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Posted by cazywaz • 6/16/09 • Subscribe to this Discussion [RSS] • Report This Topic
Topics: blogging, clippits, poetry
just post maybe one of your really short poems.. just a little taste of what your poetry is like, so people can see if they want to read more or not
it can be a paragraph of a poem, or a small poetic phrase you've made up to live by.
I run through the busy street, to follow your scent.
The one that fills me with a soft buzzing that weighs down my head.
Your oblivious nature leaves me in your peripheral, where I always stay.
Please wake up and realize, don't leave me this way.
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It is here, at the moment of crisis,
that fantasy comes to his releif.
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We are
who we are
when we are
what we are
with our masks on.
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He imagines his true self sexy and debonair - a Fred staire
ignoring gravity, gracefully tipping his hat and magically
tapping his cane the moment he glides onto the dance floor.
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Then again, he wearies of dreams of transcendent flesh,
and tip-toes back, seeing himself at peace with the
world of desire and and fancies himself a transcendent,
a natural naturalist of acceptance as it were.
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Other times he retires into the fantasy of being master
of his craft, his art, and subservient to none.
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Mostly he is content with the role he has always
courted, the cynical outsider tempered with humor ,
a casual observer of a complex intent world.
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Stars fall down when I think of you..
I still remember your words as you said goodnight
I still remember your dreams
you said you'd never leave and I said I'd never go
I wonder what went wrong
now the sky is drowning me
now the silence is so loud..as I wait here
wonder where it went wrong
as rain drops turn to bullets
falling down on me,tumbling down with stars
but I'm the only one dying when I think of you -
How "bout this:
I look at the floor
That is near door
Something that is there
Which is not suppose to be there
I went to that something
But then I begin to think
Who cares whether it is there
When no one knows it is there
So I left it there
And don't give a care.
Guess what is that thing?
Answer:- I don't know. I just made it up. It can be anything, must be without odour. Happy blogging. -
Gotham City Circus
The nights are darker and the lights are brighter
As if the world was lit by a purple Bic lighter
Customers and merchants gather in the square
While dreadlocked men puffed smoke into the air
Gray clouds form above Gotham City
Dulling all that is colorful, nice and pretty
A scream echoes in the dark, deep into the abyss
Six shots were fired, but three of them missed
The city is transformed into a solemn little circus
Frowning clowns out on the town trying to find a purpose
I hear music. It appears that the marching band is here
Pumping rhythm into an addict's heart while the doctor yells "Clear"
All the while the acrobats gracefully glided off the roof
Heaven was their safety net, so they jumped towards the truth
The magician took some magic powder and mixed it in a pot
Out came rocks and gems, luminous and hot
A juggler tried desparately to juggle all his problems
But all the balls fell when a man shot and robbed him
The circus is running well like a well-oiled machine
This is reality pretending to be a nightmare pretending to be a dream
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A much lighter "poem" (trash):
Blade Runner Love (version 6.0)
I love my android chick. She's perfect even with the glitches
She tells me that she loves me when I flip the switches
She's got more heart than these human bitches
I don't need anyone else, so I'm burning bridges
Making love in the pod while taking pictures
I'm mad about you like a hundred Hitlers
www.flipnautick.xanga.com -
Construction
(by Ariadna Garibaldi)
"I built this edifice
brick by brick,
The framework made of irrefutable arguments,
the walls of ideas,
Filled, overflowing with poetry
but not without direction,
And in the juxtaposition of the sounds and harmonies
I synthesized love."
(Translated to English by Neal Mulvenna) -
i dream about you and i lost my breath, i saw you and i lost my nerve.
i gave you my heart and i lost my hope, i gave you my love and i almost lost my life. ~ I Lost Everything ~
www.luckyless.blogspot.com -
I publish your poems and give credit on my blog for free:
literature-gothic.blogspot.com/
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