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Over the Belt Buckle
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Over the Belt Buckle |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Over the Belt Buckle There are so many things that need to be said, that need to be noticed, but skin pretends nonchalance and words wait and days tick by. how do you tune into feeling the smell of cotton hanging on the line how capture? Tap your foot, ghosts scatter about, breathe, they scurry like dust bunnies. So much energy hidden there under the bed. Truth trips on pretense and when it falls and is splayed out on the cement it cries great salty fathoming, and suddenly if you look down over the belt buckle of normalcy you will see how warm it feels on the ground and if you look at the cement you can capture time turning the sun slowly slowly into destiny. __________ 9-2000 |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"how do you tune into feeling the smell of cotton hanging on the line" I love this part.... and the ghosts.... you write so awesome  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
how do you tune into feeling the smell of cotton hanging on the line how capture? ============================== if you cant capture it with your gifted pen of images and emotions turned and tuned into words....it cant be done |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Truth trips on pretense and when it falls and is splayed out on the cement it cries I'm stuck on those words~ And a great title too. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Me lub this~  'Tap your foot, ghosts scatter about, breathe, they scurry like dust bunnies. So much energy hidden there under the bed.' You make my heart *sigh*~ Love you~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Tap your foot, ghosts scatter about, breathe, they scurry like dust bunnies. So much energy hidden there under the bed. Truth trips on pretense and when it falls Such wonderful lines.... again you impress and amaze me.. |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Martie, We've had this discussion before. Stop looking at the ground or you'll trip again.  LOL! Nice one one, sweetie. *hugs*Michael Michael Auguste~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So you think I turn in to destiny, hey? Well let me tell you, Poetess of the Turning...it's as much as surprise to me as to the rest of you!  ...and so glad to see this one again... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"if you look down over the belt buckle of normalcy you will see how warm it feels on the ground and if you look at the cement you can capture time turning the sun slowly slowly into destiny."  (big hugggsssssss) Ooohhhhh...this is another marvelous poem, sweet friend, this reminded me of tripping ove rour own shadows, and how if only we can stand headstrong, how we can willingly accept all and better perceive these ghostly thoughts that can taunt us until we understand them! (kiss on cheek) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is wonderful! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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