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Apr 21, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
Twilight Time I’m not lonely, really. Can get along just fine on my own, enjoy my peace and quiet. Things I put in the fridge remain untouched. No dirty socks to wash, no filthy coffee cup. But in the early evening a scarf of fog settles on the ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 20, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by PeterHammond
Paper over your heart put this bag over your head extend arm and willing vein fasten whatever straps you can reach and pin this paper over your heart cradle me in a bed of forgetting no give on the soft insides of the restraints the words rushed, ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by SimonCyrene
Reduced Rail It is fashionable to be oblivious to Uncomfortable historical truths; Minimalist slim-line designs Modelled by half-starved youths. This is not the first time such apparel was in Vogue. History like fashion eats the self Then repeats ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by azzow2
What the Jack: Hack Jack on my back. Wack Jack has no knack. Sac Jack catches all the flack. Mac Jack what a slack. Crack Jack broke his back. Track Jack sung and won. Mic Jack must not look back. Fat Jack came in the ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Tomfoolery33
Climbing The house we moved to when I was eight became a kind of climbing gym for me, a wispy boy without much weight who loved exploring hidden places. I climbed the brick lattice along the porch up to the not quite sturdy roof and along the ...
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Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Tomfoolery33
Assateague Too hot sun sticky sand everywhere even on the blanket my three-year-old son digging raptly with a ratty plastic shovel easily tanned olive skin so unlike mine brown hair streaked with blonde sunlight. The gulls wheel and come low for ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
A poem about my love of books. They Comfort Me “Surrounded by...her books,” the young man said when speaking of the death of his mother, Jackie O. I like to imagine her favorite fictional characters stepping out of the pages and filling in the ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by azzow2
This is or was one of my most popular poems. The website where it was posted seems to have been abolished. Granny dance: Fancy a doohickey granny would say what's a wookie, pull up you britches granny could have you in stitches, no dancing on the ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by azzow2
Anticipate the Anticipate: Stolen kiss brushed on your lips with smitten ruthlessness. Hugged as if you were being tugged by a Kodiak bear baring its rarity. Whisper in your ear just a vibrating puff of air wafting across voids infinity. ...
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Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by azzow2
Onioning: Eather vailed seraph draped onion layers of habiliment, lay upon a gray gyre quarreling in lumen apparition of desire, betwixt beyond up upon the apron of the azure apex, legions of laymen waiting in appellant , waylay the of dismay relay...
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Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Greymattersuit
The Mask Maker After the mask was carved Had been oiled and sanded And attached with glue To expectant skin You admired the craft work The way ash transitioned To white oak frame Said the ridges were too smooth To be an imitation But when I didn't ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by azzow2
Labyrinth of buoyancy: Marching heart stampeding to a halt no memories are at fault. Intrepid with vivid ideas, blank is the solicitation on the canvas, anhydrous ink spilling into my well. Step in time jiggle a gambol, motionless in the ...
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Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Justjhon
A Still Life with Dogs how softly now the light settles in at end of day filling in all the empty places between a man and his life the wood stove hisses a dog growls softly on the table a bowl of oranges waits for breakfast
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
Not a poem--just a thank you. When I lost my husband last year I lost both my reading mojo and my writing mojo. It's been a struggle but this group is really helping me. The bitch is back!
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Poets' Corner
Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
First Meeting That look of surprise and delight on his face, his smile better than a winning lottery ticket. “You’re prettier than I thought,” he laughed. Was my beating heart visible through my polka-dot dress? The wrinkles etched into my ...
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Apr 19, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Tomfoolery33
This is a poem about being in the psych ward in 1974 after attempting suicide. In the Solarium There were a lot of windows in the solarium, on the top floor of the hospital. And all the people from the Ward were forced to take their meals there. ...
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Apr 18, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by M3G4N666
"Shine on you crazy son of a bitch" Do you ever get in those moods where everything bores you? Even Music. Where nothing satisfies your soul. you feel empty and worn out. over-done. cooked. covered in this thick, heavy caramelized sauce. weighing ...
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Apr 18, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Razorjelly
Mice on the realm of knowing soon shall overcome the worry, soon shall destroy with subtle precision, the vision, blurred over cold years of abandonment, with such ease that even as the skin burns, I shall cry out in joy...Yes!...Yes!
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Poets' Corner
Apr 18, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Razorjelly
The bird puts his mammoth grip on your head and shakes it 'round..... How worms die.
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Poets' Corner
Apr 18, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
The House at Porter’s Bridge Three stories and once a mansion, paint on the clapboards long disintegrated. No running water. My father wires the place for electric. Walls weep in rainy weather. Under the right-of-way, a tension line snaps and ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 17, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by HeraTera
Thoughts from a teenager... I am lying here dead The music swells around my head And my ears ring. I can't seem to think and my eyes have to blink to keep back the tears. The radio sings a song Through it shows my fears. The words of the song ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 17, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
Did You Hear Me? I was singing about a pal dear and true, the song my parents and grandparents sang to each other. We never did. I thought it was important, before you slipped away. Did you feel the backs of my fingers stroking the side of your ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 16, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by ProudMerry
This is my first post of a poem. Don't know how well the spacing will translate but in my version of word, the second and every other verse thereafter is in italics. It deals with my Quaker ancestors. The Nottingham Quakers Gathered at the ...
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Poets' Corner
Apr 16, 2018Apr 2018

Posted by Ciravolostone
Okay this one will probably upset some people because it refers to that unseen worthless dogmatic angry figment of human imagination that most of us agree does not exist and even if it did we would ignore it anyway because it is so useless. Still I ...
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Posted by EntheogenFanI wrote this about a crazy girl who I loved like crazy. She made my entire life feel like insanity.

Posted by AllamandaNot in the current meaning of 'dog-whistle' but I think people will like this poem.

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Posted by neutralite[youtu.be] today... was a day. ✂️ Squeak in the music room on this site, that's what to do.

Posted by RemiforceDEATH IS SO FINAL--Youth La Boheme days in our small boyhood town, drinking cheap wine, smoking grass all night in some artist's studio, staggering forth into the bleary translucent twilight dawn.

Posted by RemiforceWHEN MY BROTHER LEFT FOR NAM--We looked across the field of death & maiming, in our youthful half knowing, the war raging in the media suddenly close & personal,like a car crash We drank to ...

Posted by RemiforceMY AGE IS IMPATIENT.

Posted by BohoHeathenThis is just a poem of past experiences.

Posted by PetterAbstinence indeed!

Posted by AstralSmokeWanting Wanting to be broken utterly split apart with a mighty tearing like an apple broken to unfold the delicate open veined petal pattern inside the fruit .

Posted by MiizzunderstoodWE WILL BE HOME SOON MOM.

Posted by Stargazer13And this is what you mean to me… That I see beauty and feel lovely in a dark, broken and rusted world Because you love me, I’ve been brave And opened into full bloom beneath the gaze of ...

Posted by Stargazer13Dog days are over Picking every four leaf clover Gonna break out of every box they put me in This soul is hungry and divine sugar my sin Personal evolution Fated love the revolution Raw ...

Posted by Stargazer13I've heard the stories of your empty world Devoid of soft touches And the rare souls that cross lifetimes, to see again through eyes captured in silent and consummate knowing I've listened to ...
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