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Sea of Conception |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Watching, as though they were not Curious elderly monuments Stoking my revealing dark Mannerisms furnish southern belles Climbing the eyes of those feelings In my soul’s strongest colors Like artless ages there within Waiting in tone and musical modulation My taste, flying to an uneven With vehemence & burning Fit for my larger clothes, Hanging in the closet of source Waiting…. Sky-scraping with cerebral force Scattering fancy, holding up immaturity Of wonder and surprise, while I Check off fairies and dragons Going where their passions survive Their exaggerated face Renders a truth men never have Removing their Halloween masks Pruning uniforms of seeping death Unlocking sterility to chaste Less predominant in method, yet Leprechauns mature with peculiar pleasures Where numbers bleed like their Gods Gifting a nation of warlike poetics To a touch of some phantom organism vein Diverting fierce proverbs liberal Gorging like ravenous beasts Drooling uncontrollable Spreading like a warm stream Cloning a cheerful heart Unto the ocean of Cupid’s pointed arrows Untimely hero, devouring the blackbird of my soul Keeping our appointment with fate Pushing forth my ship in the waves Metaphorical hours filled with tenderness Winking an altered songster barbarous Like a heretic with psyche powers Into my womanlike darkness, her prowess Prone to melancholy soft emotion Bittersweet, easily believed as illustrious scenes An aura of rude magnificence shoving Green here and there, with the spoils of chieftains Coveting the cares of men, becoming worthy songs Stroking the gray hairs of life Hunting me…dwelling in the winds of nature Soft, leeward nature witnesses Smiles & listens to these peculiar adventures Of birth, growing like grass in a rock Where dreams acent wider with crosswalks Fatter, then any age on earth Where antiquity marinates a language Only you understand…it is there our souls Become testament in some profound reflection In a sea of conception Your eyes hold my stare |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“Where dreams acent wider with crosswalks Fatter, then any age on earth Where antiquity marinates a language Only you understand…it is there our souls Become testament in some profound reflection In a sea of conception Your eyes hold my stare” Beautiful thoughts, and a wonderful work in your words. Excellent write Lee J. JL  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh LeeJ...this is magnificent. Completely mesmerized me. TD |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
There are a few generalazations in this that might make a gentleman shudder... But it is reality explained by your experience here that makes this vulgarman realign some held thoughts... This is what good poetry does, urges self examination.... Thank you for the poem. ___________ice/ford ><> |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I love the trip I take when I travel your words - so many images and thoughts - ideas and feelings - enjoyed my friend - SusanIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
eclectic, eccentric, and surreal, but it made smile by line 2 and has pasted it there the rest of the night. nice write. -majnu |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Hey Lee , I love travelling those journeys you take me on when I read your words Hope |
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