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Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th

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TOPICS: Miscellaneous; Poetry
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1 posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:49 AM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
"Poetry, well written, can be a spiritually uplifting experience. Badly written, it can be an experience of buttock-clenching horror.

The third worst poetry in the universe is written by Vogons, and frequently used as a form of torture.

The absolute worst poetry was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings. It involved decaying swans. Luckily, it was destroyed during the demolition of the Earth."

- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy entry on poetry

2 posted on 11/24/2003 9:57:27 AM PST by Jonah Hex (If it wasn't for door-to-door salesmen, my dog would never get any exercise.)
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To: Kay Syrah; Camachee; bentfeather; Neuromancer
we sorted through
old photographs
like so many
piles of rock and
earth
coal-black memories
and crumbly shadows
of shale and shame
seemed the only reward
still we searched and dug
hoping
needing
then,
finding one or two veins
of pure joy and innocence
we reverently placed
them on the mantle of
our hearts
we sighed and
buried our grief
now able to move on
3 posted on 11/24/2003 9:59:33 AM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
What's wrong with the existing poetry threads in the General Interest Forum on this site?
4 posted on 11/24/2003 10:01:41 AM PST by Consort
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To: Consort
Nothing. Why did you assume?
5 posted on 11/24/2003 10:02:36 AM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
I see that it's been moved. But why another thread? Just asking.
6 posted on 11/24/2003 10:06:20 AM PST by Consort
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To: Consort
To aviod the things listed in the guidelines, this conversation being an example of what is unwanted. Just answering your question. No offense intended.
7 posted on 11/24/2003 10:40:47 AM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: January24th
1. Only original poetry, please. All poems are the property of the posting poet. Please do not copy or reproduce in another area.

Question: If I am the author and own the words, do I not have the right to repost on another thread at FR or another site?

bentfeather

8 posted on 11/24/2003 10:45:11 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: January24th; Camachee; Kay Syrah; Neuromancer
Yellowed photos
bent, dog eared, edges
cracked and faded
placed in folds of
antique lace
and held together
with a scrap of ribbon
hold the aging memories

We young, walked paths
winding through fern
woods and wild mints
and we dreamed together

then warm days chilled
I placed roses on
your stone...






9 posted on 11/24/2003 11:16:41 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
mistress of dawning
breathe warmth into my chilled soul
help me wake at last
10 posted on 11/24/2003 11:27:18 AM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather
I and I own the wind
Rustling
By
11 posted on 11/24/2003 11:31:09 AM PST by Neuromancer
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To: Camachee
I have no magic
alas a tragic muse
this day
I know only love
to thaw your chilled
bones
songs of love to bring
warmth to your frozen
smile
Dance with me
the while
hold me near your
heart and allow me
to lay my head on
your shoulder
and breathe
your life
12 posted on 11/24/2003 11:34:32 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Neuromancer
I am the wind
you can't see me
you know I have
been here
look around
strewn branches
are everywhere
and a haunting
is
the air
13 posted on 11/24/2003 11:48:07 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
do I not have the right to repost

Yes, you do.

14 posted on 11/24/2003 12:11:27 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather

Horror or haunt -
what walks in the forest
of Mbomo at night?

Evil is stirring
on planet
Downsize.
15 posted on 11/24/2003 12:31:54 PM PST by Neuromancer
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To: bentfeather
fallen years
ripple in the
fade of time
without you
changing
the landscape
of your hidden
geography
where grow roses,
that would
defeat stones.
16 posted on 11/24/2003 1:42:05 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Neuromancer
I knew the horror
and the haunt
walked on taunting
toenails in fear
of silent demons
running wild
and days of
dark endless panic
yes, I knew the horror
17 posted on 11/24/2003 2:35:20 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Kay Syrah
Like a painting aged
flaking and chipping
flecks of scenes
and
wrapped in dusty
brown paper
the landscape
of my face changed
with deepened lines
mellowed attitude
sharp edges
worn round from
rubbing against
your square shoulders
you left before the
final show was staged
and my hair now silvered
limping into the golden years
crawling into a cold bed
might require flannel sheets
especially where the mattress dips
from your form...

18 posted on 11/24/2003 2:50:52 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Neuromancer
Evil communicates
with the speed of light
making small of large
and taking no prisoners
What waits in the darkness
has always waited,
strike is not just
a concept but
an imperitive.
19 posted on 11/24/2003 4:13:56 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: January24th
When I want to get depressed, I'll be sure and visit this festival of epitaphery.
20 posted on 11/24/2003 4:58:36 PM PST by gcruse (http://gcruse.typepad.com/)
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To: January24th; Kay Syrah
i book
images
of madden
shoes
translucent
hues
confusing function
and form
invisibly
blurring
the norm

21 posted on 11/24/2003 9:03:17 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: Kay Syrah
a one-eared
poet
seeks applause
from a mirrored
multitude
forgetting
that a crescendo
of cash
clashes
with vanity
and insanity
22 posted on 11/24/2003 9:38:38 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: January24th; bentfeather; Kay Syrah
i don't
openly opppose
the fermentation
and formulation
of anarchy
nor
the conniving
and conceiving
of chaos
as long as
order
prevails
in the house

too many
mistake security
for freedom
and indulgence
for liberty
without license

23 posted on 11/24/2003 10:07:39 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: gcruse
Epitaphery

Obscure and oblique

Words parry

Hearts

Feint

24 posted on 11/25/2003 6:36:59 PM PST by Neuromancer
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To: Camachee
Strange Attractors
lie in the shadows
where order bends
to Chaos
in a dance of
perfect
math


25 posted on 11/25/2003 6:47:28 PM PST by Neuromancer
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To: Camachee
sacrifice suffices
for the articulation
of artistic vision
when the message
fails and the audience
is satisfied with
inebriation, but
still, the performance
is required until
quiting time.
26 posted on 11/25/2003 7:11:36 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Camachee; Neuromancer
autumn finds clatter
of crows in the field argent
startled, martyred, gules.
27 posted on 11/25/2003 7:41:03 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah; Camachee; Neuromancer; January24th
Mysteries grow in opulence
if the shaman whispers
of crystal and opal stones
....the moonlight appearing
to carry wisdom to the wind

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright © 11/25/2003
All Rights Reserved


28 posted on 11/25/2003 8:47:23 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Kay Syrah; January24th; Neuromancer; bentfeather
blank verse
exploits
properties
of gray
of gravety
of gradations
of fine tuned
guitar emotions
designed
to sucker punch
passive readers
and persuade
an ambivalent
after thought
acceptance
29 posted on 11/25/2003 8:48:02 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee
acceptance is

an after thought

an ambivalent

emotion

gray design

is the blank verse

of a fine tuned

guitar whose

emotions string

over properties

for the sucker punch

ole Touche`


30 posted on 11/25/2003 8:57:44 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: Camachee
white haired
matching pearls
ear dangling
draped
by a red boa
she occupied
a sunlit moment
surprised
that music stopped
late last night
31 posted on 11/25/2003 9:00:00 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather
black cats want head rubs
i want to type undisturbed
go figure the odds
32 posted on 11/25/2003 9:07:39 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee
brassy sea
in a golden sunrise
framed in turqoise
and white

pipers, like little
grammatical pauses
and exclamations
running and hopping
accentuating
a calm narrative
of endless wonder
as the sun, sea and sky
somehow become new
every morning
and old as the first dawn
of hope

i would paint
such a scene
framed in moments
with you
but am unworthy
to do aught but worship
the ancient beauty
of the approaching
tide of grace
33 posted on 11/26/2003 9:27:30 AM PST by January24th
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To: bentfeather
When the impression of
what cold sheets becomes
where we loved and
who made it so.
Why not dare a chill
naked memory,
when we remember
what time we burned
where the hearth could
not contain us, but
who will know
why if we cannot
remember and warm.
34 posted on 11/26/2003 3:02:42 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Camachee; bentfeather
West at dawn

Dawn city, scarlet
towered of red
women and blue nights,
standing in glass,
and the fire
that forms it,
shouldering
the grey purple
backside of dark
into the sheltering
of translucent shadow.
And the sky cracks
the fissure releasing
the elemental
liquid that forms,
and decides to dare
the crucible,
and confound with
the phenomenon
of a west-rising sun.
35 posted on 11/26/2003 3:20:00 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah
#35

Lovely.
36 posted on 11/26/2003 5:04:21 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Don't burn the bird!!)
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To: bentfeather; Camachee
Road Worrier

I trace the red blue black
route numbered description
of the land that I
pass over but don't see,
substituting the tangled
lines for corollaries
of disjunction,
and looking to reach
a destination I
won't recognise when
I arrive.
37 posted on 11/28/2003 8:53:30 AM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Camachee; bentfeather
Where we pass,
the momentary
movement of disturbed
air, and the impression
of a changing light,
leaves its blue tattoo
of you on me,
of me on you,
measured, marked, mottled,
held, the radical instant,
ineradicable.
38 posted on 11/28/2003 8:59:31 AM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah
There is a line
where the tide
has cast, salted
and perserved
the last place we
searched the windrift
and each other,
which will last
untile this line
ends.
39 posted on 11/28/2003 9:02:58 AM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah; Camachee; bentfeather
a wayward watermark
pressed, passionate
left a
beautiful impression
on my heart
not readily read
until held
to the light
where all is confessed--
line and ridge
rise and fall
curved and carved
traced ever into
the parchment of
our passion

a cover page
for volumes
of yet-to-be
and miraculous moments
within our story
unforgettable
unregrettable
indelible as your smile
40 posted on 11/28/2003 4:40:17 PM PST by January24th
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To: Camachee; Neuromancer; Kay Syrah
you won't
you say you won't
you say only
and always
and "just you"
but
I know
someday
you will

someday
you'll play
the odds
and still take
your chances
but the ace
up your sleeve
keeps me from
caring more
than I should

ante up
play another hand
I'm game

card playing
is not for the
feint of hearts
41 posted on 11/29/2003 6:46:28 PM PST by January24th
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To: January24th; bentfeather; Kay Syrah
i understand
the pottery
puppeted
past
of insurrection
and negletced
introspection
42 posted on 11/29/2003 9:02:21 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: Camachee; January24th; Kay Syrah; Neuromancer
Temptations' Wait

In weakest moments
sighs excite and stir
the silence with
wonderment of when
we can be close
to whisper to one another

and breath short intakes
near your face not touching

Nervous hands moving
over hair sweet smelling
soft silky expensive
and rare as the moments
of breathing as one in silence
43 posted on 11/30/2003 11:51:04 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather; Camachee; Kay Syrah
temptation did not wait for me
but i pursued it vigorously
i stalked and pleaded
begged and cried
chased until tempation died

poor temptation had no chance
to tempt one headed for romance
the pitfalls loomed
and wagers placed
but all my cards had just one face

and so I overcame my foe
temptation had to nowhere to go
since I determined
to lose all ground
Temptation now could not to be found

One breath, one dance, one awkward smile
temptation sadly watched a while
saw the redundancy
of his job description
and left me alone with my ambition

:O)
44 posted on 11/30/2003 12:17:04 PM PST by January24th
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To: January24th; Kay Syrah; Camachee
Temptation got the best of me
now that I am free you see
there's nothing out there
tempting me
what a dilemma can you see?

:-)

45 posted on 11/30/2003 12:43:06 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather; Kay Syrah; January24th
she rode
a grey charger
of green desire
mounted akwardly
unbalanced
in stirrups
of gilded ambition
and celedon
self-surrvival
46 posted on 12/01/2003 9:10:10 PM PST by Camachee (`)
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To: bentfeather
stubborn heart
unyielding fate
inconvenient
altered state

has left me in
a softer night
yet put my heart
in awful plight

and still I hope
47 posted on 12/02/2003 1:53:58 PM PST by January24th
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To: January24th
In my heart I hold
the hope that
you and I will
be we...

It's not in the stars
I fear
it's something in you
that holds you
away...

If left to me
I would be
with you today..
48 posted on 12/02/2003 2:49:09 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I am bentfeather the poet.)
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To: Camachee; bentfeather; January24th
#63 Broken Reed

The reed bends in
obedience to the indigo
sky repeating in the
stalk planted water.
Its back-broken defiant
flash defines the angle
of indifference
in sun-fixed radiance,
and dark iteration.

A golden suture of
urgent embroidery laid
in rebellious thread
upon the somber silk
reflections of wavering
regrets, joins the quick
and the still.
The rushy rustle of the wind
now ripples the soul
that breaks and stitches
and breaks again.

49 posted on 12/02/2003 3:25:31 PM PST by Kay Syrah (nice finish)
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To: Kay Syrah
In marshy patches
along side
country roads
the cattail grows
Thick in water
strong as iron
flexible as silk
in a gentle breeze
are we soldiers
of the marsh
standing tall
and uniform
or are we lowly
road side weeds
cursed by some
and revered by others
a basket makers dream
cattails by the stream


50 posted on 12/02/2003 3:44:49 PM PST by Soaring Feather (I am bentfeather the poet.)
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