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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Short jumps could understand The stance, the concentration Beauty is about other women With dimpled smiles & all night fascinations Unnoticeably, I stand inside a mirror Fingering its invisible highway, like a mime Pinioned by battle cries…and macho guys Short with bad mannered fish eyes The house was empty, no tingles of heavy breathing Just humdrum screams mushrooming Taking all that lovers expect, with Limited options disputing death I look this way and that, can’t get out of this mirror Feeling hot and annoyed, like elastic ready to rupture And then epic dimensions of contrary ways Push and shove my rights in the blaze After all, I’m the product of divine stem cell studies His truth, always sneaks into residential suffrage Sopping up tears with double strength Brawny Shivering, with air lost to my lungs It was then remembered, I preferred this damn asthma Chasing me in the dark with egos painting my wall…I Began to see tomorrow, loosing sight of menthol In rapid succession, I sunk my teeth into that mirror Escaped through a commercial, traveling to West Virginia We were unlicked words hanging loose And once again, I lay across every one of them… He owned a sheltering sky, dropping candy from his pocket “Time was crying, for all the unsent letters” he said The ones we never discussed, from charitable organizations While singing of all the girls faces he’d known The ones who ate candy out of his hand Pretending to be foolish and ignorant “I may have slipped out to late”, I thought While he escorted me down long corridors I felt his every dream in all his stories Brought back from every worldly four corners He showed me wondrous bridges Magic beaches on Fifth Avenue Taking photos of us, everywhere we’d go Reminding me to open my hand while leaning forward Roll the dice until the questions were humored Rendering a Biblical memory His wisdom, pushed through my hands It wasn’t long till fire and verse scratched my heart Deep sweet unmasked mouthparts Reaching down, pulling me off the child pushing fifty Handing him the ends of all my desires Cha ching….laughed the blond looking over my shoulder Wide-eyed music lover East of Eden, in some other country Preparing his quantum field theory And then, there was me… At the bottom of the food chain with one claw into a dream Bitching and moaning bout finally kissing a prince Who said something about watching for blue prints So I wouldn’t get lost His memory still swims in the depths of my head While my soul remembers him kissing my neck Thick skin replaces a get out of jail free card [This message has been edited by LeeJ (04-22-2005 09:11 AM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ It happens every time. Good morning sweet. Excellent write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
amazing |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Lee, you write such a motion picture which entraps the reader, you are an amazing writer, intense and vivid. Enjoyed my friend, thank you for sharing. Sincerely Rick |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Not so thick, and not so jaded that you fail to notice when a friend falls....and far from cynnical enough to fail of lending a hand.... Having taken your advice, I offer mine....and you already know what it is....its corollary is, see yourself -- see yourself true....and walk on the balls of your feet. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Always enjoy your word arrangements, LeeJ, but am a little puzzled about the title...I don't see much in the poem that is "good" to focus on? Perhaps it was a good lesson... Turmoil is a gift sometimes, it makes us move on to better things, or at least towards them...and that can be also "good" ----------ice ><> |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"And then, there was me… At the bottom of the food chain with one claw into a dream" LeeJ - You are amazing. Too many good lines, too many good thoughts, to highlight each one and all but I do so like the above. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Unnoticeably, I stand inside a mirror Fingering its invisible highway, like a mime" ~ Another perfect example of your uniquely creative mime ~ I mean, "mind"! lol Have a day full of wonder! ~ and a wonderful night!   Linda |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
LeeJ, First, let me say it's great to read your writing again! You do have such a way in your writing to let the reader travel and feel. Especially, like these two lines. I look this way and that, can’t get out of this mirror Feeling hot and annoyed, like elastic ready to rupture I can feel the tension and unraveling. Take care. hugs, misce |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Awesome write...beautifuly detailed. Eric |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Many thanks to all of you for your blessings of not only reading, but taking the time to comment in your own special words... Yes, this is a poem about the reality of life...it is not a fantasy, merely the result of our choices...a few choices are not ours, but delivered to, by others we meet along the way...but, as in everyone's life, if we didn't loose, suffer, feel pain...then we wouldn't be able to distinguish the true blessings....some rely only on the negative...but some, truely do see the miracles in our lives...suffering does that...or should. Hugs to you and many thanks |
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