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in beautiful, desolate l.a., part ii (thank you for showing up at all) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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early morning sun castbackward shadows wrinklesurfaced pool washed out gray streets cars wait, chasing colored lights on posts my birthplace is new hampshire i wear sunlight here in morning like a shoot outgrown its soil did you move? i did move i found a way to write poetry the way i live i love the afternoons did you move? i did move did you cry? i didn't see i was looking at those cypress trees long, in green rows like giants' teeth imagine if you were a bird hopping above their gums in the wind you wouldn't need to fly are you still praying for rain? an end to old pain? that won't come with a storm a single harm in the darkness handset cord looped, shining which dreams should the words reject to stain? she won't be my bane god, the way i wore solace loneliness is not a pain, a change a chance to recover your will god, the way i wore sorrow god, the way i wore bleeding god, the way i wore tomorrow i'll walk on the wet pressed sand shore right near the moving, overlapping ribbons (of water, sunlight made foam) california roam [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 06-17-2000).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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Perfect...man o man, love the follow-up--tho it didn't feel like a linear sequel as much as a companion piece (did that make sense?) book-ends, y'know? Or rather, TWO main courses...e ya later...smiling hugs, m'friend... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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S'en,  Mike |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Ok I am sorry I am late and missed the first part but wow....glad I caught this part. Some very vivid images early morning sun castbackward shadows wrinklesurfaced pool washed out gray streets cars wait, chasing colored lights on posts my birthplace is new hampshire i wear sunlight here in morning like a shoot outgrown its soil did you move? i did move i found a way to write poetry the way i live i love the afternoons did you move? i did move did you cry? i didn't see i was looking at those cypress trees long, in green rows like giants' teeth imagine if you were a bird hopping above their gums in the wind excellent poem, you painted a beautiful picture with your words. wonderful. i'll walk on the wet pressed sand shore right near the moving, overlapping ribbons (of water, sunlight made foam) ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. "Art is a lie which makes us realise the truth." Pablo Picasso "We Irish are too poetical to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures" Oscar Wilde ----- |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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did you move? i did move i found a way to write poetry the way i live i love the afternoons did you move? i did move did you cry? i didn't see i was looking at those cypress trees ---------------- you wouldn't need to fly are you still praying for rain? an end to old pain? that won't come with a storm a single harm in the darkness handset cord looped, shining which dreams should the words reject to stain? she won't be my bane god, the way i wore solace loneliness is not a pain, a change a chance to recover your will god, the way i wore sorrow god, the way i wore bleeding god, the way i wore tomorrow i'll walk on the wet pressed sand shore right near the moving, overlapping ribbons (of water, sunlight made foam) california roam ----------------- god, the way you write god, the you roam god, the way I love to read you  butterfly slippers is smiling... thank you. later-amazing-poet-gator jm/bs It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and you lose it all ... And it's unnerving (How one move just puts me by myself) There you go just trusting someone else (Now I know I put us both through hell) ... I'm not sayin That there was nothing wrong (I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me) And I'm not sayin (We ever had the right to hold on) (I just didn't wanna let you get away from me) ~MB20~ She says baby, It's 3AM ... I must be lonely, When she says baby, Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes, Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it. ~MB20~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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Glad you both enjoyed. Butterfly Slippers, Happy belated birthday. And brian, If you want to see part one, it's still in the system -- at least I hope so, seeing as I wrote these poems only a day apart. Mike |
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