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bsquirrel
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0 posted 12-18-2002 02:02 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

Gates closed.
Bills posted.
Reasons listed:

Glass and pens.
Broken jars
of jet black sunshine.

shapes of shadows
swallowing shadows
in the shallows.

The sky is choking.
Where's its throat?
Must dislodge
that fluffy distance.

Storms go down hell.

Rain, empty gates.
Bills tear the wind.
Wet lover soaks
burned ivy walls.

A clambor over.
Sweep the dust
into hoppers,
bins
and pockets,
beds
and rugs
and
by the door
and
through the air

until these words

lose their smell
in smoke,
the small of rain.

We hung a mobile to these talents.
Now they drip greasy oil,
blackest blood from unused tints.
Wish we hadn't made this trouble.

Glass pens float away.
© Copyright 2002 MPC - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 12-18-2002 05:10 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

(laughing)... sorry...the dramatic images and tone used...so fit the passion one sees in everything you write...and it is as if the anger of this not being the place it could be was just more than you could bottle up inside..

Mikey... I check here everyday..and the forum may have a few or no posts. I read, reply to what I am qualified to reply to..and watch the place just slowly cover with dust... then..along comes one of the regulars or semi regulars to be me exact..and a few rods again pop up and a bit of dust is scattered... it is all a cycle and all a frustrating bore at times.... but it is here, and when someone does come in, turn the lights on..it shines for a moment like a short run play on broadway...

bsquirrel
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2 posted 12-18-2002 05:20 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Thanks, Ron. Glad you got front-row seats for the show.
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Terrific.  It's terrible, the state of our wonderful sanctuary, isn't it?  You write so well of desolation, Mike, I really admire your talent for dark poetry.  The simplicity of the words you used, and the fact that you so isolated them and kept them powerful in a singular sense made the imagery impeccable and powerful.  This is how zero-context poetry is supposed to be... an assortment of words that draws a definite picture.

I much like yours.  Very dark and dreary, so bleak that it makes me grin.  The sanctuary will be all well, Mike.  It is not the popular stop, but we must remember that it is our haven, and for this reason, it will never be popular.

It is our small community within a large community, our exclusive club... keeping us all safe from the rain.  And I, for one, shall always be here.

Parasite

It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world.
~Allysa

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4 posted 12-19-2002 01:40 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Thanks for the read, Parasite. Oh, believe me, desolate writing is my one true talent. Thanks for understanding this bit of a tirade.

Mikey
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5 posted 12-19-2002 08:02 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Like poetry, death is not always what it seems. Perhaps a nap was all that was needed?
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6 posted 12-19-2002 10:29 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Yum, icy slumber.
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7 posted 12-24-2002 11:18 AM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

Smiling at this one. I'm one of those asleep at the wheel some nights, and forget to come into this cozy room.
I need to reset my alarm clock, to be reminded to wake up in this forum mofre often.
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8 posted 12-30-2002 07:38 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Thanks for poppin' in, 12 a.m. solar ball.

Mikey
 
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