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    This poem by Princemyshkin is heart rending.

    For my daughter

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    whenever she might happen to see this
    If I were to look inside
    at the wristwatch in my heart,
    if I were to look inside
    and say: ‘It’s time for us to love each other,’

    I’m afraid she might reply,
    “But, Dad,
    we haven’t synchronized our watches.”
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    Quote Originally Posted by Delta40 View Post

    I can see my house from here by Jerrybaldy

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    I picked her a daisy
    and counted petals
    of she loves me
    she loves me not.
    Simply beautiful!
    I will have to add this one in my favourites too!
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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    hello Pensive

    I came here to post MM's poem and just saw your entry. Thank you very much.
    Jerry

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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    just noticed you were quoting Delta. Thanks Delta. If it werent for MM I may never had known x

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    For those who do not,
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    Have An Accident? by MystyrMystyry

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    I remember - don't fully understand

    Heart of Glass on the radio

    Roaring from the tunnel

    Interstate 49 in the fast lane

    Which had slowed to a crawl

    I recall the noise before impact

    Couldn't tell you what it was

    Cops everywhere two megaphones apiece

    'Move along! Nothing to see here!'

    They were wrong - plenty of seahorses

    And octopusses drifting across the landscape

    Somehow the Pontiac had become airborne

    Crashes through the windscreen of the first Big Mack

    Which suddenly stops, allowing the Ferrari to

    Cruise underneath, losing its lid and scooping

    The Beetle up and over the bridge

    While the rest of the convoy rear-ends itself

    Into a compressed accordian

    Bloodied bodyparts strewn for miles

    A muffled howling from the Gypsy caravan

    Reveals a fortuneteller had swallowed her

    Crystal Ball - her flying wig worn by a soaring toucan

    The man dressed as a crocodile

    Runs around on fire clutching his ears

    The blue-eyed buffalo gazing down from the hill

    The girl with her head stuck in a bucket

    Tapdancing to an imaginary rhythm

    One fireman waving his arms while stuck up the ladder

    The other spurting water up and over

    The astronaut trying to gather his scorpions

    Into the hole with a wooden box around it

    While being booted in the butt by an irate goat

    The submarine stuck upright into the embankment

    The rhinocerous in the tree

    Silver knights on clydesdales plodding to the joust




    The storm breaks just then - a fork of lightning

    Ripping through the stray airship which bursts into flame

    And spirals downward toward the horizon

    As the cooler-than-cool retired detective arrives

    'Everybody just keep calm -

    'I've seen this sort of thing before...'

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    Last edited by MystyrMystyry; 04-10-2011 at 07:29 AM.

    I love this. It makes me want to write.
    JB
    Last edited by Jerrybaldy; 04-18-2011 at 03:13 AM.

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    Thanks JB - First time up here I think

    For this week mine's already established:


    Bix

    Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke
    (March 10, 1903 – August 6, 1931)

    It was said of Bix
    That his Cornet spat out notes
    Like shooting bullets at a bell
    And his solos sounded as sweet
    As a girl saying yes.
    Bix Beiderbecke was simply the best
    He was at the birth of hot music
    His light illuminated
    The jazz age
    His Cornet accompanied
    The roaring twenties
    He was a romantic legend,
    The young man with a Horn
    But in keeping with the character
    Of the very best of youth
    His flame burned very brightly
    But equally it burned quickly
    And like the most beautiful star
    He burned himself out
    All too soon
    Bix lived for the jazz
    But died for the booze

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    The Drive
    by Delta
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    She tried to stop
    her husband from leaving
    so she hung onto the windscreen wiper
    and side mirror till he got hungry.
    He pulled over at a pizza joint
    and after straightening her hair,
    they licked breast milk ice cream
    off the bonnet of the car.
    They watched a man strip naked
    in a field across the road.
    He covered himself in cow manure
    then jerked off into a wad of tissues.
    Inside, Gino hollered ‘Mama Mia!’
    when he saw the face of Jesus
    appear on a 3 cheese pizza.
    Everyone oohed and ahhed
    then rethought their diet.

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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    Thanks for the nomination. I hate writing poetry (I think its poetry) but I can't stop either.

    Sock puppet says: Read poetry and then you will know!
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    The Rise and Fall of Anne Boleyn

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    Dark Muse

    My Lady Icarus
    rose like the black-checkered
    queen and set your sights
    too high,
    with the world already
    tilting beneath your feet
    you sought to reach
    what even fate could not bestow.

    By night's shadow
    you weaved your own
    wings upon which you
    believed you could fly
    endlessly, unrestrained,
    but even you, moon faced
    beauty, where women could
    only hope to reflect
    the light of men,
    was scorched by passion.

    Wanting more than
    the scraps that were given,
    world-shaker
    how your pale fingers reached out
    to touch
    what should not be touched
    and you were burned
    by lust and ambition
    for not even you
    could hold the sun between your hands
    or thighs.

    For how can he,
    golden crowned
    with the world before his feet
    know any but the love of self,
    how he has always
    burned through the hearts
    and beds of women,
    until nothing but ashes were left.

    For one brief
    glorious moment,
    you thought you had conquered
    all, and you beheld
    the universe,
    but it was too all consuming
    as a bird on broken wings
    you fell into the depths
    of darkness forever
    cast from his light.

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    Pillow Talk

    By Blank Verse

    And turning to me you would say
    how sometimes you wished that a morning,
    or even a whole day,
    would drape itself over the clothesline
    like a bedsheet or king-size duvet,
    so you'd be able to beat the life out of it
    if things hadn't gone your way.
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    Pecking Order by hillwalker

    'Pecking Order' by hillwalker

    In these boreal days, upon the cusp of solstice,
    spare a thought for all the birds who scavenge here for crumbs of solace…..

    the humming bird from far Cathay,
    her shimmer like a gemstone in the pelt of winter

    the turtle dove from Central Park,
    her cooing ever poignant, ever soothing to the troubled brow

    the feisty kookaburra, chirruping and cursing at the brou-haha,
    the tiny warbler dancing in the margin, never heard but never far away

    the Cockney sparrow, vibrant, sparking,
    never bowing to the posturing of bullfinches or woodpeckers

    the firebird, a phoenix seeking bright ascendance,
    lily trotter, feet upon the water, Dylanesque as ever
    then a puff of dust as roadrunner goes past in snakeskin boots

    and here’s the speckled starling, oft neglected,
    mimicking the gods yet with the nerve to shhit upon their shoulders

    and on a distant perch, the cockatiel,
    his measured words as close as birds can get to being divine,
    his every squawk as wise as Socrates

    while on the strand, the solitary heron, slow to settle,
    fixes eyes upon the waves that scrabble for the shore

    the patient vulture enters from the shadows, poised to probe
    the rotten carcasses of those who perished on the barbs of criticism

    havoc cried aloft upon the wing, a hawk a-hover on the lilting wind,
    with talons bared yet tipped in velvet

    all eclipsed by looming shadow from a mightier wingspan,
    hooded eyes attuned to form and syntax,
    scattering seeds and peanuts as she hits the table…..

    but alas too late to make a difference
    as that ruddy kitty-cat emerges from the fireside; all is quiet, all is calm.

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    I have a quibble with this
    "the rotten carcasses of those who perished on the barbs of criticism"
    because it's the one place I could see where Hillwalker stepped aside from the avian world to comment - indeed, to judge - the human one. Apart from that what a triumphant parade this is of noticing and honouring these bords.

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    An untitled poem by PrinceMyshkin

    An untitled poem by PrinceMyshkin


    Between the scramble
    in your mind and the slop
    in mine we could assemble us
    a stew of an unusual kind.

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    Mood Swings by Delta

    Mood Swings, by Delta
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    Sucking in the cool jet of oven gas
    gives me little comfort.
    While an egg boils on the stove,
    the grease stained door sticks into my ribs.
    This will never work, I think.
    It's like trying to catch piss with a sieve
    and the toast is bound to pop up before I pass out.
    I fill my cheeks one last time, while remnants of logic scream,
    Who will butter the toast dummy?
    I try to imprint my face in the yellow block on the table.
    Hard and unrelenting, I realise nothing will soften its core,
    not even my wheezing, noxious breath.
    I reflect on the odium of misery that I have spread throughout my life
    and scrape all hope of eggs and toast into the bin.
    A sleepy eyed child in Pooh Bear pyjamas appears by my side and tugs at my apron.
    To be sure the radiant sun bursts through even the darkest of clouds!
    He-wo Gwan-ma. Me hungwee.
    From above, two bowls of Cornflakes rain down like a gift from God.
    Feasting on life's heavenly crunch, our mirth is the milk of such joy
    that we tumble to the floor in a furious tickle match.
    Tomorrow I swear to do better.

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    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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