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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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The past is a reprimand drenching potential firmness Summer broods There is something pompous in the wind Producing friction-like egotism Slapping my face, this way and that… Wham, wham, wham…. Terrified textures with a sniper’s mood Explosive…..knot of refusals Telling what minds are capable of? Cold warriors, recoiling feelings with Fairytale feminist holding a giant hand Mother Teresa beauty, eating stones Prone to automatic characteristics Some would say Her hubby walked on water Ghoulish imagination to concoct? Thematic matters of theme parks Hard around the edges Invisible cities, are a train of thought? Two minds become first hand knowledge Where gold ingots are garbage Drinking from an angelic chalice Pretty poems grow complicated With overlays torqued! Jesters shaking bells or’r the earth Fools spit aloud, their shinning crown of manhood Emphasizing a work in progress Lives the knights… Finding a new meaning to “Brick of the City” She is, perhaps more then a book? A vagrant breeze? I think not! This so called prostitute Denied flight? Recounting fate, gender By clerics, who plucked her feathers! But the buds have blown, snapping an echo Things are dying! Pointing to traditionalists Whose prize becomes a fish? Blame is a growing town Populated by people who need to get out Mannerisms become whores Atrocities Deep in mud, crawling all over, glued to cloth With an ancient photographers trick An artist, genius, who painted himself Inventing clocks… What was he hiding? Camelot’s secret? Unnamable activities board a flight for the moon Suffering post-partum syndrome Seeking light therapy systems Triggering the cycle With drop dead sufferers Fostering Brain Fog Which is more then a deficit disorder Whatever couches the mind Inside this hazy threshold An incantation wails Splitting the fish Defining their loss Or perhaps baroque directness of voice? Was comprehension used in good effort? To scribe the dead sea scrolls? What was playing hide and seek Who was the holy grail? Channeling a fire storm Growing tongues The food chain plays a one-liner Like a dog sniffing someone’s crouch Elements oozing into rivers In third world chapbooks Become ensnarled by a semi Mack truck Moving names and sweet meats Into touch wearing lies While the baby talks, talks, talks About a world wide delineate element Consistent with winsome intimacy Internal and erratic Turning into nature Not yet born Hiding Holy Blood |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Your poetry never fails to amaze Lee, i would love to offer you a proper critique, but your poetry conundrums prevent me from doing so without looking at a book of words and finding your sharp incisive mind, i will get back to you..thank you for now... Goldenrose. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ You discribe the face of change. From inside looking out. In that it must be very strange The other way I really doubt. Good morning sweet. |
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Shelley Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 263Ohio, USA |
this is some world eh? I really love the images you portray here. Kinda scarey, but such is the world. Nice |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Two minds become first hand knowledge Where gold ingots are garbage Drinking from an angelic chalice Pretty poems grow complicated With overlays torqued! Jesters shaking bells or’r the earth Fools spit aloud, their shinning crown of manhood" Powerful! Enjoyed very much Lee J. JL |
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