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The Phillsbury Dough Boy Lives!
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The Phillsbury Dough Boy Lives! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Child love hikes from a fixed place in Clouds Are time clocks an image? Do they curse me or embrace me? My lover works 24-7 He smiles on me firm as a stone Wheezing frayed nights fold into one Light as a breeze like a Movie we saw together, long ago Wrinkled blouses need to be ironed To a go-round ballad stuffed with dreams Speaking into a black leather Dictaphone First draft was crowded with believers Throughout thoughtless winters Filling a pitcher of daylight towers Where trumpets fall into a deep coma Until the next considerable event And I… Hanging out in a bar of maidens Opting a hungry sea on bended knees Perhaps not the most popular, but my choice Scribing the subway’s punctuality They shush me so to listen and learn Even though the schedule changes The warriors wear friendly faces Weathering the day I kiss the empty purse of dare Thinking about a labyrinth of glow Ignoring traffic lights and stop signs To me, green pigeons are a wonder Do you see them? Returning to this bouncy city Perpetrators of country homes And the white horses of lyrical art And it’s so good to sing Ohhhh, I literally sob Tears of inner thoughts, eager For the wanton of primrose water Pulling me into a final blossom Sad, perhaps…but rolling the dice anyway The stakes being, a single passion flower Which closes and dies with the night sky But, it comes from an opulent place Of comrades with gothic wings Who wear gloves through the storms Trying to reach me… Thoughts guiding them Granting me strength and sage I know poor things are treaties And they’re mine to share I’d rather die then trade them Time is generally right No one owes me? Mine is a young and slender kiss Of open roads and tender breezes Which takes my hand for better or worst Within the quagmires of coverlet nights Sending me back... Always to the beginning |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Each stanza...almost as if each were a separate poem, an individual identity...these then are the facets of the living... Enjoyed this read [3 times!] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
YOURS ..."is a young and slender kiss Of open roads and tender breezes" ~ Indeed it is! That is one of the reasons I read, then read again, a poem written by you..."Sending me back... Always to the beginning." Thank you for this morning offering! Have a great day!  Linda |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
the dough boy without air would be spagetti? you are a pinata poetess Lee J each image stuffed full of sweet bits kewl stuff lady |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ I think the piper plays a special tune for you. Good morning sweet. |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Lee, your words amaze me as your imagery, again wonderful work, enjoyed. Sincerely Rick |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
always enjoy your wise words of wisdom very nice |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
LeeJ, You do this well. How I haven't a clue as I would fail. Nicely done. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
LeeJ You are quality. Dave |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I found this intently moving LeeJ. Reads beautifully to vivaldi and chablis.  It would read beautifully as graffiti on on a subway as well. This doesn't need lace and finery wrappers, it's all inside the package. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Your words always settle over me in a mood of wonder - SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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