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    Riesa, came home from dancing salsa and saw your supportive message. I am floored. Thank you so much!!!!!

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    Girl talk ~Sophia~

    Girl Talk

    If I could speak to you - Frida, Léonor, Leonora - Margaret
    I would fiery say your sibylline minds change me.

    Those double jointed hips, diarized scars,
    stapled nipples, retractable wombs

    skeletons wired with explosives -

    it was the fallout of you.
    The heap of cleavage and clitoris.
    Dirty laundry, dirty bombs imploding

    the femme enfant only authorized
    to live - to love between man’s while.

    Clearly - giving life means taking life,
    the quickening egg devouring its host.

    I would tell you I have a new canvas
    turned to the wall - the birth of death.

    Remedios nailed to a bed, raptors emerging
    two by two from the nest between her legs.

    Fiercely - your sibylline hands rearrange me.


    By ~Sophia~
    Everyone knows what's in room 101.


    Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.

    "Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"

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    I'm so very flattered Kevin. Thank you! This poem is important to me and I'm grateful it touched you.

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    Close Your Eyes and Think of Cleveland

    Last night when I struggled to close the blinds,
    I promised myself: “Tomorrow when I reopen these
    I'll see clusters of evergreens and a cloudless sky
    mirrored in an inland sea.” This morning’s yank
    uncovered the same old stark cement,
    same unobstructed view of disappointment
    undisturbed, still parked there.

    Magic thoughts ride horses wishing for a longer road,
    which winds up looking at a dead-end. Change,
    that engine of desire, stalls, chokes. It’s no
    game, this life, yet we cheer it on, like fans
    watching their team lose, season after season.
    We tell ourselves next year will be different,
    and all the while, we wait.

    We're all lined up, it’s said, on the same shore; it’s not
    supposed to matter which side of the lake we're on.
    Next door to mansions, shacks should know their place.
    In squalid cities, trash cans overflow
    with the waste of crumpled dreams. Tidy
    is the sentiment that failure and a lack
    of success are not the same.

    Who still believes that sarcasm has no soul
    or sincerity necessarily has a heart,
    when earnestly we're always told
    we're not alone; we do not suffer alone?
    For amid the dust of a darkened room
    each one of us knows that we are,
    and we do.

    Being and not having is no curse, and hope
    beats memory any day. Alive or not
    there are some I once knew well, and some
    I no longer know, yet still remember,
    and others I have never met at all
    but somehow know. With any of them
    there’s nothing that I'd want to share –

    –except the thought that next time they open
    their blinds their sorrow-laden eyes will rally
    with a brighter glimpse; and for you, this drink
    from an imaginary well is on me, peeking
    through a knothole in the left field wall. Let’s
    raise an empty glass and toast the sky.
    (You know who you are.)

    by AuntShecky

    In this poem, AuntShecky says she is asking: In a world of failure and squalor are we asking to much of hope and imagination?

    I reply: not with poetry like this. Thank You AuntShecky; I raise a glass to you.
    "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
    "Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai
    "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka

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    Thank you, qimissung. I'm touched (in more ways than one.)
    No really, thank you!

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    That really is a great poem Auntie!!!

    Okay so this is one that i personally feel belongs here...

    PARENTS

    Argue, shout, scream
    Invade every dream

    Walked out on the mother
    Made me hate my brother

    Uncaring, Unfeeling
    Belittling, Decieving

    Misinterprate, misunderstand
    Really is a better man

    Always working, never there
    But however, pretends to care

    Questions, Questions every day
    How I wish she'd go away

    Not her fault
    She just dont understand
    Just respond the best I can
    See I'm not that kind of man

    Dont discuss feelings
    Dont discuss plans
    Just sat with the knife
    Cutting lines in my hands

    Kilted Exile
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

    "If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
    Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer


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    This is a great one from PrinceMyshkin.

    Tumult was my table

    Tumult was my table,
    tohu-vavohu my daily bread.
    Half my passion
    was another man’s fatigue

    and I was wandering,
    wandering, down a road without a sign
    where all the other travellers
    were blessed or blind.

    The din of life
    was loud and overwhelming.
    I heard it as if every orchestral player
    was playing from a different score.

    And I was losing half my mind
    along with all the other travellers,
    some of whom were blessed,
    and some of whom were merely blind.
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    LET THERE BE LIGHT

    "Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena

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    Clueless

    Clueless
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    Sometimes it is nice when people do use complete sentences instead of SMS-language...

    You wrote me
    "I want U 2"
    and all got confused

    Mixed up

    Do you want me to
    do what?
    What did you say last time?
    Blow to the head

    Did we talk about her?

    Do you want me too
    also
    Placing me second
    asking me to accept

    I probably read way too much into this

    I just hope
    You are getting tickets
    to their concert.

    Don't know about you, but I really like this poem of Sapphire's!

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    The Circumference, by Qimmisung

    Quote Originally Posted by qimissung View Post
    It was in the night that I dreamed
    And in the dreaming saw myself
    Young and golden and free
    I awoke smiling at my innocent self
    And stepped unthinkingly across
    The circumference of that life and this
    A rope of evil binds me, breathes
    Its excoriating breathe upon my cheek
    Inhales my youth and cherished naiveté
    Takes it unto himself as if he had the right
    To step into my world with his cloven
    Hooves and ill-gotten power and take,
    And take, and take again, to exercise
    His will, his hubris, his misbegotten soul on me
    I will survive
    I am strong
    But this is not what my potters’ hands envisioned
    And the little voice that says not this, no, not this
    I cradle her to my breast very tenderly now
    I wish she could forget
    Unfortunately she can’t
    How vivid and strong, Qimmisung!

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    Thank you Prince. This wouldn't have been written without you (literally, as this was inspired by Prince's poem, "In the News Today").
    "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
    "Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai
    "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka

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    Quote Originally Posted by qimissung View Post
    Thank you Prince. This wouldn't have been written without you (literally, as this was inspired by Prince's poem, "In the News Today").
    Holy smoke! Now I'm tempted to see if I can write one inspired by yours!

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    The Lobster Quadrille

    To stop the dream now so soon and for what,
    because we have forgotten how to dance
    in quarter time? This is not us sleeping:
    the lobster traps are empty, the past hides
    in our breathing, a cough to right the dream
    that floats in water like the wrinkled moon.
    Look into the mirror of the sea, it peels
    where the nets drag, the lobsters are dancing
    backwards, in a quadrille, while dead champagne
    gathers in the tide pools with fallen stars.
    The mirror is a world that’s still a world,
    though you turned your back and now it is changed.
    There is a girl who is no more a girl,
    cinnamon and wave, poor Alice, she stays
    inside the games and puzzles, backwards talk
    cellar the in rats the though and
    , she knows,
    she mourns for what small things can make us glad.
    You must step through the past, into the clear
    reflection of the dance of hearts. Don’t think,
    dance in this new world, as if you are dreaming.

    by firefangled

    I love the images created herein, the world reflected again and again, our perception of it changing with the blink of an eye and the small things that make us glad.
    "The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
    "Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai
    "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka

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    This one, by Delta40:

    Brian the Conkerer

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    Bits of string to the wood
    where the conkers be
    There you might find
    Ye old chestnut tree

    A small foot in the crook
    lifts a boyish body high
    Yucky grimy knees
    scraped on every side

    So go forth young Brian
    wrap your hand around
    the fattest horse chestnuts
    to ever be found

    Pluck from its bough
    choicest of the wise
    stow within your breast
    Find you the biggest prize!

    Oh Conkerer see others
    scrabble at your feet
    shake, shake the tree!
    let them grab the prickly treats!

    leap back down to the earth
    and colour autumn best
    with the ancient song of herald
    throughout the golden forest

    'Oddly oddly onker!
    Brian has done thee proud
    I have my first conker!
    begone you beggarly crowd'

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    I Have a Butter Knife, and I Know How
    To Use It*



    All around this place bags abound –
    white ones from the supermarket
    and the dollar store, colored and clear
    sleeves that the newspaper came in.
    These bags are not toys! They're plastic,
    and lethal. What’s to prevent me
    from wrapping one over my head?

    We've got a cabinet shelf full
    of over-the-counter medicines,
    little bottles with child-proof safety
    caps, and capsules behind shrink-
    wrapped bubbles you can't open
    without a blow-torch in full flame.
    But I wouldn't hesitate
    to down the lot of ‘em. Maybe
    I'll do fifteen Tylenols and die
    of boredom waiting for
    something to happen.

    And there’s that oven that brags
    that it’s “self-cleaning” but hasn't
    lifted a finger since we've been here.
    Still, I'm this far away from turning
    the knob and putting my head in.
    On the electric coil I'll broil
    my nose to spite my face. A first
    degree burn is worth the third
    degree you'll get from the Authorities.

    You hear me? I'm not kidding around,
    not just whistling “Dixie” here, not that
    I ever learned the song all the way through
    or ever got the hang of whistling. I mean
    it, though! You'd better watch your
    step, Mister. I'm just saying.


    *With sincere apologies to Dorothy “Resumé ” Parker
    Effortlessly brilliant.

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    I would have added this one, Blnk vrz, if you hadn't.
    'For sale: baby shoes, never worn'. Hemingway

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