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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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I awoke with sleepy eyes so blurred it's hard to call this fact-- not quite crusted but I wept when the eyelash stuck... I closed my eyes in self-defense and pawed my way to cigarettes A sigh of just another day as I raised filter to my lips-- my lighter crowned me queen... I pushed the button on remote wishing that I had a rope to pull on that which rings a bell and bring to me my coffee dreams and the paper would be nice... Where wishes are not velvetry-- purple turns to black in seams straining on the stretch of us I watch for omen in the news... I gather feathers as I walk. "surely this one is from him..." I taste the rain upon my tongue. "Brine." The sand becomes ocean. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (02-10-2003 05:06 AM).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The salty tears edge my eyes Crusting over in halfway cries The bell chimes much too soon Crisp sounds shattering gloom I leave this sleep with just one try And exit the dank darkness of the room Aroma spews from coffee automatic As I wash brine that makes eyes stick Almost blind my movement flies On the tray I place a single bloom And carry it to the mistress quick. Gloom |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Well no wonder!! Dear poetess - do you ever sleep? Hmmmm...whatever shall we do about this? Then again, you write so well while the rest of us slumber. I know. Just pick up the phone and dial every coffee shop and ask if they deliver. Next, buy a monkey trained to use a remote. Oh geesh....I'm going back to bed. Loved this write by the way. hugs, Chris  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Where wishes are not velvetry-- purple turns to black in seams straining on the stretch of us I watch for omen in the news... great lines... and I enjoyed the read |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'I closed my eyes in self-defense and pawed my way to cigarettes A sigh of just another day as I raised filter to my lips-- my lighter crowned me queen...' You do the wildest things with words, this being a rather 'tame' example!  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
serenity "taste the rain upon my tongue. "Brine." The sand becomes ocean."  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I closed my eyes in self-defense and pawed my way to cigarettes A sigh of just another day as I raised filter to my lips-- my lighter crowned me queen... ============================== I gather feathers as I walk. "surely this one is from him..." I taste the rain upon my tongue. "Brine." The sand becomes ocean. ================================ your rhymes crown you me queen of poetry.   |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
 I gather feathers as I walk. "surely this one is from him..." [This message has been edited by Aenimal (02-10-2003 03:57 PM).] |
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