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    Break Down

    Heat pulsing
    mind racing
    head pounding
    slipping
    loosing my grip
    oxygen-breath-
    air-need-drink-
    drowning-starving
    whirlwind suck me
    up, flushed free
    pins and needles
    prick my skin
    no sanctuary
    SCREAM
    while I flea
    bare feet bleeding
    pumping-gasp
    gagging
    overwhelmed
    breaking down

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    wilbur's walrus cuffed me with a twig
    I haven't a fig or mention what you twaddle, quoth he with a waddle,
    crumping in silence with Sally the pig
    in proud green battles with beach-bleached white sailors.
    '...the rain
    is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
    Upon the glass and listen for reply'

    Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'

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    Quote Originally Posted by kiz_paws View Post
    Dear gawd, this is a dandy. Think of the heads spinning at a smokey coffeehouse as you stand at the mike...

    I love it!
    Thanks, kiz - and IP for previous props. Glad you like it because it seems to me to have something too, though I might do more to it. And regarding IP's second post, though both were good, I agree about the second standing out. It's got a great violence about it.

    Quote Originally Posted by kiz_paws View Post
    Awesome 'weird' poem, IP; there's a lot of charge going on here -- you can feel the pulse of a dilly of a storm!

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    Lo, from these folds of
    an ancient land
    the woods and meadows
    marked by the honorable scars of
    gallantry,
    once more,
    when malevolent intent describes
    a glowering shadow round and through
    the fabric of the good society,
    yea, then shall arise once more
    the muscular form of fiercest virtue
    lashing the very air
    in hunger for the challenge:
    Champion,
    the wonder horse.

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    Of Hat and Shoes

    Should I remove my shoes?
    Yesterday, in her wimple,
    Sister Cecilia’s rhythm, I must confess,
    caught my ear,
    and only then my eye, her sleeves rolled far,
    her arms dimpling with the strain, winter pines
    rubbing in the wind, caught in her sound of scrubbing.

    Should I touch my hat,
    passing her in the narrow hall—a breeze
    follows the habit of Poor Clare—the brim
    across my stare, do I dare to raise my hand?

    How is it those trees are more beautiful in snow,
    rags against the tattered bark and spreading seeds?
    Where shall I confess these memories, and less
    than that, who will know my heart when I am dead?
    Last edited by firefangled; 02-09-2009 at 04:13 PM.

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    then there was that time i was eaten by an anaconda

    TOO much fun to pass up! ALL of you are incredible!

    (It's long, I'm very sorry. )

    then there was that time i was eaten by an anaconda.


    I was trapped in an anaconda.
    (“-Wait, wait, what?”
    “Dude, just listen.”)
    I had been eaten, to be more specific.
    It was I who stepped into that murky water –
    I was not pushed -
    Half-aware of what was lurking beneath,
    Waiting for its next meal.
    I found myself being eaten alive,
    Not quite chewed, it’s a snake, after all-
    It’s true, I barely had a moment to scream before I was
    Swallowed whole, into the dark pits of the beast's belly.
    ("- Don't roll your eyes at me,
    I speak from experience!"
    "Was it rather like being in a dumpster?")
    I clawed at the slick lining of that
    Slimy, taut, unyielding wall,
    Until the space became too little
    For me to even breathe,
    And my arms were suddenly clenched to my sides
    And my muscles burned with pain.
    I would have screamed,
    But I could no longer feel my face,
    Or my flesh.
    In the once wide world I was now a lump
    In a snake,
    And I would suffocate.
    ("That is so weird."
    "It's my story,
    Of course it's going to be weird!")
    Half-digested,
    Half-decayed,
    Half-alive,
    I awoke-
    (“That’s not true,” you say,
    “You should have died.”
    “Shut up,” I reply,
    “And let me tell my god*mn story.”)
    No, I became the snake,
    “I am the snake. I have no name,
    I am the creature.”
    We were one, living in the depths of a
    Jungle’s river- we were the hidden one.
    I died enough, you could say,
    But one day, while idly swimming by
    The shore I saw a bird who sang to me,
    She said, “You were once human,
    You have the eyes of a human, and
    You do not eat humans,
    You are sick, you starve, you will not feed-
    If you will not succumb, why not try fighting?”
    ("Who's the bird?"
    I sip my tea, calmly, and reply in an even tone:
    "Not all my stories are metaphorical."
    "Whatever.")
    And I said, “Do you dare speak so boldly to me,
    Who could end your life in an instant?”
    The little bird laughed in my face, and I recoiled,
    Shrank away from the sound, for I was so small by then
    That perhaps she could have eaten me-
    I wasn’t sure.
    “Do you want me to help you?”
    “No,” I snapped. “I put myself in the river,
    I can take myself out when I wish to leave.”
    But I wasn’t so sure then,
    And suddenly I felt like I was being
    Constricted, all over again,
    But now
    Within my own body.
    “You have a very inflated sense of pride,”
    The little bird remarked, but I could only hiss in response at her.
    And then I cried.
    ("Don't laugh.

    - okay, you can laugh.")
    But snakes can’t cry, it makes no sense, but I had to,
    I would die if I didn’t.
    However,
    Warm and snug and safe and half-dead in this body,
    I didn’t want to leave. I was a snake and –
    “You’re not a snake.”
    I wasn’t?
    And it came to me that
    I stepped in that river because I couldn’t stop myself,
    Because I’d taken one step down a steep hill and had forgotten to hit the brakes
    When it mattered most.
    So there I was, in a river of sludge,
    And there it came, the snake,
    And I barely fought it.
    ("You would be the one to trip
    And fall into the amazon river
    And get eaten by an anaconda.")
    “What will they think of me,
    The humans? They have great stories to tell,
    They’ve seen wondrous things,
    And I’ve only stories of sludge and starvation.
    Where are they now,
    What have they done with their lives?”
    The little bird cocked her head to the side
    And seemed to smile,
    (“But, of course, that’s silly,
    Birds have beaks,
    They can’t smile.”),
    And she said,
    “Why, not all are humans.
    Some fell in worse traps than yours.
    But we can always escape,
    If we remember that we’re human –
    We have the choice-
    We always have a choice.”
    “But I’ve been eaten whole- there’s
    Nothing left of me.”
    “Then start over.”
    “I’m scared.”
    “Then die.”

    Such paralyzing fear swept over me then.

    And I rose, and I tried to stand,
    But I had no legs,
    So I began to shed.
    I pushed,
    I strained at the corded bonds around me,
    At the thick muscle,
    (“Not unlike escaping mother’s womb!"
    Because it's my duty to quote movies
    No one has ever heard of.)
    And my skin shed,
    Layer after layer,
    And I rolled and fought
    Against the itch that
    Nearly forced me to give in
    And just be a snake,
    In my river,
    In my sludge,
    Left alone.
    And then I screamed.
    The sound was so deliciously my own that
    I tore even harder at the skin –
    Now my hands were there,
    And then they ached from the force of the fight–
    But the bird helped, pulling off the layers,
    Pecking at the skin.
    “I’m so tired, I can’t fight,”
    I wept, and felt weak and ashamed.
    “You have to fight, you’re almost there.”
    And then...
    And then there was one last layer, coating me as a cocoon would.
    At my first movement it tore, so delicate it was,
    Crisp to the touch.
    ("Oh, like a wafer?")
    I unwrapped myself,
    And stood, naked,
    But unashamed-
    I was free.
    And the little bird flew away,
    Because she had her own life,
    And I had mine.
    I took my first step up that steep slope,
    And I fell countless times
    On my new limbs,
    But I was dying -
    Well, I won't say that
    - to see what awaited me at the top
    Of that ridge.
    And so I rose,
    Again and again.
    And do you know what I found?

    "Um, no."
    That’s all right.
    Neither do I-
    I think that’s part of the adventure.
    Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.

    -- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

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    Virus

    Twisted inside
    opened-closed
    gnawed
    limbo between
    waking
    sleeping
    walking
    standing
    Light to dark
    flicker-fade
    shift-change
    days into nights
    into weeks
    still half-alive
    grotesque misery
    trying to deny
    seeking numbness
    inside
    but refused
    left cracked
    open

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Quote Originally Posted by blp View Post
    Lo, from these folds of
    an ancient land
    the woods and meadows
    marked by the honorable scars of
    gallantry,
    once more,
    when malevolent intent describes
    a glowering shadow round and through
    the fabric of the good society,
    yea, then shall arise once more
    the muscular form of fiercest virtue
    lashing the very air
    in hunger for the challenge:
    Champion,
    the wonder horse.
    Very cool. The ending caused me to go back and savour the poem a second time.

    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    Should I remove my shoes?
    Yesterday, in her wimple,
    Sister Cecilia’s rhythm, I must confess,
    caught my ear,
    and only then my eye, her sleeves rolled far,
    her arms dimpling with the strain, winter pines
    rubbing in the wind, caught in her sound of scrubbing.

    Should I touch my hat,
    passing her in the narrow hall—a breeze
    follows the habit of Poor Clare—the brim
    across my stare, do I dare to raise my hand?

    How is it those trees are more beautiful in snow,
    rags against the tattered bark and spreading seeds?
    Where shall I confess these memories, and less
    than that, who will know my heart when I am dead?
    I loved the nostalgic feeling I got when reading the first two verses. But that third verse was very powerful. Ending with a question like that was awesome, I really enjoyed this one.
    "... turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
    the more I give to you the more I die ..."
    ©T.R.


    NIN Schtuff

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    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    Should I remove my shoes?
    Yesterday, in her wimple,
    Sister Cecilia’s rhythm, I must confess,
    caught my ear,
    and only then my eye, her sleeves rolled far,
    her arms dimpling with the strain, winter pines
    rubbing in the wind, caught in her sound of scrubbing.

    Should I touch my hat,
    passing her in the narrow hall—a breeze
    follows the habit of Poor Clare—the brim
    across my stare, do I dare to raise my hand?

    How is it those trees are more beautiful in snow,
    rags against the tattered bark and spreading seeds?
    Where shall I confess these memories, and less
    than that, who will know my heart when I am dead?
    wonderful stuff, ff.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Startled by sudden hail, radish shoots, garbage-men
    laughing, yelling at dogs and liking the morning;

    the perfume of broken tea, floating steam,
    snapped towards the upbeat,
    the jam jewel-like, tasting of sunlight;

    noticing green again along with
    the contrast I anticipate, but don’t think about,
    like hearing, but not listening to,
    the sound of wind chimes carried on a coastal breeze
    through a window left open in another room,

    in this sidelong way it comes to me
    that it is possible you are,
    and I have never been,
    one of the race with
    whole faces built of ice,
    made to freeze the mellow
    back to winter.
    Last edited by Riesa; 02-11-2009 at 12:54 PM.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Riesa View Post
    Startled by sudden hail, radish shoots, garbage-men
    laughing, yelling at dogs and liking the morning;

    the perfume of broken tea, floating steam,
    snapped towards the upbeat,
    the jam jewel-like, tasting of sunlight;

    noticing green again along with
    the contrast I anticipate, but don’t think about,
    like hearing, but not listening to,
    the sound of wind chimes carried on a coastal breeze
    through a window left open in another room,

    in this sidelong way it comes to me
    that it is possible that you are,
    and I have never been,
    one of the race with
    whole faces built of ice,
    made to freeze the mellow
    back to winter.
    I like all the competing sensory inputs leading to the ending conflict.

    I would leave out the "that" in "that you are" - that is if you want to do so.

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    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    I like all the competing sensory inputs leading to the ending conflict.

    I would leave out the "that" in "that you are" - that is if you want to do so.
    thanks, you were right.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Death hovered in the off-yellow rug
    and later it was night outside the popcorn crate.
    A kid tipped me while the lamps tried to glare
    and I knew you'd answer the phone "Ja bitte?".
    Posh and cold.
    I'd never ring you.
    Meanwhile I got up every morning.
    Should I be more afraid or less?
    And, besides, if I knew how to cry,
    I'd like to get drunk.
    The phone rang, you jumped up,
    a bit too fast, but softly,
    stood a bit too straight, but weak,
    and said your name.
    I know I'll never ring you.

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    eye twitching, with coffee

    Haven't we met before?
    You were at the centre of the web
    debating the existence
    with the other coffee spiders,
    one strong gust of wind, and the web was broken
    I lost your number I told you.
    Have you got a pen? Here, take my phone.
    Hold it! Have you got it?
    Just like that, yes.
    There! I'll be back in two shakes of a banana
    with milk, two eggs, and a little cream.
    Your eye twitches in the background,
    but I cannot read it.
    Could I read it? What I once saw?


    Blades of green grass
    wrath Khan in his absence
    the curtains shut me out
    turning light turncoat on me
    '...the rain
    is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
    Upon the glass and listen for reply'

    Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'

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    Riesa, I enjoyed your poem, and in particular the phrases
    the perfume of broken tea, floating steam,
    snapped towards the upbeat,
    the jam jewel-like, tasting of sunlight
    Very beautiful.

    Sleepy, your poem I enjoyed -- I liked that touch of German in it. And the resolve of the person that would not be ringing the other -- I liked the way the lines read.

    Silas, your title was awesome -- loved it!
    You were at the centre of the web
    debating the existence
    with the other coffee spiders,
    one strong gust of wind, and the web was broken
    This was a very cool passage, I liked it a lot.


    There! I'll be back in two shakes of a banana
    "... turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
    the more I give to you the more I die ..."
    ©T.R.


    NIN Schtuff

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