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Bluesy of the Scarlet Nights

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Bluesy Socrateaser
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In The Mirror


0 posted 02-23-2014 07:41 AM       View Profile for Bluesy Socrateaser   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Bluesy Socrateaser

not an unfamiliar sound
though I can't place the face

I know the impression
of a heavy step

a quickened heart
in 4/4 time

I have seen the glistening
of moonlight on cold steel

how it cuts through dark nights
...with surgical precision

warm and thick
flowing in rivers

egyptian cotton
pooled and rumpled

a soft breeze wafting
over it's edge

a stifled cry
a brief ecstasy

then darkness
grows darker still

at last...
she has come home to me



...just bein' Bluesy

[This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (02-23-2014 08:51 AM).]

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Boomer Styles
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Deep Six South


1 posted 03-03-2014 08:14 PM       View Profile for Boomer Styles   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Boomer Styles

You killed her to bring her home to you? How utterly romantic. Well crafted tale of blood lust that strains to permeate a PG-13 rating.


...Boomer

One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. Is there one in your hand?

DaysofView
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Billy's Best Half


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eww!

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.

 
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