Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[Soaring Feather]

Love me baby
says the tape
is it an eight track
or beta so neat
or a new an improved
little cassette rocking
out the night
love me baby
the lyrics shout
anyway I am about
to take a flight and I'm
in a mood for bed rolls
starry nights and someone
who will
love me back baby
out of the blue

[Camachee]

play the tune
that atones
for attitudes
and assignations
shared
at dawns
past

[Kay Syrah]

O que quero dizer

a madrugada é
o bem-me-quer o que
não falta
petala
o dia o que começa
sem as respostas
às questões, sem
roscas nem sombras
das rosas, o canção
do solidão, a flor
o que existe ,
para o destruição
por causa dos peregrinos
da meia noite, os
que procurarem
a certeza

[Camachee]

speak to me
of a day
without dawn
and a garden
without thorns

[Camachee]

love
is the acrylic
anticipation
of tommorrow
framed
in today's
gilt memories

[Kay Syrah]

If I had the notion
of love I suppose
I would call it
a telephone pole
pasted with notices
of lost dogs, cats,
stuff for sale,
lose weight
gain confidence
earn money learn spanish
french, chinese,
get your house cleaned
cheap, bonded,
learn how to
transcendental meditate,
numbers and notices that flap
in a weather made by water,
wind and passing traffic,
raising dust and lifting the skirts
of the posters placed
one upon the other petticoats
that swirl obscuring and alluring
but preserving
the message with each added layer
I think its still there,
that old notice
number and advert,
loves invitation, not lost
in translation or the mail
but given to the world
and posted with a nail.

[Soaring Feather]

Really good poetry.

[geologist]

unnoticed ... unfurled
plantive wants
amid the swirl
of a mad world
grasping at the thrill
and another waits
hoping not to scream ...

wasting time

[Kay Syrah]

Twins

We balanced upon two
discrete paths
of parallel steel tracks,
poised over
clinkers and creosote,
hooking and hiking
arms extended
over the dark half
moons on our shirts
that described
the sweat of our
enterprise.


In the sunsplit
leafy shadows
that shook the
moment of restless
adventuring and future
determination , the dark
shuttered the exposure
of the white explosion
of too much, too light.
And our equilibrium
defied by teetering
and lost footing
we almost
brushed against
each other across
the blank accident
that derails the best
laid plans. So we loomed
alone along the distraction
of crotched paths
fading into the woods
and splitting from
one to become two.



The symmetry of
our separation
defined the indifferent
steel we paced towards
the same destination.

[Camachee]

dark nights
in the south
windless
stillness
frog-sound silent
humid
and dripping
spanish moss

[Camachee]

let us pray
for an if-away
in which
the blind
are kind
to the seeing

[Camachee]

she
i
we
feel
think
hope

[Camachee]

i dreamed
dragon flight
blues and bronzes
flitting
in an amber dawn
drawn to the sound
of tails on scales
clashing flashing
fusing
an old day
in a new way

[Camachee]

i write
late at night
last really
remembering
the day
and play
of words
and worlds
separated
by a promise
but trusting
your truth

[Camachee]

answering
her questions
monosyllabic
doubt
dragged-out
indecision
precipitating
silence

[Camachee]

How come I want to write like Paul Simon, but sound like Zevon Warren? LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!!! You know, of course, I am not going to answer you!! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

I dance into twilight
meeting dawn
and regretting
I danced alone.

[Soaring Feather]

I dreamed dragons
in iridescent light
twilight hues
midnight blues
corals in green
I remembered
the loveliness we had

[Camachee]

naked
natural
stretched
sketched
unashamed
she showed
her art
to the admiration
of the crowd