like dish detergent spotless;
The first sponge to the bubble dish, double hands, sweatless;
The face redirected to relegant recourse and recharge;
An apron relaxing in all the red lady bugs on green leafs large.

Quoting the neon powers of the dishwashers whallop whip, lollipop drain,
The mild smell of fish, odorous salmon lemon, course and de-boned fillet;
Yellow sponge deep fish diving into sinking metal cooling tap, wrapping;
Spaghetti tail, red wined cabonara sauce sticking to porcelain panning.

Cracking lettuce, dried red tomato lost, cesar bread crumbs on the dice;
On the window bothers the tiny black little after dinner fearless flies;
On the screen buzzing, stirring, bouncing like little rubber domestic balls;
I sing, the harmony from the my hands, dish-pan, grease, no gloves, no man.

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The American Boy

2011-08-12T12:45:00.000-07:00

I felt heaven, leave the the aved snow, in removal;
From the American Boy, a few days in the North;
Flawed wind from his windpipe spilt out in cruel sandpipers.

The white oil from sojourning burned his turned tongue angst;
That broke free the mountain, potted avalanche, climb;
His arms after ice picking, packed cold in a blood-sensei sun.

Beyond a look into the afternoon, a mirror morning light;
Diagram war, a burlesque butterfly pressed in passport molted rock;
Uncertain, in seconds, the seasnow bells and bald eagles cut elapsing.

A crawl after snow midway, two eyes - jasper his shrieks frozen retirement.

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untitled

2010-12-20T15:14:00.000-08:00

lips are beating in my storm
smacking

red robin
breast
pouter

barelegs harmful
blown on the back of my neck

her struugle is touching land

her hands on hips and tulips

she is thinly membraned

making my bed possess telegraphic

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Tea Spout

2010-12-20T15:10:00.000-08:00

hot,comes
out of smoking
tea pots

un-dresses
milk and grass

white,
gray collect
a closed spout

angry gas

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To A Star Gulper

2010-12-20T10:23:00.000-08:00

If you are gulping at the stars;
Why not, take the cup to your lips;
Make the smudged red off your lipstick;
Color the blushing of fiction science.

If the moon responds to create any kindness;
Arrest him and don't ask for him to die but write;
The voice that takes a train in a peaking light;
Ask the creator, to touch its perfume -
silver gray hills, open hands absorbing orchids.

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Wales

2010-12-19T13:41:00.001-08:00

I love you Sleeper, Driving Mad
On a mattress power Low Ness
I can’t hear the peeps of Attitude
You alone stone, sometimes at Night

I met a Meltdown Moon, Balcony
Views like purple flowers, castles
Windows outside, face falls,
Sounds whales, tapping, Ear drums

Net opening Ships, magic and wind

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Amazing

2010-12-19T13:28:00.000-08:00

You, the Peace of My earth, first
The Face, Precious Eyes, like Marble
Your heart, appears like a book of Jasmine
I want to take, crystals, your eyes, sparkle
You cannot fade, in the Park, where people walk

I listen to your beautiful and random, Things
I love the Example of Brilliant punctuation
Your hips in phrases and Sexy is possible
Your Sun is bombing my weak palm trees
You're Extraordinary in the translations of angels and nervousness

I gather my Tides for you,
My blood in the Hands of a mission called I Love You

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15:45

2010-12-19T13:17:00.001-08:00

Re - restless tired a rain turning , blunting across
You are a Sea, the sun the strength sky holding strokes
Ever, eager in aerial, She- Everest arrives, aimly grieving green

Bluest worry calls - stars want the to be moonlight in eaten music
The heat the menacing without you I – would freeze
The time to take in - the winter seas to beyond my sink

Unwash, white hope the the cliffs scalding clean,
Because I love you, doing dishes - who pieces love I can play again
Gathering the night to run the notes Olympus rings flames of fingers

I own amazing- places where I gave birth to night and all
The sun - suddenly a planted moonrash on a Monday –
My tears washing buckets and smiles - Degas

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2010-12-17T16:16:00.000-08:00

A Day Flower-Rain

I taught myself a miracle today;
To sip from my inside daisies;
A heart beyond healing angels;

But more important than that
I needed to retrieve-

My amen and my universe;
The flurries of my thickness;
That slides in and out of my chest;

My test undoing flapping wings;
Out of chimes behind my running -

The patience of my love that travels -
Further than my eyes can spin,
I want my skeleton to fall and heal,
And I will - my day I call your name Flower-Rain.

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2010-12-16T11:26:00.000-08:00

Spills

hot, sea spills
human hair humbled
not like today

no kind words blow
living - pressing against my shoulders
locks of summer wind
a note on a paper towel

being home
nothing wrong has happened
no agony
un-humble is in my coat wanted

my decisions are as
independent
as the days are strange

without warmth
clumsy I fall
when I feel
I can never seem to enjoy
what I have

imprints, my fascination
on the sound of disappointment
inside, the warmth of my home
a gust of fire, unexciting

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2010-12-16T11:18:00.000-08:00

Release

sound whips, skips, and breaks
gust of whipsers and quakes
the sound in hours, soils, and stains

screams the war on skin, white sheathing inside pain
the end is to the ground rough,
between the backwards and awake

the date with death in pins, the blood
manner to ashes are very weak
the knife to sever in complain

the breathing sun when the earth is gone
plucks the name of rage into the rain
the rings of tears, the red reached and done over

tears unconformed and flowing in divides
an affection unpolished to the ears
the rains carefully drop to the floor

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untitled

2010-12-16T11:16:00.000-08:00

the sky - sand and wind and hair
with little ease

tumbles hazel
soft willow ears

gentle mouse runs
grey into destiny

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fog

2010-12-16T11:15:00.000-08:00

fog,

throats and ropes
a cold night

a wind throw - silently desert
into the ruin of running grey

a whisperless
night, the white

fog

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untitled

2010-12-16T11:13:00.000-08:00

makes us deaf
the strokes of poems, on every key
wonders to the height, but never dies

looks like the dancing shapes
falling off the better

despite the song

well and stirs

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untitled

2010-12-16T11:10:00.000-08:00

the highway - is my moon
the wind a scent - chirping with cries of boys
every river is changing its clothes

without warmth

suddenly

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untitled

2010-12-16T11:07:00.000-08:00

a mouth and milk crumbs
melt again. butter

strawberries, rumple redder than the sea
the scream, delicious
never heard as the jam combs, white wheat

warm against wild honey hungry
a coffee cup with passionfruit skin
longing for

all morning. lake of stomaches
sea of marmalade.

a basket with tea tall flowers, orange
a sun is late. edible reddish orchids. bright mountains

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heaven

2010-12-16T10:58:00.000-08:00

heaven felt first
mighty angels running in the sun

my quiet spirit, beautiful
kept me from harming
anyone

a cool shade
it built me up and yielded
gentleness in my mind

for nothing of being, i should be

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eskimo

2010-12-16T10:56:00.000-08:00

i could be
every hunter's down
a clear blizzard blue in skiing hills

blue wings and shadows
butterflies - army bare armor
a roll of snowballs

---running eskimo feet

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a sound in the garden

2010-12-16T10:47:00.000-08:00

When you heart beats, it makes
a sound that can be found in gardens

made of: bare eardrums
shuffling of pauses and quiet
dragging of whispers and cool murmurs

touches my shoulders and grabs my insides
as tireless as wings of angels

a tongueless thought, the budding
effects of clouds

in your ears shrinks sweet, i call to you
till the rain stops
the whirs of the air
the chilling tap of air bubbles
twisting with caution

curious can be long
the must as moist moistens
the mist moves in
the clouds clousd over coming down comets condescending
yet the rain stays

too deeply
i - the white necked nightingale -
daring and open

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Motherhood

2010-12-16T10:41:00.000-08:00

about women who have been
worn by Motherhood
the eye the sunshine
is sunny

a face is in a sunroom with sobs
all her cooking is empty - ingredients
where a soul has, no recipe, blood

eggs are pushing
silently sunny side up
over cliffs, a cry is not a song
a bedless wind, becomes a bundled baby

if those wounds are in bandages detached
a cantoloupe blue
soft lays a gigantic wind
carrying her insides, now honey and cut through

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Dear Friend: Bella Akhmadulina, Russian Poet

2010-12-16T10:30:00.000-08:00

the dying sky in late
to see by tears
blue ghosts in silver

human hum shades
tall and shatterless glows

all the hills you climbed
and covered

droves and dwells in blue grass

come, so things, you
left behind
your footprints and the river

blasted over breasted bridge
and broken stops, it so went

gray grapes and age
rage, broken filled famine fear, revolutions

now bruises over blood is in the river

kept sinking, seeking, to be seered
red breast inside brown skin

oh heart, deep now a cave
craving, climbs candles channeled spirit
landscape mountain
desert water

wrestles 1/2 mile - life

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Good Recipe

2010-12-15T11:45:00.001-08:00

I’d prefer to die calmly and peacefully

happiness agrees -

I’d be a good recipe,
pears and peas,
baby sun, snow

sleeping bags, cunning shapes,
of elbows and macroni,
inside a cup of heart-i-chokes

an incurable illness, my last days
to the fish and feet – I call love

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Shoes

2010-12-13T08:19:00.000-08:00

My beautiful pair of shoes,

I heard complain, complain -
Don’t ever go down that miserable pathway again,
Don’t ever set your foot on bad terrain,
Don’t go on down roads on legs filled with pain,
Don’t carry on like this - in morning traffic lanes -

My beautiful pair of shoes said.

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happiness

2010-12-13T08:16:00.000-08:00

the best thing-
a heart shaped leaf
plants in bell shapes

thick,
a head of blue flowers
the two
unlike limestones
live,

leaves,
in swinging tones
of light
the tiny flowers, too

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You Are... the End of the Day

2010-12-13T08:10:00.000-08:00

carrying loads in your head
palm trees violently blush

overlay
of large roses, a red
open

windows

the seasons are pleasures
calm fruit juices and sugar

sweetly dancing without music

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To Dlin: If I am a Ghost

2010-12-12T14:23:00.000-08:00

The toothbrush, swabs the inside
Facial tooth, a far fairy tale
My hair in tangled knots, sleep
The mirrors see what pajamas smell
Pink - the meat of a woman

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To: D

2010-12-11T13:46:00.000-08:00

The air can face the stoniest wall
What is the deepest tragedy when there is no one at all
Hence the fact that a poem is always lingering
The thoughts of a blur worth shimmering

The last gloss to take to the glossy finish
A photo to listen and memory to diminish
A book to be read with words of dying honor
The glimpse of love, in a female petal and pending power

All the time that I’ve spent, not oval
In a circle of trapezoids and rhombus
The world has eyes to feel the very vision
The equal of scientific premonition and domination

The day is mine, in moments
The glory in glass pins and circles
Every flower must go noticed
Or the smell, passes just scent- a- cation

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Round in A Circle

2010-12-11T13:39:00.000-08:00

I’ve seen the cat run around in circle
In the circumference worthy of the sun
This with all the beams and beans of strings

The cat was black with back drawn up
To the sky, in the cutest stretch
Its tail purely female from the top

Round in a box, round and round
The room on the carpet, maroon and brown
It chased a mouse, Cleopatra, from the hall

The cat ran around, I’ve seen it
It’s eye pure energy white with clouds
For, no litter, no catnip, in the light of night
The ultraviolet, purple, guilty with sights

Thimble, thistle, whistle
The cat I know, your name
The cute little kitty playing games

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To: Poem (Beautiful Leaf With No Destination)

2010-12-11T13:25:00.000-08:00

Seeking the painting of beauty’s frustration
No dire desert dryness to tend you
Not the night to the long moon in dreary
The hunting of hummingbird and nightingale meekly

The handsome face of freedom sets its feet in free
Now the sky and the immortality is all but me
Too coward to let go of money’s strength and fraility
Human voice just floats off the tips of cotton waves, do you see

The water in haste hassles to hue in harmony
It races against your heart and no woman’s sails
No children chases the rainbow stars impale
The loud streets with rickshaw flowers gracing freckles

Last the mark left to imbed
The one of beauty that doesn’t sleep in your bed
You beg like light from small fire flames and place
Here is only beauty’s frustration, words in the gutter, uttering and out of place

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Vigor, Butterfly

2010-12-11T13:16:00.000-08:00

The joke is in the butterfly invigorated
whose wings and flutter has never been stimulated
Bbut her mother comes to ease the honey onto her wings

Her father watches as his watch constantly stings
the adult father butterfly undress with anger and frustration
The elation from the daughter butterfly grief

her mother is there to take the pain away
father refuses, brown, decaying leaf

The butterfly invigors, the muscles trigger
the last heart, rigored, two hearts,

released

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To: CL Thornton Poetry Soup

2010-12-11T13:12:00.000-08:00

So hush, your manliness imbedded in thorns
Your course poem for horse crud and crude corns
Make the magnet repèl from both sides of your ass
What an interesting poem from someone so crass

Well lets see if you can top yourself one more time
Make the lines a little longer and red so red like wine
Make the rhymes deep and faultering to a camel's hunch
Make the cheap words love the reader with a punch

What is it with your manliness imbedded in thorn,
Hush, CL, someday your poem will make your children mourn

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To: Spiritwind Wood (Poemhunter)

2010-12-11T13:05:00.000-08:00

Up in a dermis of dreams
A thousand acres high
The sky, so with birds

The clocks, winds with hand
Together, says the day to the night
Composed, in composure, sun beams

The glass raven glisten, slits
Eyes of open sheers, split

Sending seven dandelions, wilting
white, flowers

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To: Ivy Rain (Poemhunter)

2010-12-11T13:00:00.001-08:00

Class less acts of bizarre - happiness
Throws the winds to west wind and east
It travels along the coast in a balloon

Coming from all sides the pale enhancement
Pure love and enchantment
The severe, the preserve of persevere
The one thing to count on is the feeling of feeling good

The god who is within the threshold, wind
The bold, the gold and the one that can't be hassled

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Puragatory Holds An Ass: To Poemhunter Kay Shaw

2010-12-11T12:51:00.000-08:00

Do you the difference between heaven and hell
The girls and boys who prance around with a foul smell
What is the glory of heaven and hell, and are there Gods
Perhaps, the shortness of their genitals and the misshapen frowns

What is the stagnate in the vile stench victory
The monkeys that dance in cages with long hair and tempermental fury
Is it the time to lay your opinion and conviction on the loose line
The difference between heaven and hell is such a mighty fine line

If the picture is clear, the transparency will resolve to visible
The people will come together and make the separation viable

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To: Voicesnet

2010-12-11T12:50:00.000-08:00

She is no courtesy
But what divine light can be mine
No longer is she held a prisoner of the mind
Her mother is highly abusive with smile of grey perfume
Her father is another abusive liar in the rocking chair in the room
What can be all the hassle and long delay without a reasonable cause

At night an owl calls, the night snow dissolves

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envious daylight

2010-12-11T12:43:00.000-08:00

Sun I am not envious
Furious, bulb, luming

I am, not the earth
Still, stellar, green
Fortitude and fortune, solitude

The eyes, white tiger
Blue, salty thoughts

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Dead Summer Leaf

2010-12-11T12:38:00.000-08:00

He is her decaying leaf, her dead bag;
Her cuelty left over with desire;
He can’t please her stings much less;
Fill her air with fire.

Too less - do they know;
The sad deadness of the willow green;
The surest denial (he), the only love she has ever seen;
Cast in two fold the flag of false fallacy;
She has more now than any male fantasy;
Come what the earth hath held and moved, he is always the liar.

She has the run and bolting of every light and fair moon-
Wistful with the yellow, the blue and the crescent smiling fool.

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Colette's Breeze

2010-12-11T12:24:00.000-08:00

The seven times of breath lasted till all fortune tell;
The traitor with the fortune telling ball dispel;
All the over drama in my mind it did adrift;
The calming down the street on Greek gods and myth;
Mother or mercy that makes these calls a summer haul;
I take to the ocean the call in a sailing ships call;
All the sailor’s for all that they are truly typical true -

The sweetest time when her cool swift breath dances in the room.

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To: D

2010-11-20T15:39:00.000-08:00

This day, I wear as a glove
to evening, but nothing else
naked shelves devour self
stuff pouring out of books
breathing into me like power
ready as best as I can be

My space fills out like a bird
air lilies, lonely children
first born - I'm scared and in bent sticks

Yet, I smell the fragrance of candles, on its knees
it crawls to me
lingering from nostrils to ears
from air tight to fire tight in the sky
all of me, off the ground
and jumping real

These sunsets and days peel and pile into my vacancy

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Breakfast

2010-11-12T13:00:00.000-08:00

She – of rain and breakfast,
laying outside smoking bacon, honey bees

sitting in baby chair arms, open blue eyes,
sunflowers stroking teabags and lemon drops -
white buzzing sky

sipping 50 yards, voice spreading air, kites floating by
smell of toast,
sun dispersing, suntoast and buttercups
first summer, blossoming early evergreen and hazelnuts

her heart is made-
of kitchen things
between garden glass and flower garden-
peach cobbler and apple pie in the oven-

morning comes to her like seagulls flying over harbors.

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Youth

2010-10-15T17:52:00.000-07:00

I realize I‘m your cloud
In your face, as light and cosmic dust
Just blown from the waves of ultimate violets

If everything is you, purple
Flowers, in splitting yellow glow
Dandelions, daffodils fulfill

Sh! These shoes float on depth into you
Balloons lift onto air
I can fly, a cloud within a butterfly, collecting time

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- yellow canary -

2010-10-15T13:14:00.000-07:00

is sleep delicate, from frustration
an invention of lilies to unforgettable
from all things, no horror, in time flows
this alter in a thousand passionate woes

fingers mix passing and emotions
raining from the torn illiterate verb of no
vanishing into the eyes of sleep
sail into the vision of flight

nesting into white pupil eyes
a pool of exotic flowers sailing

stars stream from a tilt
walls echoing fire dancing walls
into a soar of despair and sweat
bubbles of evolving eternal - devotion is met

one crystal where our eyes flash
wings straight away - like feverish yellow canaries

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Solitude

2010-10-15T13:12:00.000-07:00

Solitude, I read it
To someone – lonely and desperate
I found it
and solidly it was borrowed from another heart

Solitude, I read it
Just love in someone’s soul

Because love had been lost.

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Bristles

2010-09-03T15:14:00.000-07:00

A virgin sculpture -
Words into multiple sublime - the way colors dry in wrapping,
A woman licks shivers the truth in champagne red bubbles,

The dry - in wrapping mad eyes;
She wipes her windows clean -
Searching for soft surfs -
Tight curling breaths.

A virgin sculpture succumbing to the rivers of avalanches;
Pinned to the heart beat of the sun -

What else is a lover for, the heat and the eerie.

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passionate angry

2010-09-03T14:47:00.002-07:00

mind transfers
property

-----underskirts

tip toes
-----exciting

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him - carnate

2010-09-03T14:47:00.001-07:00

grey hair

emanicated
him

choke
in clouds

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mud butter

2010-09-03T14:46:00.000-07:00

gums
in seclusion

gripping
on sidewalks

shriek

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string beans

2010-09-03T14:44:00.000-07:00

hollow
between thighs

push, eagerness

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honey hummingbird

2010-09-03T14:43:00.000-07:00

near
fingers

sweet

duet soft

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ransack

2010-09-03T14:42:00.002-07:00

roughness
to the ground

the sky
thrown down

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--childbirth--

2010-09-03T14:42:00.001-07:00

loose leaves
in pieces

violets
disorderly

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peach tree

2010-09-03T14:40:00.000-07:00

a natural slide
fine over

sweet

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--eyebrows---

2010-09-03T14:39:00.000-07:00

red with covered blood
staining floors
to skin

half open, half closed

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snow whistles

2010-08-29T11:22:00.000-07:00

white pillars, willow –
feet float feathers
the palms of feet

on the ground, printless

on the soil where women
have left their seeds

baby leaves and seeds -
shaping the air into
a bald sun, sinking sun

blows, blue afternoon, earth

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Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire Poetry Soup: You Can't Have What You Want

2010-08-29T10:27:00.000-07:00

I've taught changing seasons -

To write complexities
Away from something I call my pride
It has a dream with a face

Rolling in a voice
This house is in the night

Grasping a pool of light
White stars peaking - granules
A body up and breaking

I choose to create all these rattles.

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Inspired by Mysteria - Piptalk

2010-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00

She is herself - going

The sea out untroubled, sea
Stretching thoughts, sea

I see years, sea
I don't want to let go, no

No hearts, feeling
A heart, no heart -feeling young

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Inspired by LE and MS Voicesnet

2010-08-29T10:18:00.000-07:00

Heaven, smooth face and tranquil hands waits for -

Nesting in the dust for so long;
She withers and drops to the ground;
Like a flower that burns, leans, and in the ruins.

Her children pass her by in the doorway;
Waving goodbye to the witness – the tone of death;
Traction in their goodbye – the shallowest current.

For now, she is sitting on the floor;
Looking up at the empty sun;
As her children cry unilluminated.

Not having the energy to get up;
Nesting in the dust for so long;
She falls in slow, snow blindness.

Heaven gives her clothes – an effort in oldness;
Nesting in the dust;
She withers and drops.

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Inspired by CL Poetry Soup: Eat Fresh

2010-08-29T10:12:00.000-07:00

The eat, is fresh – like water

The drink, not the desert – humid
The thirst in heavens – blow in the wind

Deep vast in plains, plenty, wind
Light fingers, with sand gusting – dry
The cup – you drink, quench

The desert moon, heat is fresh – like water

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Inspired by J in Poetry Soup: Relic

2010-08-29T10:11:00.000-07:00

Moonlight drinks moon rushing to night song;
Night daffodil blows and I am thrushing song;
Weeping tears wearing spirit clothes;

Formerly, two tears – a thousand resurrections;
Of night covered in the rain –
My rain fire, rain fire – I am a relic.

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Inspired by Poetry Pages.Com : Good Morrow

2010-08-29T10:06:00.000-07:00

Good morrow drowned by sorrow;
Sorry gave me back my day.
In my mind I wanted to say,
Why is it that sorrow is such a bore?

Sorrow with its pressing life - two eyes to see -
Worry, worry sorry blue eyed dream, why me?
Hence we fly when dreams are sinking
Sorrow with its pressing life - two eyes to see.

Good morrow drowned by sorrow;
Sorry gave me back my day.
Hence we fly when dreams are sinking;
I shall sleep disturbed, silent and not afraid.

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Dear Sylvia: Violets and Me

2010-08-28T15:12:00.000-07:00

I can picture “sure no problem”
Alone with first glance, first surprise- my angel of fire
I believe it, I study it
Even though I don’t get it

If I get to heaven now
People still wouldn’t get it but I have the key
Without a hell out of mind, I wear cuts
I have to be sincere and keep my “oh-no’s” holy

It’s about noticing the contradictory male in a summer dress
I’m not addicted to her dynasty
Something in me just wants to be noticed

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Dear Sylvia: Stars Called Monstrousity

2010-08-28T15:11:00.000-07:00

With the wind born of stars, I want to show you the coolness of stones
I take shots at different angles, what do I call it -
A world just like you and me

I am walking in a dream, day over shadows
I would like to meet you in recovery
Between my wounds and my heart

The swelling and how it makes me feel
The truth is – a love affair and how molten lapses
A full moon dropping over grass

I’m standing alone thinking, I am an owl
As one hour walks flat through which the green crawls
One night solitary all – alone without windows

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Dear Sylvia : Fragile

2010-08-28T15:08:00.000-07:00

Patience smiles on her mouth,
She whispers her best rhapsody,
She has a white T-shirt,
She holds carefully -

The sky wet becomes
A curving story.
Erratic winds paraglide into her,
I follow the covers of this hard back book.

Into the white surface - a thousand atoms,
A face exploited, the way I want to suckle juice,
A female’s heart collapsing into a falling.

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Novel and Preface of Tears

2010-08-27T16:17:00.000-07:00

Night, deep-body

Me dreaming of perpetual truth -

As it occurs in the orchids of my fear
Let me pass the press of words
Is it true that I am listening to mere darkness
Or myself, my fear, having been heard so loud

I am always here sitting on the fence, objects that have come by
Daylight draping veil away from scraps of positive,
O reason, I raise my hands that have become slow
I take a moment to find thoughts used and old

I am clean of wonder, I have put the dogs to rest, tonight
Barking. They watch me. Big energy. Hooking night into my
Windows. As I crawl into bed. Bedroom is shuttering to the wind.
The sounds ripe on my body. My personal effort a drunk cat. Sleep. Black inspiration.

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The Now of Things

2010-08-17T17:53:00.000-07:00

If I leave love on the answering machine
and love leaves a comment
Turn the lights down and stop the lights from feeling so much

This is our moment extraordinary
Love is all we know, that love is just looking at me
All is more to more to me than I too dare adore you,
Leave the comment for me with love and so
Watch it eat our laughter as it sweeps my access

I leave love and it inches down scales and pumps me
We have even scores on our bingo cards
It measures like a good joke
Isn’t funny how we know each other now

A hurricane for a companion, this love
Wrestling with our bodies
Our good nature
To exist in peoples brain
I have tried to un -lower myself
Do you know what I mean

Do you desperately come easy like
The way candy and roses holds a girls heart
Help! do you feel - cross like
When your clothes feel like the felt of your hair
Whether you would know the feeling or not
Too long too short
Wavy or curly
As I look through my right eye and see you

It’s the way you release into my answers
A little more to learn
A little more to be strength
I would kill just to have you in my brain flow
I’m not stronger than you
I’m not harder than you
Before we leave our moods we will swing with each other

Does it seem cruel to never draw lines?

written for Jamie Thurston
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Young Soul with Ole' Feet

2010-08-16T11:58:00.000-07:00

It is for us - young girls
I walk all the time
All ways – in restless threshold and useless shaking

Toward what I call
I need to keep myself warm
On the right paths for my feet
Yesterday feels me because I am here today

Instead
I let the retinas of my eyes
Rumble
Circumspect on my face to see the worlds outer-shell

I think of the men
who are renegades
horses, black stallions, mustangs
I look out my window to nowhere
I see nothing

A new frontier called young girls
A body that holds pictures
Hold memories not for me but young girls
I go off in bold cries

Am I safe in my own arms
I give good luck its draw
Restless threshold and useless shaking
I shuffle in my confession to God

If I speak as a mouth should
And pull out chewing gum with my tongue
I am a young girl again

I am just a woman - a dead man walking in silence
No song to hold my head up high
Entangled is my gift of light

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Before Sex

2010-08-13T07:45:00.000-07:00

Words rolling down buildings
White tracks and traces wounds of love
Yes, it would lie as silence sailing in death valley

The dawn would trust a leaf, lifts weary upon hearing sad
Depth would forget seven cycles, a cloud (death), a wall and dismissal

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Not Much

2010-08-13T07:44:00.000-07:00

Although shots ring in my ears
My dreams withdrawal –
Not for me, but for my leftover sensibilities

To begin cruel- no splashes in war
Just soft glimpses of what used to be true
My body become a rest room

The stink of Gertude and John
Flicking fast, frustration into my throat
Of all people, repeating, repeating - over

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Odd and Cracked Appetite

2010-08-13T07:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I crawl into my skin - caring
About things I don’t know about –
It has a road - long and winding

So we live together as boy and girl
Special with unmarked meaning
Passionate fruit - cascading over bread

Salt - on glass rims
The taste seals my lips in privacy -
It’s more than the misery of my sanity
As purifying as mother and daughter

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A Dad's Heart

2010-08-05T15:29:00.000-07:00

My dad’s heart

His tides held anger screens
At 73, his life spun to the edge
He ran like native magic up to the very day
Swallowing his pride

How many friends he did enjoy
From far and near glances
Mother there to give him and receive
Suggestion and favors
The part of him that grieved and grieved

But often in the jungle
The memories of travelling , his business and golf
Served himself as a devoted teacher
Made him stronger and opened people’s eyes
Always there to be a man

Once upon a time,
Cups of coffee, lonely and important things -
Dwelled

My father - in that special place, no penalties

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Quiet

2010-07-26T09:55:00.000-07:00

now rain, a lazy river-
a call - whispers up a river-
a kiss - slow like waves-
about the wind down-
a kiss drives deep into the river and welcomes
hope - it closes in the veins of my heart-

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Peace is With Me

2010-07-25T17:34:00.001-07:00

Stay with me or be the blame
Make the matters worst or be the willing
Try your time and see where it leads

Perhaps in the stages of the universe can please
Will be better still, can not try and test the tantamount
Back to that place that makes a man – a man.

Let’s test that plan but have you got the courage to turn your back

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i reach for him, he was smoking goats

2010-07-25T17:29:00.000-07:00

I hated him for so long
To where, I don’t know, the rifle on the ground
Dead smiles, his father, the battleground

He was the smoke, the tool, the bug
His eyes, our eyes didn’t meet
The devil shook the death in me

Down, down his face and pride
Broken pieces of darkness, the rifle
His music to die on request to my ears

His lips, undeniably blue and out of breath
His face, in death - it hovered – I hated him for so long

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night

2010-07-25T17:28:00.001-07:00

dreams

2010-07-25T17:27:00.000-07:00

abandon

2010-07-25T17:26:00.000-07:00

left eye - circled - the sky
torches of hitchhiking light
blue, coats – ran – red

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haiku - dark

2010-07-25T17:25:00.000-07:00

My Beauty - Undead

2010-07-23T14:55:00.000-07:00

I am everything – not dead
element of fire – a body with
leaves over earth and sand
over love, over peace that begs
if words have candles like this -

I am not dead

fire standing on its feet
each think and to breathe
my beauty sleeps undead
at first, to stay, up to up - then red

I should stand and be left -
my beauty sleeps undead

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innocence of child

2010-07-13T17:14:00.000-07:00

twas, weakest beauty – white pages
lasting, beauty – taken by ages
white wings angels, in candles – tonight, as I

beauty, vital, full of grace
simple sound lasting birds lace
life - a hymns innocence, in-white fields

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reflection

2010-07-12T15:27:00.000-07:00

flowers, mouth of ivy
sounds sinking night, lily
two springs who knew belly lilacs
purple among fine tidals

I - at waters light

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love..of this

2010-07-12T15:15:00.000-07:00

the wind, one above flight, free voice
waves, of wind upon your waist
- yours, in the wind

desires - free evenings, wings
moon dozing in curiosity

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Madame Grace

2010-07-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

As a mother, a touching leaf -
through a river, never cold -
dropping skin off, one dove deep.

walks through heaven, but she as God -
through a heart not like rock -
takes my hand, we begin -

greatest roots, now a garden.

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deciduous love

2010-07-10T15:17:00.002-07:00

tinkerbell - leaves moon its night;
when cloud beside - chariot night;
waves consume - first a star, wind in night;

draws in flowers -

quiet as above -

night hibiscus lifts to moon;
purple wisteria tinkerbell fleets to moon,
whips and spurs, deciduous - love to flowers.

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Bird-Like

2010-07-10T15:17:00.001-07:00

bird, liquor’s sorrow -
chirp, by hint and hand -
has turned by fleeting peaks -
sweet, begin -

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To S: Her Appetite Has Fallen For Me

2010-07-06T19:57:00.000-07:00

a gamet of stars,
muddle through shots and freezes,
flashes of light and in breezes -

so gathers by night, so gathers by night.

every action in the brightness
heaven’s posture and mellow lightness
set is an argent friend – silence
the rod of night wipes and brushes the silver spoon in the mouth of the sky

in the catch of attention, in the catch of attention.

a breeze utters so slow,

soft as flat fleets the sky, soft as down, the onlook of original eyes
soft as weakest night

too suddenly,
shows its eyes and rolls in emotion
drinks up wax - from the sky in devotion
eyes be kind, to part, let dreams drive, stars keep alive
shooting arrows strains in shots of momentous Eros

the night, her appetite, has fallen for me.

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unforgetting sea

2010-07-01T17:13:00.000-07:00

I. tears might – full range, doves white
reach from full wind blue
sad falling tears in between
beauty from the moon’s eyes

II. and the midnight affect upon the sea
almost heaven as flowers plumed flesh
as doubly said – white breathless downy

III. a thought of beauty, herself
at once wings float the night
lunation adhering to innocence left at seaside
first feelings, first sea from sea-knocking love

IV. all turns to fade, at first
to unmake a final, listen to
set of waves on shelves begun
into the antigone sunrise breaking waves

V. on the (water) within bounds of reason
VI. tears fold easy, eyes see beyond the open

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