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The Petrels
The petrels have scented wings
fragrant from the salt air...
A waft of a breeze from the low-tide mark
brought the scent off
a shingle bank
of the petrel
to my balcony
on which I stand...
A petrel…
ContinueAdded by Susannah MacDonald on May 21, 2012 at 12:00 — No Comments
Inanimate things endure
as you mother rot, a corpse
among the angels of heaven.
No more rat dog and horse,
or apple tree bowing
by the stream it drank from
in the summery meadow
of fat cattle lowing
and horses grown sleek.
Added by mark thomas prisco on May 21, 2012 at 11:32 — No Comments
The hands clean, now quiet.
still. recovering. end
of century nerves. and
decadence. eye
sharp. see, much better.
legs like these, arms
are tight, muscular,
lean andangular.
long, hard muchlonger
Into-you. This morning
*
the ½ moon still high
saw you too.
at the same time:
mad it is – 4 him
not…
ContinueAdded by mark thomas prisco on May 21, 2012 at 11:31 — No Comments
Telenannnied Vessels In A Fractal Show
While following a ventilated translation
from a lucky find 2nd hand book
my eyes lift, with the lightness
and perfection expected
from the bright black language
in lines of writing, landing
immediately far below, on the long
black shore in the crystal
ball of twilight...Inside, with, drawn
to this, I appreciate…
ContinueAdded by Dean English on May 20, 2012 at 9:53 — 2 Comments
Do I Intimidate You, Boy?
Do I intimidate you, boy,
Since I know who I am inside,
And because there is no way
That you can make me feel inferior?
Do I intimidate you, boy,
Because you aren’t hard as you think?
Your shaking knees give way
And give up on your false exterior.
Do I intimidate you, boy,
Because I know what I am worth,
And nothing you can say
Can ever make me less valuable?
Do I intimidate you, boy,
Because “now” is not an…
Added by Kayla Collingwood on May 18, 2012 at 22:36 — 1 Comment
I've never told you
I've never told you
if you haven’t been around me,
my heart would stop beating.
My heart would turn into
a rusty silent bell
hanging on a God's forgotten belfry.
I've never told you …
Added by Romi Schnider on May 18, 2012 at 10:48 — No Comments
dawn ride
Added by Peter Le Baige on May 16, 2012 at 11:02 — 5 Comments
sunshowers
Added by Peter Le Baige on May 16, 2012 at 9:30 — No Comments
A Promise Made
“I promise I’ll be back” he said “when this deployment’s done”
I said “why are you fighting for a war that can’t be won?”
He said, “when I return the memories of it will fade;
Just keep the faith and I will keep the promise that I made”
He said “I’ll try my best to send a letter every day;
I may not always do it but I’ll try in every way;
but just in case there is a gap don’t…
When You Are With Me Don't:
Y, when you are with me don't:
Put on the washing machine as soon as I get home from work.
Talk loudly when I'm beside you.
Rustle plastic bags.
M, when you are with me don't:
Go on about your latest money making scheme.
Tell me more than twice you regret doing something to a stranger.
Ws, when you are with me don't:
Pick my brain.
Ask me for tips to help you do better but then purposely give me nothing in…
ContinueAdded by hamish withers on May 13, 2012 at 13:53 — No Comments
When You Are With Me:
When you are with me:
See me in a positive light, or try to.
Touch my hand, my shoulder, my face, or my leg.
Speak calmly and kindly.
Laugh joyfully and openly.
Listen to the music I'm playing on the stereo and praise it, or even better momentarily tap, sing, or dance to it.
Taste the food and drink I have bought sometimes just for you and thank me for it.
And when I'm with you, I'll do the same.
Copyright: H. Withers 2012.
Added by hamish withers on May 13, 2012 at 13:41 — No Comments
When you Aren't With Me
When you aren't with me:
Forget any stupid thing I did, or said, or wrote to you or others.
Think of me nicely, or at least fairly.
Laugh or smile at something I once said, or did, or wrote.
Reply to one of my email's questions, or send me a completely new one.
Call me or leave me a message.
Write me a letter or a postcard.
Mail me some food.
Play the cd or tape/s I gave you.
Read the mag, or articles, or books I gave…
ContinueAdded by hamish withers on May 13, 2012 at 13:31 — 4 Comments
Eyes with Thought
Sitting here in my chair without a care; looking through the eyes of my house to the outside world, all the sights that I see bring thoughts that flow through me.
Into my brain they get mixed around ,down the body drain they do flow.
Trapped inside you get the buzz ,makes you think how lucky you are, sitting there in that chair, with a view that does that to you. Fills your life just by natures lovely sight ,
We do look, but do not see we…
ContinueAdded by Carl Maich on May 13, 2012 at 13:00 — 2 Comments
from The Makeful Randoms
6.
Older Version Of Mayan Calendar Continuing
Past 2012 Discovered In Guatemala.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the movement caused by breathing,
the beating of your heart, the…
ContinueAdded by Dean English on May 11, 2012 at 7:00 — 2 Comments
The Birds
The blackbirds seem
to be watchful for the End of Days
of a distant destination yet to come
floating in the Sea of the Infinite
islands of consciousness
visible through the tangle of branches
of confused minds
like veins and synapses
bearing…
ContinueAdded by Susannah MacDonald on May 10, 2012 at 20:30 — 7 Comments
Live Practising Letting Go
Don’t over press the crease,
let the garment fashion itself;
new friends fit, or they don’t.
Over committing wears thin;
laugh only if you can’t not,
and live practising letting go.
Practising, like a lawyer,
like a surgeon, finished with training
and not like a child
learning dance within the multitude
of lumbering…
ContinueAdded by Dean English on May 8, 2012 at 13:15 — No Comments
from The Unconscious Enemy List
When the best you can do is average,
average is perfect.
Surrender unto those who are faster,
funnier, wiser.
Surrender to those more creative, better
parkers, diplomats, clairvoyants;
who are taller, stranger, more alien; …
ContinueAdded by Dean English on May 8, 2012 at 8:35 — No Comments
Unrequited.
YOU ARE:
You are a gentle breeze,
Cooling me in the summer’s sun.
You are the golden sun light.
Shining through autumn leaves.
You are a close embrace.
On a cold winters night.
You are as delicate,
As springs first blossom.
I love all of these things.
Yet none of them are mine.
You are unrequited.
Added by Andrew Graham on May 7, 2012 at 14:04 — No Comments
The Happener
1.
If I appear strange,
it’s my actual self.
If grace seems absent
from my strange
consider my oddness faked.
And bring to my attention
what Ego dares not mention—
If being different
isn’t really daring,
dare to be the same. …
ContinueAdded by Dean English on May 7, 2012 at 10:07 — No Comments
Life Is For Ever
Life’s in control, in that big picture way
Gives us a process we live every day
Orchestrates us and creates our routines
Plans all the details and sets all the scenes
Propels us forward, or compels us back
Makes all decisions to keep us on track
Functions our bodies and programs our brains
Makes us feel losses and celebrate gains
Puts us in categories,…
Added by Wanda on May 6, 2012 at 9:37 — No Comments
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