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Kingsley Station
Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th

This is a thread for readers and writers of poetry. You are welcome to join in this quiet room, but please respect a few rules that will assure that this thread is easy to read, loads quickly, and maintains the confidence of the poets and readers.

1. Only original poetry, please. All poems are the property of the posting poet. Please do not copy or reproduce in another area.

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3. No huge graphics, blinking smiley faces, etc. Just words, please. Let your words paint the image! (Plus, it's easier for dial-up friends to browse.)

That's it. Now, get busy and write!


TOPICS: Miscellaneous; Poetry
KEYWORDS: poetry
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To: January24th


But Time Taunts

angular fog
sweeps
the turgid
sea


1,361 posted on 07/05/2006 4:48:04 PM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer

beneath
the turbulent
tides
sirens
sing
still


1,362 posted on 07/06/2006 1:13:23 PM PDT by January24th
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To: January24th
ridge line pines
proud
in the setting
sun
1,363 posted on 08/06/2006 7:47:03 PM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer


ridge line pines
proud
in the setting
sun


1,364 posted on 08/06/2006 8:02:32 PM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer

my wooden
heart pines
without pride


1,365 posted on 08/08/2006 1:11:06 PM PDT by January24th
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To: January24th


six golden
leaves
fell at dusk
- twirling


1,366 posted on 09/04/2006 6:38:07 AM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer; Camachee

Spring came too late and left too soon
my unused heart bore the brunt
of summer's cruelties
and worked at working

and lied about living...
unless resignation counts for aught more than
measuring the distance
from autumn to autumn

still, it's a fair arrival when
that august September strolls into
the South with mysterious baggage

like some dowager Aunt she assures
that there is plenty of time to unpack

Impatient yet polite, I must allow
September to settle in
as I await the cooler delights
and golden treasures I'm certain
are kept there, behind her back


1,367 posted on 09/04/2006 9:15:15 AM PDT by January24th
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To: January24th

The melancholy of September
is more than a song.
It's a brave hurrah for summer strength;
a cool apprisal of the future;
a Golden Mean for life.


1,368 posted on 09/17/2006 12:02:25 PM PDT by JoanVarga ((Sound famiar?))
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To: JoanVarga

ahem. tagline now corrected. Sheesh.


1,369 posted on 09/17/2006 12:03:06 PM PDT by JoanVarga (Sound familiar?)
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To: JoanVarga

Passerine

It starts at the back of the throat
the notes that choke like the acicia thorns
buried in the leaves you gave me.

Here the wind will always come
over the moutains with its oily dust
on the iridescent wings
of the Little Green Bee-eater
returned to sing again
in the pepper tree.

He shrugs off the silver overcoat
that shadows every leaf and feather
shakes his shoulders - knocks the wasp
loose from its poison dart.

I have learned to live on things
that sting, always catch it
on the wing, keep enough to live,
to sing.


1,370 posted on 09/21/2006 7:19:07 PM PDT by Kay Syrah
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To: Kay Syrah

well fiddle dee-dee. Typo adjustment post.


Passerine

It starts at the back of the throat
the notes that choke like the acacia thorns
buried in the leaves you gave me.

Here the wind will always come
over the moutains with its oily dust
on the iridescent wings
of the Little Green Bee-eater
returned to sing again
in the pepper tree.

He shrugs off the silver overcoat
that shadows every leaf and feather
shakes his shoulders - knocks the wasp
loose from its poison dart.

I have learned to live on things
that sting, always catch it
on the wing, keep enough to love,
to sing.


1,371 posted on 09/21/2006 7:53:08 PM PDT by Kay Syrah
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To: Kay Syrah

Hmmm...I like both iterations!


1,372 posted on 09/23/2006 6:04:45 AM PDT by JoanVarga (Sound familiar?)
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To: JoanVarga

Well, when you are special, you get an extra pack of peanuts....Two!. How does the other half live?


1,373 posted on 09/23/2006 6:21:36 PM PDT by Kay Syrah
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To: Kay Syrah
Stopping by Desert on a Sunny Day

I am stopped, a salt block,
licked by the sun's dusty tongue,
a woman of Pompeii, overtaken
by my own delay, my body cast
in mud and ash.

airport 80 miles
The sign makes a convenient
marker for the tow service.
They'll know where to find me,
if they ever come.

Like Archimedes clock,
a train whistle cups the silence,
returns it in ever slowing drops
until the self-saluting sound
of things that run on schedule
fades at last.

Ninety per cent of life
is just showing up and the other ten
is for survival, knowing when to leave
and never looking back.

I haven't enough days left
in my pockets to pay the past's debts.
So, I'll just catch my breath
beneath the sign

that tells me how far I have to go,
but nothing about departure time.

1,374 posted on 09/23/2006 6:41:16 PM PDT by Kay Syrah
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To: January24th

John M. Ford, R.I.P.

Against Entropy

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days—
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

—John M. Ford


1,375 posted on 09/30/2006 12:11:40 PM PDT by JoanVarga (Sound familiar?)
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To: January24th

moonset
finds me
betwixt
reflections


1,376 posted on 10/08/2006 7:05:46 AM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer
light's
denouement
fades from
red to
gray
1,377 posted on 10/15/2006 6:39:58 PM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer


fall's
golden
days
and time
ebb
away




1,378 posted on 10/22/2006 11:34:29 AM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: January24th


a
blue
norther's
touch
strange
different
air


1,379 posted on 10/22/2006 11:53:39 AM PDT by Neuromancer
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To: Neuromancer

I'm
a-mused...
merely
waiting
for seasons
to change
so winter can
leave my heart


1,380 posted on 10/22/2006 1:20:45 PM PDT by January24th
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