Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
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Oh, beHAVE!
:O)
Doing twos with you
beats doing fours
on the floor!
:-)
nothing worse
than an ouzo
encore
Ah, poets are given
to perverse
verse
when wine flows
and ouzo goes
so smoothly
into the night
quaff the cups
of muse and melody
sing of some lost love
or derring-do
let romance reign
in the wane
of day
speak yet again
some glad refrain
and laugh
I run
rebuff
refuse
to care
too much.
Too late!
I love
in spite
of fear.
Ah romance
I'll take a chance
for a squeeze and dance
with stars in my eyes
for I care about you
and what happens to you
you are my sun, my moon
my joy, my tears,and I
am so glad for romance
yes, I'll take a chance
the bees are in the trash
again
and I have yet to flee
stale
stagnant
summer
airs
strange meiosis
soul from soul
take note
the bees are in the cans
Red oak
strange community
of woodpecker
squirrel and
ant.
I returned
to find I now
have a bee tree.
bees in cans
are beacons
harbingers
of a decaying summer
and hope of
a sweet spring
how strange
to find
such life
'midst the
cast offs,
dulcet
decay
of time
I note the congruence
of bees and cans
and sweet cycles
of time
outside
the ordinary
observation
of a life as it is lived.
she left portugal
lingering on the verge
of despair
and the angst
of the atlantic
in gray-shrouded
mourning
i remember
the sea as sand
and found the waves
that time forgot
relentless in advance
and restless in apparent
stillness that crested
the horizon and
framed in purple
the new day.
Ooooo beautiful.
the turn of love's leaf
concentrated in the fall.
High times
hide the naked
truth, time
marches on.
hehehehehe.
when was tomorrow
i cannot defend today
yesterday is smoke
perhaps a sundial
waiting for clouds to pass
time's matrix suspends
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