Open Poetry #14 |
the dumb luck of being me |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
line off-center middle of the road... I miss the buzz the hum of the city the boys in drag were sweet Sidney smelled so heavenly wore tailored Gucci button down and blue silk boxers, (very well...) my mates-- comrades of pain and I smile now knowing why drummers are always late my eyes still see best in darkness and I know the secret handshake (look closely) see the flash of green? I know the smug protection of being bouncer's pet... The drinks that flowed so steadily for the price of the dumb luck of being me... and civic meetings where the ladies always smile too wide complimentary they think remarking just how eloquently I can speak my mind... (guess I clean up nicely...) and order salad with croutons always too damned big... they get too silly on white wine spritzers, loosened tongues drip curiousity, --breathless-- amused like I'm a bug-- do tell us all about the road... And I push my lettuce around my plate-- of eyes of friends. *repost from open 8* |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
You girl...you just rip the mask right off their faces.... |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Yes, very true, I hate that false world as well. Great description. Sandra |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
I hate people who cannot just be themselves. The mask they wear should be burned. Although, at times, I have worn it also. Maybe that's why I abhor it. Good write. All writing comes |
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A Whisper's Caress Senior Member
since 2000-11-03
Posts 791on the horizon of a fairytale |
I loved this. great flow, wonderful images. May your dreams always dance to the rhythm of a lover's heartbeat... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Seren. we can't turn our backs on what we are, you let that Girl break free sometimes and return to your roots. We will have to get a cabaret together, I will even put on some eyeliner.. and maybe a dress. We will paint this town red with our irish blood, plastic smiles beware. Wonderfully written, Southern soul. "Build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life". Terry Pratchett |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
It is always nice that you can do it, listen to inane chatter, and smile. But I understand best to be what we are is much more satisfying to the soul and then to walk away from what we do not wish to be...gentle smile |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
So many lines of this I've lived...where did I drop those breadcrumbs? Applause! |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
What a change in yuh o yuh |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
so much to like in this one, rich imagery and specific descriptions. A joy to read. "This rose has seen red, I have been blue |
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