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Restless Milieu
I went to bed with a bad memory All night it kept kicking me in the heart In the morning when we woke neither of us felt we got any rest tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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The Unveiled Word. I…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Author’s Comment: the unveiled word. I … was written for the Joe Cole challenge in another poetry forum. Yes. it is empty stanzas. I … Continue reading
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Lovely Dreaming Foxes (extended version)
LDF first appeared on http://www.rebellesociety.com/2012/11/04/lovely-dreaming-foxes/ See Rebel Society for more great poetry I grab the key, attached by a lace of leather to a foot long piece of restoration wood. I look up at the wall behind the counter. It’s 1955. … Continue reading
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I Polish Mirrors (Poetry for the Joe Cole challenge)
I polish mirrors. My story is the collision of what I say with what you hear or something careless That I’m here for just a sentence Poorly wrapped A bow untied Unzipped Unstacked All fallen rose petals Under-watered wilted pages … Continue reading
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Poets for God
Skin is shred by ricochet Shattered marbles shot by childish thoughts at play from a circle etched by a blunted knife into the hardened dirt of a playground, paved for life Threads of clarity patch weary fabric The cloth of … Continue reading
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Glowering Junkies
A glowering beat junkie shuffles frayed hems over avenue I, propped up preened, through the door he trips, to find a pew All this, I watch with a dour view Down in a beanery where souls are served coffee with … Continue reading
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A Seed Found Furrow in My Brow (Seaberg/Phosphorimental)
A seed found furrow in my brow Awaiting harvest, hungers now Through my fertile mind’s palimpsest A vine breaks soil where memories nest Pushing on with a writhing stem From deep brown earth toward blue welkin With nostalgic rays, a … Continue reading
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Oh Icarus, what have you done?
FOLLOW THIS LINK TO ORIGINAL COLLABORATION SITE: Oh Icarus, what have you done? Image alchemy by “Life Through Blue Eyes” (Diana Matisz) Poet accompaniment by Phosphorimental ______ Up here, hollering winds unsettle dust softening on Empyrean rising thermals graze cloud … Continue reading
Last Nights “Best Used By” Date
These days, the “sell by” date dictates the menu for my morning meal. The next torpedo through the torpor will be the sound of last nights unfinished dinner scraped into the centrifuge of my garbage disposal; separating hardened gruel into … Continue reading
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Love Ballad of My Generation
Those days recall less colors and even less sense With longer hair like Jackson Browne, Pensively reeling in half rhymed ballads walkin’ like Dylan and shredding our voices like Springsteen. “walkin’ real loud…” When poets sang and singers Listened, from … Continue reading
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