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Here's a quirky little piece, sure to twitch the corners of your mouth.
Dear TopCat and Pony
by ScatteredShowers©
Dear TopCat and Pony,
I do not know who you are
just that you have the greatest adventures
over castletops and solving mysteries
in caves
you come in the mail
with envelopes filled with numbers
and catalogs with names
that are not mine.
You are mine.
you remind me
I matter
even when others
do not seem to notice
my secret admirers
letters in blue ink,
printed to disguise Mother's handwriting
I will pretend to believe,
just like the Easter bunny,
long after knowing
you did not "exist"
afraid if I let on
you might stop being real.
I miss you, TopCat, take care of Pony,
Please write again soon.
love,
Katie
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Here's a quirky little piece, sure to twitch the corners of your mouth.
Dear TopCat and Pony
by ScatteredShowers©
Dear TopCat and Pony,
I do not know who you are
just that you have the greatest adventures
over castletops and solving mysteries
in caves
you come in the mail
with envelopes filled with numbers
and catalogs with names
that are not mine.
You are mine.
you remind me
I matter
even when others
do not seem to notice
my secret admirers
letters in blue ink,
printed to disguise Mother's handwriting
I will pretend to believe,
just like the Easter bunny,
long after knowing
you did not "exist"
afraid if I let on
you might stop being real.
I miss you, TopCat, take care of Pony,
Please write again soon.
love,
Katie
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That time of year rapidly approaches, so enjoy this little flight of fantasy before the terrifying reality of filling wish lists sets in.
Dear Tristan
by BooMerengue©
I heard you wishing very hard
I always try to please!
I hurried back to my workshop
And got down on my knees!
My workshop elves were all asleep
They’d finished all their chores!
But when I hollered “hey! wake up!”
I silenced all the snores!
My elves jumped straight up out of bed!
They said “What do you need?”
I told them I had heard your wish
And they went to work with speed!
Two tires here; handle bars there!
A handbreak but no horn!
And right before my eyes, my friend
A bicycle was born!
The bike was finished! Shiny new!
I looked at it real close.
And just as I was packing it
I felt a wet, cold nose!
I turned around and jumped for joy!
The wet cold nose was RED!
Rudolph smiled and bucked and reared-
“It’s not done!” he said.
“Why not?” I said- “Looks done to me!”
and watched as the elves gathered ‘round
And listening to them really close
I heard a magic sound!
The elves were singing The Magic Song!
And circling ‘round the room.
They stomped their feet and waved their hands
And then I heard a “Boom!”
They’d sprinkled Magic Dust, you see
All ‘round and ‘round your bike!
And they did something special here
Something I think you’ll like!
Rudolph touched it with his nose
The red paint glowed and glowed!
He wanted you to see your bike
Even if it snowed!
When you get going really fast
Be careful when you try
to jump your brother’s ramps because
This red bike just might fly!
That Magic Dust is wild stuff
You never really know
Exactly what it will do next
So go a little slow!
I hear that you’ve been pretty good
So I wanted to give you
The thing you wished the hardest for!
Your wishing has come true!
I have to go now, Little One!
I have other jobs to do!
But Merry Christmas, Tristan Boy!
And Happy New Year’s, too!”
Love,
SANTA CLAUS
December 24, 2003
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That time of year rapidly approaches, so enjoy this little flight of fantasy before the terrifying reality of filling wish lists sets in.
Dear Tristan
by BooMerengue©
I heard you wishing very hard
I always try to please!
I hurried back to my workshop
And got down on my knees!
My workshop elves were all asleep
They’d finished all their chores!
But when I hollered “hey! wake up!”
I silenced all the snores!
My elves jumped straight up out of bed!
They said “What do you need?”
I told them I had heard your wish
And they went to work with speed!
Two tires here; handle bars there!
A handbreak but no horn!
And right before my eyes, my friend
A bicycle was born!
The bike was finished! Shiny new!
I looked at it real close.
And just as I was packing it
I felt a wet, cold nose!
I turned around and jumped for joy!
The wet cold nose was RED!
Rudolph smiled and bucked and reared-
“It’s not done!” he said.
“Why not?” I said- “Looks done to me!”
and watched as the elves gathered ‘round
And listening to them really close
I heard a magic sound!
The elves were singing The Magic Song!
And circling ‘round the room.
They stomped their feet and waved their hands
And then I heard a “Boom!”
They’d sprinkled Magic Dust, you see
All ‘round and ‘round your bike!
And they did something special here
Something I think you’ll like!
Rudolph touched it with his nose
The red paint glowed and glowed!
He wanted you to see your bike
Even if it snowed!
When you get going really fast
Be careful when you try
to jump your brother’s ramps because
This red bike just might fly!
That Magic Dust is wild stuff
You never really know
Exactly what it will do next
So go a little slow!
I hear that you’ve been pretty good
So I wanted to give you
The thing you wished the hardest for!
Your wishing has come true!
I have to go now, Little One!
I have other jobs to do!
But Merry Christmas, Tristan Boy!
And Happy New Year’s, too!”
Love,
SANTA CLAUS
December 24, 2003
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Perfect for this time of year — football, beer, and a blonde.
Death at Howard's Pub
by sandspike©
Chair tilted at forty-five
back against the wall
two hundred brands behind the bar.
St. Pauli Girl my sixty-eighth
wasted vacation or job just begun.
Fraulien empty, order again
Carolina Blonde dressed in amber
longneck glistening in the neon.
Nectar parts these lips,
My Heart Explodes!
Killer thunderclap deafening only me.
All is gone...except,
an epitaph worth reading:
'he died doing 69,
a FINE Carolina Blonde'.
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Perfect for this time of year — football, beer, and a blonde.
Death at Howard's Pub
by sandspike©
Chair tilted at forty-five
back against the wall
two hundred brands behind the bar.
St. Pauli Girl my sixty-eighth
wasted vacation or job just begun.
Fraulien empty, order again
Carolina Blonde dressed in amber
longneck glistening in the neon.
Nectar parts these lips,
My Heart Explodes!
Killer thunderclap deafening only me.
All is gone...except,
an epitaph worth reading:
'he died doing 69,
a FINE Carolina Blonde'.
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LeBroz
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You can feel that morning chill in these words as well as in the world outside, as we rush to that frigid time of year.
Death in Amber
by champagne1982©
These golden days of amber dying
are still most warm.
Eager budding passes quick
from memory and verdant green
drifts into the sunny days
of fall. I love these most
of all
even though you left at autumn's end
and blustery winds blow me nearer
to the day, when, even though the sun
yet glinted in October’s sapphire sky,
you left.
I love these days when chill
frost nips at the tips of blades
of grass and naked trees bow
no more in the wind, their sails
of leaves gone away.
Departed.
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You can feel that morning chill in these words as well as in the world outside, as we rush to that frigid time of year.
Death in Amber
by champagne1982©
These golden days of amber dying
are still most warm.
Eager budding passes quick
from memory and verdant green
drifts into the sunny days
of fall. I love these most
of all
even though you left at autumn's end
and blustery winds blow me nearer
to the day, when, even though the sun
yet glinted in October’s sapphire sky,
you left.
I love these days when chill
frost nips at the tips of blades
of grass and naked trees bow
no more in the wind, their sails
of leaves gone away.
Departed.
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LeBroz
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The image of a lady as death is not quite as appealing as her symbolizing luck.
Death is a Lady
by Meanderingpoet©
There, stands my woman.
Her name given is fate.
But her intimates croon to her as destiny.
Whatever is my correlation?
To this star-eyes wanton beauty?
There, stands my woman.
Is she even mine?
Even as her hand rests
On that other man’s shoulder,
She casts her eyes at me
With a melting liquid fire glance
With lips part and she laughs.
Harsh, the sound of breaking glass,
As it travels past her lips.
Sticky shards of her voice tangle in my hair
There stands my woman.
Suddenly quiet, abruptly subdued
Sweet and gentle, and loyal to me.
There stands my woman.
Quicksilver and fierce.
Denouncing me and pillaging me
Of my very last breath.
The mesmerized call her destiny
Those who know her, call her death
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The image of a lady as death is not quite as appealing as her symbolizing luck.
Death is a Lady
by Meanderingpoet©
There, stands my woman.
Her name given is fate.
But her intimates croon to her as destiny.
Whatever is my correlation?
To this star-eyes wanton beauty?
There, stands my woman.
Is she even mine?
Even as her hand rests
On that other man’s shoulder,
She casts her eyes at me
With a melting liquid fire glance
With lips part and she laughs.
Harsh, the sound of breaking glass,
As it travels past her lips.
Sticky shards of her voice tangle in my hair
There stands my woman.
Suddenly quiet, abruptly subdued
Sweet and gentle, and loyal to me.
There stands my woman.
Quicksilver and fierce.
Denouncing me and pillaging me
Of my very last breath.
The mesmerized call her destiny
Those who know her, call her death
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LeBroz
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Poetry in even the mundane and nothing's more mundane than the SASE.
Death Of The Stamped, Self-Addressed Envelope
by JCSTREET©
DEATH OF THE STAMPED, SELF-ADDRESSED ENVELOPE
By JC STREET © 2004
For most they are
no more, these
winged beasts which carry only burden
back to the source
bearing bad tidings
I see my own hand inscribed
on the envelope and wonder who
could have sent this, until
the cold belly-hand grasps
its tidings of inconsequence, I
send them no more with my
paeans to word magic, I
use the computer instead to
cover the earth with dreams, like
Sherwin-Williams paint, I
staple copies to telegraph poles and
stick poems to the backs of moving vans, running
up from the Mississippi, Natchez to Scranton, I
let loose the doves of war, upthrusting
reams of them into the dawn, steal
piles of handbills left for boys in the dark and
substitute my own
messages of hope and drear
letters of sobbing need
invocations to all I have loved and filed as dried leaves in crannies
I need no more these missives of despair, instead
a longer envelope with imprint and faintly-viewed
drafts drawn upon
Bank of Boston
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Poetry in even the mundane and nothing's more mundane than the SASE.
Death Of The Stamped, Self-Addressed Envelope
by JCSTREET©
DEATH OF THE STAMPED, SELF-ADDRESSED ENVELOPE
By JC STREET © 2004
For most they are
no more, these
winged beasts which carry only burden
back to the source
bearing bad tidings
I see my own hand inscribed
on the envelope and wonder who
could have sent this, until
the cold belly-hand grasps
its tidings of inconsequence, I
send them no more with my
paeans to word magic, I
use the computer instead to
cover the earth with dreams, like
Sherwin-Williams paint, I
staple copies to telegraph poles and
stick poems to the backs of moving vans, running
up from the Mississippi, Natchez to Scranton, I
let loose the doves of war, upthrusting
reams of them into the dawn, steal
piles of handbills left for boys in the dark and
substitute my own
messages of hope and drear
letters of sobbing need
invocations to all I have loved and filed as dried leaves in crannies
I need no more these missives of despair, instead
a longer envelope with imprint and faintly-viewed
drafts drawn upon
Bank of Boston
-30-
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This is a compelling piece, of the earthquake ravaged region of Pakistan.
Debris On A Cresent's Trail
by Randi Grail©
I wrote you down
just outside of Sargodha
on a chariot of gold
disguised as rust and diesel.
You didn't last to station,
left a forgetful grip fluttering
and left me to flutter my way
across the climbs.
Up there, Indus waited
to guide us towards
the edge of heaven,
an Eden scorched by man
and torn to dust grey
rubble by a million years
wept in a heartbeat.
I wrote you, I know.
But I couldn't take you there.
A thousand hollow eyes
and staggering souls
would consume you,
erase you from my scribbled note
and my scratching mind.
This way at least, I'll have
the memory of release.
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This is a compelling piece, of the earthquake ravaged region of Pakistan.
Debris On A Cresent's Trail
by Randi Grail©
I wrote you down
just outside of Sargodha
on a chariot of gold
disguised as rust and diesel.
You didn't last to station,
left a forgetful grip fluttering
and left me to flutter my way
across the climbs.
Up there, Indus waited
to guide us towards
the edge of heaven,
an Eden scorched by man
and torn to dust grey
rubble by a million years
wept in a heartbeat.
I wrote you, I know.
But I couldn't take you there.
A thousand hollow eyes
and staggering souls
would consume you,
erase you from my scribbled note
and my scratching mind.
This way at least, I'll have
the memory of release.
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LeBroz
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And when your past catches up with you...
Debt
by silken_dreammaid©
Sluts, bitches and whores
line the streets of your past.
Their coin lies scattered
in the corners of unmade beds
yesterday has forgotten.
Flesh-sins bought and sold
for the fleeting reflections
of glories yet to be.
Time has always loved you,
gifting you the full measure
of fine sand, weightless
above the glass
of your shame.
Carving new scars upon the old,
hope colouring between the lines
and tomorrow shaking hands
with the Devil.
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And when your past catches up with you...
Debt
by silken_dreammaid©
Sluts, bitches and whores
line the streets of your past.
Their coin lies scattered
in the corners of unmade beds
yesterday has forgotten.
Flesh-sins bought and sold
for the fleeting reflections
of glories yet to be.
Time has always loved you,
gifting you the full measure
of fine sand, weightless
above the glass
of your shame.
Carving new scars upon the old,
hope colouring between the lines
and tomorrow shaking hands
with the Devil.
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LeBroz
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Extremely sparse — let's you fill in the blanks from all your relationships gone bad.
Deceived
by jgywnn©
Crystal clear
now.
Nothing true.
Sincerity lacking.
Feelings fostered,
by lies.
Plaything,
used,
discarded.
Faith and trust,
withheld.
You knew.
Time filler,
honesty absent.
Played the fool,
never again,
hollow now.
Deceived.
Copyright 2006 by jgywnn.
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Extremely sparse — let's you fill in the blanks from all your relationships gone bad.
Deceived
by jgywnn©
Crystal clear
now.
Nothing true.
Sincerity lacking.
Feelings fostered,
by lies.
Plaything,
used,
discarded.
Faith and trust,
withheld.
You knew.
Time filler,
honesty absent.
Played the fool,
never again,
hollow now.
Deceived.
Copyright 2006 by jgywnn.
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LeBroz
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A poetic lullaby for the adult — it is rather soothing, isn't it?
Deep Blue
by neonurotic©
Cool moon, stroke my midnight sky.
Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.
Dark tranquil waters, slowly rock-a-bye.
Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.
Deep blue above and below me,
I can't sleep tonight,
so send me adrift when I close my eyes.
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A poetic lullaby for the adult — it is rather soothing, isn't it?
Deep Blue
by neonurotic©
Cool moon, stroke my midnight sky.
Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.
Dark tranquil waters, slowly rock-a-bye.
Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.
Deep blue above and below me,
I can't sleep tonight,
so send me adrift when I close my eyes.
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LeBroz
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It's over so fast — read it again to feel what you may have missed. And let's start a 3-day weekend tomorrow with Liar's Definition-series.
deep breath
by Syndra Lynn©
singing my heart song
free to be me
answers to questions unasked
come from serenity
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It's over so fast — read it again to feel what you may have missed. And let's start a 3-day weekend tomorrow with Liar's Definition-series.
deep breath
by Syndra Lynn©
singing my heart song
free to be me
answers to questions unasked
come from serenity
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LeBroz
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So let's start this made up three-day weekend early with this first of Liar's Definition poems. She's not soft and sweet and she's got attitude — good picture emerges here. Enjoy.
Definition: Chara
by Liar©
lest I forget,
here is a knot
tied to recall
she
smells like lemon grass
and honest skin,
ginger
on open palms,
lavender, caraway
and countless questions
in her hair
and travels with a heavy bag
and a light heart
boots that take her there
jeans that doesn't give a damn
a jacket with an attitude
on encryption unknown to man
gold and pastel collared neck
antimatter black framed face
what else?
what not?
but I'm running out of page
o nine hundred,
domestics,
arrivals
lest
I forget
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So let's start this made up three-day weekend early with this first of Liar's Definition poems. She's not soft and sweet and she's got attitude — good picture emerges here. Enjoy.
Definition: Chara
by Liar©
lest I forget,
here is a knot
tied to recall
she
smells like lemon grass
and honest skin,
ginger
on open palms,
lavender, caraway
and countless questions
in her hair
and travels with a heavy bag
and a light heart
boots that take her there
jeans that doesn't give a damn
a jacket with an attitude
on encryption unknown to man
gold and pastel collared neck
antimatter black framed face
what else?
what not?
but I'm running out of page
o nine hundred,
domestics,
arrivals
lest
I forget
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My favorite in the series — its imagery is so vivid, being a third person so closely observing a couple's special intimate moment. Better than any movie.
Definition: Clara
by Liar©
always seven lumps
in coffee that could kill plague
and start revolutions
she laughs
at my disgusted stare
It's how they do it in Riyadh,
it's my cup, what do you care?
Who knows,
I say over the rim of my own plain black,
I just might cash in
that deep french rain check?
a melodic rumble laugh
a toss of already blond
bleached to impossibly white
a renegade drop
of black bittersweet
rolls down her chin
for a second
before swooped up and offered
glittering at the tip
of an extended index finger
it's the little things like that
that Clara only Clara only she
can magnify
Tell me now,
is this so bad?
she croons and leans closer
we sit
like that
the strangest siamese twins
in recorded history
eyes closed, breathless
in direct telepathy
fingertip
to
tongue
and then we know
those things
about one another
that not even lovers do
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My favorite in the series — its imagery is so vivid, being a third person so closely observing a couple's special intimate moment. Better than any movie.
Definition: Clara
by Liar©
always seven lumps
in coffee that could kill plague
and start revolutions
she laughs
at my disgusted stare
It's how they do it in Riyadh,
it's my cup, what do you care?
Who knows,
I say over the rim of my own plain black,
I just might cash in
that deep french rain check?
a melodic rumble laugh
a toss of already blond
bleached to impossibly white
a renegade drop
of black bittersweet
rolls down her chin
for a second
before swooped up and offered
glittering at the tip
of an extended index finger
it's the little things like that
that Clara only Clara only she
can magnify
Tell me now,
is this so bad?
she croons and leans closer
we sit
like that
the strangest siamese twins
in recorded history
eyes closed, breathless
in direct telepathy
fingertip
to
tongue
and then we know
those things
about one another
that not even lovers do
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So interogative laden, the reader feels compelled to provide an answer.
Definition: Daniel
by Liar©
All right,
how do I begin
penning a revolution,
that paradigm shift
world spun backwards,
black and white truths
inverted,
dogmas interplurally
connected for a while?
How do I capitulate
in words on paper,
like I did
I did I did
back then,
in fingers trailing
down an arm
to rest on whitened fist
and reassure
a dead end
cornered soul...
ever ever script
that kiss, that kiss,
that god damn
tender tendril
golden probes
that unfroze my numb
and never again
frightened heart?
How do I write
Daniel
into eternity?
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So interogative laden, the reader feels compelled to provide an answer.
Definition: Daniel
by Liar©
All right,
how do I begin
penning a revolution,
that paradigm shift
world spun backwards,
black and white truths
inverted,
dogmas interplurally
connected for a while?
How do I capitulate
in words on paper,
like I did
I did I did
back then,
in fingers trailing
down an arm
to rest on whitened fist
and reassure
a dead end
cornered soul...
It's all right
all right all right...
It always was,
and will be
forever...
How do I everall right all right...
It always was,
and will be
forever...
ever ever script
that kiss, that kiss,
that god damn
tender tendril
golden probes
that unfroze my numb
and never again
frightened heart?
How do I write
Daniel
into eternity?
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thank you Leon, this one was special!
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Don't thank me; if anyone deserves thanks, it is Liar. Use the link and give him a comment and your thanks.
Now here's one about how a hot lady will turn a man's world upside down and then, at its dizzying worst, she's gone.
Definition: Diane
by Liar©
A little bit more
than a human alive.
Each idea an epiphany,
every breath a swoon
or a sigh.
Too blue eyes,
too milky white thighs,
too luscious lips, heels, hips
and ambition alike.
Bipolar baby, tantrum dream,
fire and ice and whipped cream
dripping slipping down
in between.
Diane of love
like noone else
in red, always red
and lavender lace.
Too much expression
for just one face.
Mouth closed around
a bright blue lollipop,
lashes fluttering,
......don't you dare to stop
......don't you ever break
......my spell and your stare
while lavender and red
fell from sweetest of pink
pointed straight ahead.
......come closer, I don't bite
......but I just might today
......and yes,
......right there,
......you may
She came from the mountains
like a cliché
to rock my urban
on the rebound
ricochet world.
And I seized for a while
......Carpe Diane
with all my might
until kissed and mist
swirled her away.
She left with the summer
to strike like lightning
somewhere else.
I still to this day
remember the spectra
pink to lavender to blue,
the taste of whipped cream,
and the red blood
warming her skin
from beneath.
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Don't thank me; if anyone deserves thanks, it is Liar. Use the link and give him a comment and your thanks.
Now here's one about how a hot lady will turn a man's world upside down and then, at its dizzying worst, she's gone.
Definition: Diane
by Liar©
A little bit more
than a human alive.
Each idea an epiphany,
every breath a swoon
or a sigh.
Too blue eyes,
too milky white thighs,
too luscious lips, heels, hips
and ambition alike.
Bipolar baby, tantrum dream,
fire and ice and whipped cream
dripping slipping down
in between.
Diane of love
like noone else
in red, always red
and lavender lace.
Too much expression
for just one face.
Mouth closed around
a bright blue lollipop,
lashes fluttering,
......don't you dare to stop
......don't you ever break
......my spell and your stare
while lavender and red
fell from sweetest of pink
pointed straight ahead.
......come closer, I don't bite
......but I just might today
......and yes,
......right there,
......you may
She came from the mountains
like a cliché
to rock my urban
on the rebound
ricochet world.
And I seized for a while
......Carpe Diane
with all my might
until kissed and mist
swirled her away.
She left with the summer
to strike like lightning
somewhere else.
I still to this day
remember the spectra
pink to lavender to blue,
the taste of whipped cream,
and the red blood
warming her skin
from beneath.
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LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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Here she is, a gal everyone can love — a bubbly personality bringing joy to all she meets.
Definition: Karin
by Liar©
Look closer, meet Karin
Mother of a universe in the eyes
of optimism
Five foot five, two feet coming
alive to a syncopate beat
nursery rhyme.
But would you know it?
Boring business as usual
and slight trite
everyday attire.
Buttoned up, bravely beige,
designed for backdrop
to the glamorous.
A linedancer balance act
on the sidewalk edge
where it doesn't matter
anyway, is Karin's little
secret.
Drawing flowers on page 418
in the phonebook
where everyone's name is Gray,
to brighten up their day
holistically.
Karin likes that word
..........It means that what I do matters
..........even if you can't measure it,
..........so you should damn well
..........treasure it.
Because Karin knows
that when a child smiles,
and someone notice,
a fading ripple
domino chain reaction
will make us all glow,
if only the tiniest fraction.
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Here she is, a gal everyone can love — a bubbly personality bringing joy to all she meets.
Definition: Karin
by Liar©
Look closer, meet Karin
Mother of a universe in the eyes
of optimism
Five foot five, two feet coming
alive to a syncopate beat
nursery rhyme.
But would you know it?
Boring business as usual
and slight trite
everyday attire.
Buttoned up, bravely beige,
designed for backdrop
to the glamorous.
A linedancer balance act
on the sidewalk edge
where it doesn't matter
anyway, is Karin's little
secret.
Drawing flowers on page 418
in the phonebook
where everyone's name is Gray,
to brighten up their day
holistically.
Karin likes that word
..........It means that what I do matters
..........even if you can't measure it,
..........so you should damn well
..........treasure it.
Because Karin knows
that when a child smiles,
and someone notice,
a fading ripple
domino chain reaction
will make us all glow,
if only the tiniest fraction.
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LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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This is a gal that plays by her own rules, such as they are, and lets the chips fall where they may. Watch out — she may shock you 'proper' folk.
Definition: Lin
by Liar©
Character distilled,
scorched clean, compressed
to crystal pure impeccable.
Even back then
when she wouldn't dare
drawling...
would no longer crack
and fall under any mountain,
and carried my all,
my world, my word,
mine, me,
upon slender shoulders
and silly laughter,
juggling boulders,
bending steel
and spoons
and souls...
straight shooting
simplicity squared,
spun around silken
smooth song.
And not before long
eternity impaired
came together.
For Lin Linalora
Lovecat Libido knows...
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This is a gal that plays by her own rules, such as they are, and lets the chips fall where they may. Watch out — she may shock you 'proper' folk.
Definition: Lin
by Liar©
Character distilled,
scorched clean, compressed
to crystal pure impeccable.
Even back then
when she wouldn't dare
drawling...
I'm just a homely
country girl ya know.
Don't bother me
with Metro Blues,
take off your fancy shoes
and feel the sea
with me.
Lin Li-li Lovebug Lifelinecountry girl ya know.
Don't bother me
with Metro Blues,
take off your fancy shoes
and feel the sea
with me.
would no longer crack
and fall under any mountain,
and carried my all,
my world, my word,
mine, me,
upon slender shoulders
and silly laughter,
juggling boulders,
bending steel
and spoons
and souls...
Hay loco, why the gloom?
Let's shock the world,
right here, right now...
...or get us a room.
Banter like band-aid,Let's shock the world,
right here, right now...
...or get us a room.
straight shooting
simplicity squared,
spun around silken
smooth song.
And not before long
eternity impaired
came together.
For Lin Linalora
Lovecat Libido knows...
Heaven dwells
in a body warm kiss
and a hot cuppa joe
unsweeten'.
Y'all knows this
but any good thang
bears repeatin'
in a body warm kiss
and a hot cuppa joe
unsweeten'.
Y'all knows this
but any good thang
bears repeatin'
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LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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This is a wrap on Liar's Definition series just for you gals. Sounds like this is the sort of guy that'll charm the panties off you.
Definition: Sanjib
by Liar©
taller than most
thinner than everything
a breath that watches
and eyes that sing
he carries a book
he carries a knife
and his father's ring
all mortal man
and not afraid
of anything
Sanjib walks vividly
as if each step is ascent
a stairway to eternity
a thumping syncope
to heaven's symphony
but never too high
in harmony to heed
and stop for children
women, elders and tourists
Sanjib draws houses
combs his hair to the left
drives better
than he dances
likes Brodsky and Peanuts
and real English tea
he beckons me closer
and weaves his future
over another cup
of Lady Grey's finest
explains it all to me
a direction and dream
to marry a European girl
cherish, honor and achieve
and live by the sea
he probably will
because everyone can see
that even the gods swoon
when Sanjib smiles
at least
the European girls do
and bloody hell
(but I keep it to myself)
so do I
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This is a wrap on Liar's Definition series just for you gals. Sounds like this is the sort of guy that'll charm the panties off you.
Definition: Sanjib
by Liar©
taller than most
thinner than everything
a breath that watches
and eyes that sing
he carries a book
he carries a knife
and his father's ring
all mortal man
and not afraid
of anything
Sanjib walks vividly
as if each step is ascent
a stairway to eternity
a thumping syncope
to heaven's symphony
but never too high
in harmony to heed
and stop for children
women, elders and tourists
Sanjib draws houses
combs his hair to the left
drives better
than he dances
likes Brodsky and Peanuts
and real English tea
he beckons me closer
and weaves his future
over another cup
of Lady Grey's finest
explains it all to me
a direction and dream
to marry a European girl
cherish, honor and achieve
and live by the sea
he probably will
because everyone can see
that even the gods swoon
when Sanjib smiles
at least
the European girls do
and bloody hell
(but I keep it to myself)
so do I
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LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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I don't particularly like list poems, but here it seems to work with the help of the final stanza.
Definitions
by LadyJeanne©
Hurt
is that sick to your stomach feeling,
a tight knot or heavy weight,
low inside.
Disappointment
is that "Fuck! I really wanted it" feeling,
a swift sinking of hope
into your knees.
Suspicion
is that halting, vaguely uneasy feeling,
a qualm not so easily dismissed
from your mind.
Intimacy
is that "No one sees me like you do" feeling,
an undefended bareness revealed
within a safe haven.
Betrayal
is that chill down your spine feeling,
an inexorable wave descending
from head to ass.
Love
is that "I would spare you from this" feeling,
an open warmth that guides
your words and deeds.
Regret
is that dull, achy all over feeling,
a wish that things hadn't turned out
quite as they did.
Bitter
is that dawning recognition that such feelings
are incomprehensible to you
without a list.
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I don't particularly like list poems, but here it seems to work with the help of the final stanza.
Definitions
by LadyJeanne©
Hurt
is that sick to your stomach feeling,
a tight knot or heavy weight,
low inside.
Disappointment
is that "Fuck! I really wanted it" feeling,
a swift sinking of hope
into your knees.
Suspicion
is that halting, vaguely uneasy feeling,
a qualm not so easily dismissed
from your mind.
Intimacy
is that "No one sees me like you do" feeling,
an undefended bareness revealed
within a safe haven.
Betrayal
is that chill down your spine feeling,
an inexorable wave descending
from head to ass.
Love
is that "I would spare you from this" feeling,
an open warmth that guides
your words and deeds.
Regret
is that dull, achy all over feeling,
a wish that things hadn't turned out
quite as they did.
Bitter
is that dawning recognition that such feelings
are incomprehensible to you
without a list.
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TheRainMan
black & tan
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you got the stamina, Leon.
LeBroz
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Stamina? More like plodding through the desert, going from oasis to oasis, looking for the rare piece that piques my interest {or that of a poet}.
Now here's an odd piece that plays so creatively with words and phrases that you may want to read it more than once. My first impulse was to skip over it but it was done so well I felt drawn to it, if only to explore all the word play. See how you feel.
Deja Vu
by JCSTREET©
DÉJÀ VU 7709110TT/
By JC STREET © 2004 all rights reserved
Minutes tick by minute
by minute they tick
by I
see their faces
ticking by
minute by minute
clock hands sever
thought threads
spun in the dark
the ghosts of twilight
will they disappear?
No
island is a man’s
succor
Sharks wolf their share and share
spare
are the bones they leave they
leave for town
ii.
There was a meet
market
in Cheyenne, i believe
She was at the bar when
the sharks took her
the tide
breaking and tearing at the sand
sworled a rose in the sea
From the gunship, blood
looks sticky
then dark
then gone
rips and whirlpools
twilight
iii.
Dawn!
twilight in retrospect
the hollow churn turns
belly to butter, better
to sleep
Night
tunneled away over the fields, moon
struck down the tree by the window
silver-strangled, spectral its fingers
reach into the room
minute by minute
Minute by minute they pass
they pass
they pass
into the shadows
light licking over them
dappled
as they disappear
iv.
Minute by minute the worm shrugs
and moves and twists
behind the eyes
What does it know of time?
that minute by minute
ticks by
v.
Levitation, she said
eye-sparkled
with excitement
She had returned from the desert, in
the desert
quiet and still
is
--30--
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Stamina? More like plodding through the desert, going from oasis to oasis, looking for the rare piece that piques my interest {or that of a poet}.
Now here's an odd piece that plays so creatively with words and phrases that you may want to read it more than once. My first impulse was to skip over it but it was done so well I felt drawn to it, if only to explore all the word play. See how you feel.
Deja Vu
by JCSTREET©
DÉJÀ VU 7709110TT/
By JC STREET © 2004 all rights reserved
Minutes tick by minute
by minute they tick
by I
see their faces
ticking by
minute by minute
clock hands sever
thought threads
spun in the dark
the ghosts of twilight
will they disappear?
No
island is a man’s
succor
Sharks wolf their share and share
spare
are the bones they leave they
leave for town
ii.
There was a meet
market
in Cheyenne, i believe
She was at the bar when
the sharks took her
the tide
breaking and tearing at the sand
sworled a rose in the sea
From the gunship, blood
looks sticky
then dark
then gone
rips and whirlpools
twilight
iii.
Dawn!
twilight in retrospect
the hollow churn turns
belly to butter, better
to sleep
Night
tunneled away over the fields, moon
struck down the tree by the window
silver-strangled, spectral its fingers
reach into the room
minute by minute
Minute by minute they pass
they pass
they pass
into the shadows
light licking over them
dappled
as they disappear
iv.
Minute by minute the worm shrugs
and moves and twists
behind the eyes
What does it know of time?
that minute by minute
ticks by
v.
Levitation, she said
eye-sparkled
with excitement
She had returned from the desert, in
the desert
quiet and still
is
--30--
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LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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A light, delicate, lilting quality to this; perhaps brought along by the rhyming and the gerunds. An interesting effect.
Delicate Observations
by sack©
Milkweed seeds flying
on gossamer wings
Tulip petals crying
once proud kings
Fragile seashells lying
a lovely color sings
Newborn robins trying
learning many things
Featherweight spiders gliding
another generation brings
Baby owls sighing
while morning frost stings
Lovers' knots tying
heartfelt desire wrings!
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A light, delicate, lilting quality to this; perhaps brought along by the rhyming and the gerunds. An interesting effect.
Delicate Observations
by sack©
Milkweed seeds flying
on gossamer wings
Tulip petals crying
once proud kings
Fragile seashells lying
a lovely color sings
Newborn robins trying
learning many things
Featherweight spiders gliding
another generation brings
Baby owls sighing
while morning frost stings
Lovers' knots tying
heartfelt desire wrings!
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