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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2004-03-14 07:41 AM


she had yearned
for my rose reds
rounds
a golden circle eye
grabbing at them
like a child
and indeed she was...

I allowed them
just a slip
circle blue eternity
there beware
of rosy round
sing-song singing ridicule

laughter lifting feet
hopscotch
fingers pointing easing pain
just to be part of the game
just a moment's censure gain
just the same it's all the same
peewee pees upon himself
mother dangling the sheets
yellow with the shame of shout
Alfred never gave a damn--
he'd stuff his fat face filled with food,
willingness to be fat fool--
he played the part they wrote.

Andromeda
that was her name
her mother must have known
the game
and gave her life
free from the shame
of little kids who laughed too loud
at accusationed lunacy.

Lust
of stuff
to be enough
fitting in the rhythm's bluff
Andromeda tied to the cliff
waiting
for a titan's kiss
exchange of virginity--
salt regret
and salt of sea
nothing
nothing's quite enough
as she gagged upon the tide.

Children are the clean swept shore
as shells are houses of the lie
foaming shave
as waves seek youth
re-arranging honest sighs
to pieces fitting perfectly

as she yearned
for my rose reds
as she yearned
a hastened fate
rounds
a golden circle eye...

wishing on a back-stiff cliff
that she were already dead.


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Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla
1 posted 2004-03-14 07:59 AM


serenity,
That's quite a pinata, enjoyed.

Janet Marie
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2 posted 2004-03-14 09:43 AM


Andromeda
that was her name
her mother must have known
the game
and gave her life
free from the shame
of little kids who laughed too loud
at accusationed lunacy.

Lust
of stuff
to be enough
fitting in the rhythm's bluff
Andromeda tied to the cliff
waiting
for a titan's kiss
exchange of virginity--
salt regret
and salt of sea
nothing
nothing's quite enough
as she gagged upon the tide.

Children are the clean swept shore
as shells are houses of the lie
foaming shave
as waves seek youth
re-arranging honest sighs
to pieces fitting perfectly


==============================


You blow me away with ALL that you observe then absorb and turn into poetry....


and this .......


Children are the clean swept shore
as shells are houses of the lie


do ya know how profound and cool that is...
glad you gave us this rose back  


I am sure of my reasons, embracing the seasons,
and the sacred simplicity of you at my side.

Vienna Teng


passing shadows
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displaced
3 posted 2004-03-14 02:28 PM


this is deep...and for some reason I don't know what to say right now
DavePage
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4 posted 2004-03-14 04:43 PM


I found it complex almost masses of ideas and poems linked into one

It was almost as if you didn't want someone to read it yet placed gems to attract

Quality that almost wants to defeat itself

Dave

ethome
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5 posted 2004-03-14 05:53 PM


I've always loved how you say so many things that intrigue me even when I don't understand what you're talking about..... I try though I really do.

I see my poet pet Janet knows what you're talking about.

Like Jeff Foxworthy says, "you women think us men are complicated because you're complicated......but....the truth of the matter is, we're not complicated at all. All we want is a beer and to see something naked!"

Love your stuff...

Eric

Ain't doin nothin at all
Just answerin the call
Kinda driftin away from it all~~~~~

Goodknight
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6 posted 2004-03-14 08:14 PM


serenity - your words cause my brain and heart to get tangled together and to share images and thoughts and feelings - this is a great poem - Paul
vandana
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7 posted 2004-03-14 08:15 PM


enjoyed
Martie
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8 posted 2004-03-14 08:46 PM


Karen

You color with all the crayons at the same time!!  

inkedgoddess
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9 posted 2004-03-14 08:52 PM


o the places you go...........where few dare
Sunshine
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10 posted 2004-03-14 09:07 PM



I feel as if I had fallen
into a mix of children's rhymes
and Suess's time...

but I'll bet that's what you wanted
all along

It's so good to call you...
friend.

Enchantress
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Canada eh.
11 posted 2004-03-14 09:17 PM


Karen~Yer so talented...you amaze me!!
Hugs~

Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding wound
...or a smiling mouth.

         ~  Kahlil Gibran

iliana
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12 posted 2004-03-15 12:54 PM


"Children are the clean swept shore
as shells are houses of the lie
foaming shave
as waves seek youth
re-arranging honest sighs
to pieces fitting perfectly"

Very intriguing poem and I am putting in my library to study -- yes, good, very good!   .......jo


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13 posted 2004-03-15 01:03 AM


Karen~

this is so deeply written and rich with much emotion.... almost a  need to be on the porch to hear it either read aloud, or spoken....visual images! stunning


~~**~~
Walking with bare feet
among a tapestry of words,
each woven thread, awakening the soul
~~**~~

vlraynes
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14 posted 2004-03-15 01:20 AM



Karen?... just...wow...

You never cease to amaze me...truly...

This?...

"laughter lifting feet
hopscotch
fingers pointing easing pain
just to be part of the game
just a moment's censure gain
just the same it's all the same
peewee pees upon himself
mother dangling the sheets
yellow with the shame of shout
Alfred never gave a damn--
he'd stuff his fat face filled with food,
willingness to be fat fool--
he played the part they wrote."

You already know...

And this?...

"Children are the clean swept shore
as shells are houses of the lie
foaming shave
as waves seek youth
re-arranging honest sighs
to pieces fitting perfectly"

I don't have the words...but just know
that this one touched... deeply...

Love you, my sister...

"When the power of love overcomes the love
of power the world will know peace."
--Jimi Hendrix

serenity blaze
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15 posted 2004-03-15 12:25 PM


thank you all for reading.

I'd deleted this once because I realized it wasn't going to make much sense to anyone but me--it's a mishmash of childhood memory and adult rationalizations. I pulled it because I thought it unfair to expect anyone to understand when it's all my own subconcious language, but then? a couple of you eagle-eyed poets noticed that I'd deleted it, so I put it back for them. (sheesh, Jan and vicky? you guys are FAST)

Thanks for allowing me to play with m'self in public. *chuckle*

Love to all.

PKreturns
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16 posted 2004-03-15 12:51 PM


You are always awesome to read.

This is yet another reminder.

icebox
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in the shadows
17 posted 2004-03-15 02:19 PM


"Children are the clean swept shore"


I REALLY like that line!!!!!

Dark Angel
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18 posted 2004-03-15 03:25 PM


FMD Karen...nodding my head...you're incredible. I wish I could spend at least one day with you.

sigh...

M

Oh and keeping this.

Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
(by Virginia Woolf)

serenity blaze
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19 posted 2004-03-15 05:22 PM


Thank you--and a bit of an explanation "by request".

I own a pair of red, round sunglasses and last week a friend's daughter wanted them, and shame on me I couldn't part with them. (I figured I needed 'em more than she did.) But we took turns looking at the world through them, and the conversation we had while doing that inspired this poem.

So that one was for "Zoe."

The explanation is for Chrislane.

Love to all.


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just out of reach
20 posted 2004-03-15 06:13 PM


Yes, oh yes.....I see...I DO see!
Thankyou witchyone. Hugs, Chrislane

   Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
                                          Hans Christian Anderson

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