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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Long stretches of time, sprouts incarnated shoots Trickling down dawn’s focus And everything else Where light spills forth a fragrance of water Fresh, spacious...another day Digging deep gargles, mouth wash overtures While The Gaza Strips Gleams of expectation, sways pitfalls of reform Like a yellow autumn murmur, cranky behavior A quality so intense, evading definition Wavelengths from the well of souls Narcissism wants so, to be loved Glimpsing a missing time…ambrosial suckling Like fast food on a barren desert Placing a quarter in our parking meters Moist sweet breath enters my window Like picking up words embossed Cuz the cats got your tongue While running into his reflection Shouting slogans our mother’s told us Giving away our hearts My community exposes its stretch marks Running circles around a cloud of dirt Like a list of names on marble stone By the hands that mocked them? Can equal master the rest of our lives? Surviving the trade offs? As opaque nights turn rich red While education wakes up late To graven images of currency The monster is dead wrong And much to pricy We lock inside great flames Hiding behind orange moons What else do we have, to express? Or think about? Liberty maintains several heads With chains between her legs Overpaid to play, covet and cheat Inflations poor again While forms of competition Commit adultery Paying higher premiums At whose cost? Numbers waffle reflection While the core of life wants a direction… Living from pay check to pay check Long stretches of time, sprouts incarnated shoots Trickling down dawn’s focus Where light spills forth a fragrance of water Fresh, spacious, another day Digging deep gurgles, planting aquatic overtures I say, screw the calories, let’s publish viewpoints Which has no linkage to privet lives! What was done in my prime, Tends to improve the campus Get on with it for God’s sake Deadwood comes cheap While the polls go rabid, spitting up labor pools I call it fluff in the markets do do Potholed funds which Greenspan writes IOU’s And thinkers hide passion And artists write history Over and over and over again….. Things stay the same, while people invest prayer Into a Black Friday martyr of nickels and dimes |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ A talented gloom and doom. Each line could make a separate poem. Have a happy day.  |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
sometimes I wonder if there was no news would there be any? if no one cheered or gasped enjoyed the graphics ms |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ Amazing, as always! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Found me a  , I did, I did! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
didn't know what to expect from the title...but I"m never disappointed |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Lee, another incredible write; you write with such color and conviction! Another poem that just leaves me dazed... I had so many verses that I wanted to comment upon! Can equal master the rest of our lives? Surviving the trade offs? As opaque nights turn rich red While education wakes up late To graven images of currency The monster is dead wrong And much to pricy Excellent questions. Much enjoyed. miscellanea |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote:  that's 'bout all I can offer today |
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