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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.

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TOPICS: Miscellaneous; Poetry
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To: Kay Syrah; Camachee; January24th
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
501 posted on 05/10/2004 7:05:55 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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To: Kay Syrah
play the tune
that atones
for attitudes
and assignations
shared
at dawns
past
502 posted on 05/11/2004 7:59:36 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee; bentfeather


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
503 posted on 05/12/2004 8:17:10 PM PDT by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah; bentfeather; January24th
speak to me
of a day
without dawn
and a garden
without thorns
504 posted on 05/12/2004 8:53:27 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: All
love
is the acrylic
anticipation
of tommorrow
framed
in today's
gilt memories
505 posted on 05/12/2004 9:02:17 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee; bentfeather; January24th
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.
506 posted on 05/13/2004 6:43:01 AM PDT by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah
Really good poetry.
507 posted on 05/13/2004 7:56:24 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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To: Kay Syrah
unnoticed ... unfurled
plantive wants
amid the swirl
of a mad world
grasping at the thrill
and another waits
hoping not to scream ...

wasting time

508 posted on 05/16/2004 3:26:05 PM PDT by geologist
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To: geologist; Camachee; bentfeather

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.


509 posted on 05/16/2004 8:29:36 PM PDT by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah; January24th; bentfeather

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


510 posted on 05/18/2004 7:39:47 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: January24th; Kay Syrah; bentfeather

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


511 posted on 05/18/2004 7:45:21 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather; Kay Syrah; January24th

she
i
we
feel
think
hope


512 posted on 05/18/2004 7:52:48 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: Kay Syrah; January24th; bentfeather

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


513 posted on 05/18/2004 8:09:07 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: Kay Syrah; January24th; bentfeather

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


514 posted on 05/19/2004 8:08:48 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: January24th; bentfeather; Kay Syrah

answering
her questions
monosyllabic
doubt
dragged-out
indecision
precipitating
silence


515 posted on 05/19/2004 8:22:16 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather; Kay Syrah; January24th

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


516 posted on 05/19/2004 8:24:10 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee

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


517 posted on 05/19/2004 8:26:23 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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To: Camachee

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


518 posted on 05/19/2004 8:28:49 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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To: Camachee
I dreamed dragons
in iridescent light
twilight hues
midnight blues
corals in green
I remembered
the loveliness we had
519 posted on 05/19/2004 8:34:52 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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To: Camachee

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


520 posted on 05/19/2004 8:40:00 PM PDT by Camachee (`)
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