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My Favorite Girl In Imaginationville
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My Favorite Girl In Imaginationville |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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One cool winter afternoon, while writing verse I travelled to imaginationville on a quick nap train and I saw you there smiling on my presence, looking at me with such tenderness. We wrapped ourselves in satin sheets and could hear our heartbeats talk and I reached for you and smiled. Then I imagined we were in a timeless stream somewhere from the past, we were a lonely king and queen, and that really blew my mind! The fact that we were royalty and noble but so alone. Did we have servants of the kind loyal type and where were they? I was struck with shock as suddenly the worst of the servant bards quoting William's black MacBeth held a sword above your neck! I reached out across the silky ocean and screamed NO! to the world I woke abruptly! beside my favourite girl. You gave me inviting looks and reached to stroke my face soft strokes long and smooth full of cozy love for many years you'd been my lady and my lover. You whispered in my ear in a familiar tone you said, "come to me I'm going crazy!" I pulled you to my chest and kissed your words now I'm going crazy or is this still a dream? Now here's where I know I'm raising up to roam the meadow so I'm not still dreaming and as I pressed hard I heard you say "come to me I'm goin crazy!" I could feel the flames of passion devouring my thighs as your velvet skin lay exposed before me the fire within blazing hot! A droopy eyed smile on your face..... You melt in my arms, your cherry flavoured tongue probing mine!!!!! and then, deep within........ I hear your voice pleading loudly! "The kids are home from school!!" and I wake up to see my favourite girl "You promised to take them skating!!" she says half smiling like she knew where we'd just been. . This is a rewrite from one of the opens I don't remember which one. The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to re-language historie [This message has been edited by ethome (edited 04-24-2001).] |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
wowowowowowo awesome ethome i liked it alot alot yuh! imagination you have in spades |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
hmmm...ethome...to dream a dream of a dream is quite a dream...fun and sensual together..a good combination, I think.  |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Sounds like naps are the order of the day! |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
This is wonderful sweet poet...love the sleepy time images |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
youre such a tease LOL way cool E-babes .... very clever theme and employ of dream and imagery... and yes... she knew... we chicks always know   Though my soul may sit in darkness, |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
What a cruel cruel cruel tease! Oh the imagery that you laid before me was just too tempting to pass up. Lovely and humorous all together. "I am not alive enough to kill myself." - Mary Ipal |
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Kay Member
since 2001-04-13
Posts 70 |
can you elaborate on that cherry thing? |
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