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Open Poetry #36

Starry Starry Night

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

0 posted 2005-07-22 12:57 PM

Her eyes
Were like dishwater
After supper

Her marbled skin
Burned by the sun
And as pocked as the surface of the moon

The words
She said would kill a bird
If heard while flying overhead

Her heart
A pit as black as coal
Her soul
For sure was forged in Hell

You take
What you can get
He sighed
As he fell in behind
All the time
Wishing he was dead

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2005-07-22 05:11 PM

wow, sounds like a wicked woman for sure...

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2005-07-22 05:57 PM

well, not the starry night scene I dream of

LOL, I always see swirls of blue and yellow, twinkling stars over bending cypress trees,
or crows over cornfields

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

3 posted 2005-07-22 08:08 PM

not the starry night I expected, but very well written Huan.

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

4 posted 2005-07-22 08:19 PM

Jus' Funnin'

For the Heck of it I thought there should be
something for those who do not get
to court gifts of God
much less sleep with angels.

Remember:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Shakespeare

Ceinwyn
Member Elite

since 2000-07-09

Posts 2175
VA

5 posted 2005-07-23 12:09 PM

I loved every word, beautiful

If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried.

Drauntz
Member Elite

since 2007-03-16

Posts 2905
Los Angeles California

6 posted 2007-04-27 12:32 PM

why "he"

a beautiful poem.

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