Open Poetry #34 |
Open Poetry #33 - Part 3 |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I had a dream of a red moon rising like the caress of a firestorm to remind my soul that I can fly to heaven uncapturable like a loose leaf from a shade tree. Oh, beautiful tree, one great Oak, do you want me? Will you, when snow begins falling, hang up the welcome sign for the mind of a woman before it, like a whisper of air lost in the shuffle of passing things and human temperament, falls like a summer storm into Serenity’s garden party? Some friendships die young in the merging tastes of life and death but with each drop of blood stringing me along in this “Hell on Earth” reality series there’ll be a moment of somewhere in time to rock my moon of passion’s storm and bring clarity to a shade tree gypsy under a shady Maple painting with the mind the hearts of married men all in time blowing up the tv. (can you picture it?) Social camouflage doesn’t work nor a secret kept on the road that takes me home in my own way and the shadowed play of truth seekers at the gathering no fountain or harvest moon when two fists down and to the left a volcano, Mount St. Helens, waits to erupt and disrupt a new bachelor’s ramblings. With nature I’m at one but my collection of bad dreams in this perfect paradise living by the sea and the ocean of tomorrow brings the lack of inside me and sighs of September still cry when holding on to moments and seeking something traditional like Alicia, the bar room queen, when overestimating lilac dreams of tender faith. Soft adorn after the storm and time remains standing still this picture perfect September morn but God never sleeps within your song, the Cincinnati Rhapsody and St. Louis Serenade. Blue October … and where do we stand from here? Chocolate Brunettes and Strawberry Blondes survivors, with lavender tea and quiet like yet another dream? |
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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Social camouflage doesn’t work nor a secret kept on the road that takes me home in my own way and the shadowed play of truth seekers at the gathering no fountain or harvest moon when two fists down and to the left a volcano, Mount St. Helens, waits to erupt and disrupt a new bachelor’s ramblings. the entire poem was simply stunning harmony to the T |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
FANTASTIC!!!!!!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I cna't believe how you do these! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Unbelievable how you do these! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Well, Dixie and Jo, I actually don't think it's me doing them - I'm merely the vehicle. |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
!!!! Amazing! ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* My Journal |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Yipee - love this ride - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Smiling all the way through these... onto the next... you've done a marvelous job at this. Maree into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
How utterly creative! Now I'm on to the next! EA |
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