My Three Or More Monkey's Offering

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Open Poetry #49

My Three Or More Monkey's Offering

DaysofView
Member

since 2014-04-01

Posts 433
Just A Slice Of The Pie

0 posted 2014-04-01 09:16 AM

Hands over ears

A swirl of silken lace
White cliffs rock at midnight gleaming
Flailing hair dispelling truth
Silently awash in salty brine

Hands over eyes

The warring nations scarred for glory
Hunger for her forceful kiss
Drunk in her unseen beauty
Ravaged by her promised peace

Hands over mouth

Cries of infant celestial bodies
Quiet now in sleep will see
Mighty pulsars wink in desperation
A cataclysmic climax to their unknown existence

Hands of us all

To call oneself a poet is a vain remark indeed. After you're dead, let others eulogize you as such if they feel you are worthy.

secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
a 'Universalist' !

1 posted 2014-04-13 03:21 PM

Welcome to the fine blue sands of "P.I.P.-land" by the cyber-sea! ...

Love those "Mighty winking pulsars!"

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2014-04-13 03:48 PM

Loved this first posting Days, welcome to the Blue Room.

~*~ Love is friendship set on fire. ~*~

tracie66
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since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

3 posted 2015-02-01 06:45 AM

interesting piece - I loved the flow!

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
— W. E. Channing

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