

Observance on a WednesdayThey leave Early andObservance on a Wednesday
At 3 she comes in
I know She dances
From her pointed toes
Manic and raging Powerful, graceful
She destroys the world when she sips her glass
In the chair
In the back The lonely artist sat
rewriting rhythm subtly, as his
eyes dashed to and fro
He don’t write No poems Any more Just postcards of blurry
nothing, jumping Sharp in the light.


untitledIt began simply: He tied his shoes and walked into the cold, His coat half on. She folded her hands into white gloves, She breathed.untitled
It began quietly, One finger drops, another finger rises. Echoes roll of windows, Falling into blushed ears.
Time grew as miles do: cold echoes sinking and hot passions rising, B


RhoShe's a hymn. sweet heavenly hands raised gentle morning church hymn, and she doesn't even believe in GodRho


BluesJohnny Says “Hey man I gotta quit this town, the poets are all burnt and the cigarettes rancids.”Blues
Says the guitar man ain’t been around for years, them damned blue devils cryin out his ransom
Says “I gotta find me some woman: some damned angel woman to wash these hellhounds outta my hair. Yeah, I gotta find me some woman to get the devil outta my hair."
He says, "Look man, I don’t think youre feeling it: this town ain’t dreamin no more, It’s been receding for years. This place was jiving but now its bleeding. I keep calling out but the poets won’t stop reading
And I keep hearing these hellho
chicago1

Sunday 10:30 amspeaking- the act of skyscraper pennies bombed onto businessmen- my lips sow shut, brimful as seats hit the pew crested hands gossip amongst- muted lips to deaf ears as seats hit the pew fumbled into handbags hands holding rosaries with grocery shelf thoughts -the professionals work as seats hit the pew the procession holds gazes with the sunlight baldness of the deacon singing his songs like he’s not senile and a bow and a turn and the priest breathes as seats hit the pew fibbing virginity Parkinson’s plays piano withSunday 10:30 am
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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I smiled across the room, embarrassed rogue
through sheets of smoke.
Her stare burned my smile to ash.
if you want, my e-mail address is:
levendredi@gmail.com
I lost your screen name.
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I smiled across the room, embarrassed rogue
through sheets of smoke.
Her stare burned my smile to ash.
but thanks : )
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Oh damn kid, Charlie you've gon' got y'rself in shit.
Keep up the great work.
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"...what Peace there may be in Silence."
4 out of 5 doctors agree. Shut up.
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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They don't sleep anymore on the beach.
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Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.
Or 'Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.'
the highlights:
Blues Chant (simply amazing.)
The Youth (no wonder it made daily deviantion, its absolutely brilliant. the voice is so specific and every detail fits together wonderfully.)
Everyone Loves Everyone (a little cliche, but nice)
Leaving The Party Early
i love the tributes to Georgia and your rare but strong rhymes. no one seems to write love poems to their hometowns anymore these days. i commend you. check out some of my work, you might enjoy it.
- margaret
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ars longa. vita brevis.
1. That more people get the privilege of viewing your work and soaking it in. (DD should help with that a bit but the thought remains all the same)
and
2. That by watching you I will have the opprotunity to experience more of your wonderful work.
Le'chájim,
~jt
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Posts above signature are snarkier than they appear.
keep it up, i'm going to be watching you
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the casting of this pebble from your hand alters the center of gravity of the universe
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the casting of this pebble from your hand alters the center of gravity of the universe
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"When angry, count to a hundred. When very angry, swear."
--Mark Twain
you have incredible talent, and i look forward to reading more of your work.
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"isn't it a pity how we take each other's love without thinking anymore ... "
-George Harrison
i love to write poetry too
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i am nobody and nobodys perfect therefore i am perfect
Why be difficult when with a bit of effort you can be impossible
*Altered-Anatomy-Club JOIN
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buy the ticket, take the ride - HST
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Swearengen: "The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more fucking punishment in store. "
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"It must be a Thursday, I could never get the hang of Thursdays..." -Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
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