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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Rain following like tedious arguments Becomes a muttering funeral parlor Rubbing its back against questions Questions I have no answers for… So I hang out in rooms where poets go We speak of restless nights, Lost presumes…adorations and kind Licking corners of languid pools High colors of Michelangelo Spawning farther rooms Ones I may never reach Braiding the pale hair of time Modestly rich the arms of voice We fast in area codes Despite kindred visions In tea cups while rolling up and down hills Squeezing me till humbleness flows From all the worth, the progress We have lined vacancies of the sea With strength to force the moments Where mermaids sing White froth of their seaward waves Lingering, like two novels saved Should I have leaned out the window then? Or slept peacefully? Still lingering his scent... I had seen some talk of you and me Great flickers in silent seas Felt, wept and collected rain In a holy place, waiting and learning Hurting and sharing hours with the sea The sea…since childhood The greatest marmalade of fear Shares a magic lamp One of ridicule tugging on my dress Humankind reads Emily Dickinson But from above such quiet eyes Quote “Anything is possible” I am rich in what might have beens But for the glory of life’s automatic writing Well preserved and never worn out And so, the unanswerable question Of foolishness and blind Feels me looking in again Asking God for roses Don’t we all? “Reporting for duty sir”, seems our demise What errand must I run? What indicates the rhyme? Equipped with dawn and winter’s helm I love dusk dew and this alone Until perhaps the day When love with naked reach Splashing from malignant yawns Against my breast With twin passions With filtered sea A craft of one monotonous moment Can be satisfied for a lifetime When one goes outside Listen, can you hear the sound of carpenters In the words, asking for roses? 5 children graduate I read the comics with enthusiasm Waiting for another joint project Thus, spending years writing of beauty And exercises with formidable advisories Galloping into the prophecy of time Where hope floats, devoted to the guardian Of feverish public actions Looking to possess a small but inspirational income A skillful Sea Captain Who discovers me, promising no more Hollywood glamour Then who he is…considering, where we’d both like to journey Perhaps the Peace Corps, productive to our country…? [This message has been edited by LeeJ (01-11-2005 08:08 AM).] |
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Soulfisher Member
since 2005-01-07
Posts 226where ever the fly fishing is good |
"High colors of michelangelo spaning farther rooms ones I may never reach." Oh but I beg to differ I think you just did. |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
awesome  ive been thinking alot about the peace corps lately, now even more. always a pleasure to read your wisdom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ You have filled my mind full of eggs and they hatch one by one.  |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Beautiful words from a beautiful mind and heart. Wonderful write Lee J. JL |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
you make me want to join wheverever you are going with such lust for life |
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