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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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Yawning a mouth out onto the feral lawn, swishing thighs dash into waves of jungle blades tickling pink lucid childhood, still rugged as my four day stubble. I long to laze in bedded bliss, eyes shut to the world's quests, but There are itches I need to scratch. Outside stagnates a fervour fragrance; an aphrodisiac manhandling nature into frenzy sprouting hyper little boys so eager for their acne puberty, their rite of passage, every holiday a riot of passage! Through echoes serene the cancer queen, pygmy tractor, strafes with a new leash of life. More jaded rasps as the blades caress this cumbrance season. with a war of mutilation. Slaps and back drafts of seared harvest leave me coated squirming as a little grass rat in pollen hell. As last stem bows to my charge, my skin sighs languished in phlegmatic victory. "difference between love and comfortis that comfort's more reliable and true |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Better you than me!!! Do you want to 'do' mine? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
a little grass rat in pollen hell. As last stem bows to my charge, my skin sighs languished in phlegmatic victory. ============================== gawwwd i love the way your mind works... what a cool poem.... your imagery is matched only by your vocabualry........ and as for this line........ "There are itches I need to scratch." welcome to my world baby lol somethings just get under our skin  I'm not right ... you're not wrong ... |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
"Through echoes serene the cancer queen," Those lines really got to me. I liked this poem a lot!  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
brian--I never thought of it that way...amazing to glimpse just a bit of grass through your eyes...I'm so glad to read your uniqueness. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Sharon, thanks for the offer but not a chance. Jan, wow that is a first some one likes the way I think LOL Thanks for boosting my ego even more. Javier, sorry if those lines cut deep. I guess it is strange the way a coined phrase can connect with people. Nature of poetry I guess. tHank you for reading and replying. Martie, when cutting a lawn becomes a channel it is best to challenge that anger into poetry. THank you for your wonderful comments. "difference between love and comfortis that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always therea crutch for enmity's saddest glare" [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-06-2001).] |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
Wow, well that's just widened my vocabulary somewhat..  Yeah, and once I understand it, it's certainly an enjoyable piece.. “One word can be magical. Imagine then, the effect of several words, together..” |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
once again you lead my mind astray along many "channels"... but when I took my anger out on the lawn, it was with a rotary mower, and my sneakers took on the green ink of new death.... so, there is yet another way to look at things... well done my Bri-Poe |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Yu Lan, lady white. THanks "Here I am in prison,here I am with a ball and chain There is whiskey in the jar-o" Traditional irish song. |
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