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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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a warm breeze, stammered windless gaits across my face like some distance traces, come hither genetic accounts, they were, those twinkling eyes of curious mixtures waving knobby kneed suggestions, lazily gushing out from fountains in my mind rude old stages, extending to both sides left, as well as right, plotting every penny those moments… dancing with the light…of migrant workers dark brown eyes in an elusive café of life recurring dreams & tantalizing stories some heavy set lumberjack prose, smelling of whisky… great numbers of towns, oceans & cites compelled to wear a path within feelings while drinking java on a warm country porch voices…reapplied, smelling of springtime, some blasting their last farewell horns blowing against my body, like the wind of a speeding train… some like, paranormal activity, turning on and off by themselves…or perhaps from some face to face spirit… penchant for throwing things around the corridors of my mind soft exciting flyboy ghosts long since, remembered like morning glories in the finished cobwebs of dew surely smooth oblong amniotic effects buckling up garden pockets translucent moving chartreuse hushed chords a mother’s call…powerful cool wafer’s of one step at a time putting meat on the bones some stories, still today, shedding little light on unexpected encounters some oppressive pieces of mysteries more educational then family secrets like an embryo, looking toward the future sitting on the window seat of light & shadow wondering what birds are singing about thick warm hands of colored candy wrappers sweet tastes of their own…bread knife fingerprints treetops moving in the veins of thinking sound distant, close, windmills in-between deliberately hanging out wash white smooth oscillations of dazzling sunshine bringing in an urgency to grow up like an unfolding of nature time and consciousness leaning on stupendous clouds…blues, violet, swirling worlds of remembrance across the lawn of sensations… and I gaze and gaze at the fireplace of Christmas my child’s first…bursting pantries of happiness running barefooted across my mind and those thoughts, those memories…inseparable chums that try and tickle you like a shower of golden gods… the universe of medium exchange, winks a dance of nature like a proper meal of spring…with white emblems of fluttering color touching my soul with big smiles of French words and candles conscious desire, tidal waves of dreams that came true historical vignettes, things turning scarier then a lost girl on a darkened street… a quest that every child wishes for…tales of long journeys and hardships eagerly embarking on reason, hope & the deep blue eyes of freedom sparkling like glistening waves chuncks of swindling food, asking about heaven coaxing thoughts off to sleep, feeing raging rivers and muffled screams they hold the trembling child close, tied to a dominate sea like a lovely brave young woman, thoughts turn to destiny racing back across my life line where a warm breeze, stammered windless gaits across my face soul and mind |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"and those thoughts, those memories…inseparable chums that try and tickle you like a shower of golden gods… the universe of medium exchange, winks a dance of nature like a proper meal of spring…with white emblems of fluttering color touching my soul with big smiles" What on earth is this poem doing way down here!!!!! Incredible write, LeeJ!  ....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
LeeJ - I'm always speechless after reading your poetry but, no, I lie because there is one word that always escapes my lips. Amazing - yes, that's it - amazing! |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
 beautiful lee.....your words always provoke thought and image.... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"voices…reapplied, smelling of springtime, some blasting their last farewell horns blowing against my body, like the wind of a speeding train…" I thought that I would not find anything better than these lines, reading down the poem...but I was wrong! But than you knock me off my chair with this blockbuster... "surely smooth oblong amniotic effects buckling up garden pockets translucent moving chartreuse hushed chords a mother’s call…powerful cool wafer’s of one step at a time putting meat on the bones" Reading further, I am shell-shocked....but the concussion sure feels good...  -----------ice ><> |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
something like a curtain over an open window moving just enough for my eyes to see the day enjoyed you ms |
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