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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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tonight, tonight he sleeps somewhere upper side: Manhattan 3 a.m. green midnights fresh flowers of color, vases in naked thoughts yet: I no longer have faith of feeling him -- taunting his salty lips for a taste of redemption erotic, -- ecstasy it could never be enough to see his eyelids close get lost there,-- there close again among nights of love slipping, shifting, crashing in forms ocean waves-- rebirthing my soul the earth could tilt breaking dust from mountains; spreading it like wild fires pushing clouds upward to heavens view for how my hands fumble --this feeling somewhere-- somewhere he is missing me as parted lips feel moisture rain I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Could I have been anyone other than me? True poems rest between the words [This message has been edited by Greeneyes (05-12-2002 08:55 PM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Lauren, I absolutely love the turn your writing has taken lately! So soft and sensual and I really appreciate the presentation. This is really wonderful! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
What Enchantress said...double dittos.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the earth could tilt breaking dust from mountains; spreading it like wild fires pushing clouds upward to heavens view for how my hands fumble --this feeling somewhere-- somewhere he is missing me as parted lips feel moisture rain ======================== the pure unadulterated need of this ...is breathtaking... makes me believe that one could literally "walk on those lips" to be there. As was said before me...you are taking your poetry to new heights ...which is no small feat considering the level at which you already wrote... and may I say-- it a stunning thing to witness.  When your own emptiness is all thats getting through |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Lauren, An enchanting write, enjoyed the ead. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
*smiling* you just keep getting better and better... Like a red brick, |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Soft...yes...sensual...yes...James |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
nights of love slipping, shifting, crashing in forms ocean waves-- rebirthing my soul beautiful, Lauren  ~Mother's Day hugsLyra |
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NapalmsConstantlyConfused
since 2001-05-15
Posts 529 |
this is really, really beautiful, and retains the gentle, hallucinatory quality that i have come to recognize as your hallmark. great writing here, Lauren. -Dave |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) YAY!!! Oh Lauren, I just love the way you always write, sweet friend, this is such a soft and sensual treasure that holds firmly to the beauty of human emotions! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Lauren, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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