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Always YouOpen my head, reach in, see what you pull outAlways You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but images of you
You in the Hallowed Hollow, you in fancy dress
Flying with the crows through the winter snow
It's always only you
You're on my TV selling cars, fighting mutant worms on Mars
You're in my fridge behind the juice, on jar lids just a bit too loose
You're in my closet wearing my jeans, somehow they fit you better than me
You're in my car, you're in the air, you're in my dreams in your underwear
Open my arm, my vein, see what I bleed out
Nothing but platelets of you
You in the spotlight in New York, you dressed all in white
Healing, working, dancing, dreaming
It's
Pox in SocksA pox on rigid writing!Pox in Socks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Use your adjectives adverbs
gerunds similes:
"I languidly waltz in water
like a turkey waltzing in sand"
Teach me how to be Type B
It is but a flight of fancy,
to write without worry
Turkey talk makes me nervous, though,
as does the thought of dancing
Teach me how to stay in step
Turkey trot or hippopotamus tango?
One-two-three; I step on toes
I can't fling my arms or shake my legs
without apologies, without looking back
to see who is watching,
who else might be waltzing
Teach me how to hokey-pokey,
help me turn myself around
Only if you teach me how to lead
Five-six-eight; I'm always skipping
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Barbed Wire BalladBarbed Wire Ballad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring more barbed wire. Bring the heavy rolls
of twisted steel and metal thorns. Wear
heavy gloves, unspool the wire from the roll,
make loops atop the wall. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are metal stakes
on which it may be hung. Go on and on.
Here is a wire cutter for when we are done,
but that will not be soon. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are people
to keep out, there are people to confine,
here a place to make secure, here we are
on our side, thank God. Bring more.
Here are people, there are people,
here a border, here a barrier,
here are places, here are people,
here a wall and here the
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificantBefore The Stars Fade6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors
Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast
I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, t
DeformatoryI dreamed that I had wings, but I still couldn't fly.Deformatory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were chicken wings.
So I ate them.
Fifty-five years in the deformatory, I hear that
no one ever gets out alive.
I dreamed of a carnival, with big neon signs that read "Hope"
I think Hope was the name of an elephant, though.
They were making a movie.
I asked what the movie was going to be about.
They said Hope, or fifty-five years in the deformatory.
I sang them a song I'd been writing.
"Ninety days in the deformatory
Doorclosed hallways shriekbrained
Out on a Sunday summer night
The bars are all barred from inside
Bring me a volcano I'll drink down the fire
and blow s
SalvationOpen window, fog seeps in; television color dances, lamplight strugglesSalvation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make this place look like more than a memory but fails/
In a sideways, backwards world that should be in black-and-white, r&b plays
Papers folded upon the kitchen table, books in the livingroom, magazines;
all whispering, none shouting, sleepy grey fog slipping/
I gave up ash for Lent, wore a clown mask to church and howled; it was the wrong church.
I was only dreaming, I think, but there were no constellations to console in the roofless sky
I walked back to my sideways house and watched TV without sound.
(Remember to check all the closets.) (Ignore the fog.)/
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
green
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
glow
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
Soon
I will live again
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has
The HillockThe box is grinningThe Hillock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
untruths again. Skewed palms
crack skyward, and thick flies boil
on a hillock made of hollow men.
The deadpan delivery of evening news
(is a rattle.)
The paltry sanctions and the UN Court
(are shells.)
How could anyone push charnel,
behind smiling weather and sport?
Without something swelling dark
inside and peering through their skin?
And empathy would stir if the story were true
but I don't feel a thing.
MeetingsThe images in this journal are "walking in the cold wind" by *glenox66, "walk in the sun" by *partiallyHere and "Dancing Solo" by =ProctorLefebvreMeetings9 months ago in Personal More Like This
I met a man on Monday
who did not know wrong from right.
I said that he could be my friend,
but we could not be tight.
I met a girl on Tuesday
with a weapon in her hand.
She said that she knew how to use it,
but that was not her plan.
I met a wolf on Wednesday
with a woman by his side.
I said, "Are you okay, babe?"
and the wolf said, "I'm all right."
I met a man on Thursday
who held an open book.
He said the truth was in there
but he did not plan to look.
I met some folks on Friday
who gave me cheese and wine.
The cheese was blue, the wine was red,
I liked them both just fine.
I met someone on Saturday
running as fast as he could.
I said, "Should I keep goi
Tea with my monkeyTea with my monkey1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
The spotted men are walking and a storm is close behind,
it's bound to get them soon and I hope they do not mind.
Sometimes you check the mirror and a storm is what you find.
I was going to bake a cake but my sugar had a flaw -
it was the meanest sugar that you ever saw.
I think that kind of sugar ought to be against the law.
I bought a can of freedom, so glad to make it mine -
freedom is not free, it cost a dollar forty nine.
If the can would only open, things would be just fine.
You still can see the pipes sticking up out of the ground -
the trucks would pull up to the place and make a pumping sound.
They don't deliver any more, we have to go to town.
I have a funky monkey who says his name is Stan -
on Tuesday he goes out and plays the banjo in a band.
When I have tea he comes to me and sits upon my hand.
Some people like to stay indoors with all the curtains drawn
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my daymy day1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
I get up in the morning and I pull up both my socks,
the crows are singing in the trees - to me it sounds like squawks.
Bad men are on the radio doing bad things everywhere,
so many things I cannot help but still I try to care.
No blues are in my coffee 'cause I drink my coffee black.
There are some things that people do for which I cut no slack.
Sometimes my hand is shaking and a little coffee spills,
but I don't go to the doctor, I don't like to take those pills.
My house has seven basements where I keep a lot of stuff.
It only has one attic, I think one is enough.
Every day I spend an hour working on my book.
I'll show it to you sometime if you want to have a look.
You can come and pay a visit, I am right outside of town.
I'll be here again tomorrow if the sky does not fall down.
Images: :iconpahness:.:iconyummyukulele:.:iconweltengang:.:iconlab
Linia (In)Franta A fost odată ca niciodată o Linie frântă care dorea să fie dinamică. Atât de dinamică voia să ajungă, încât să poată să se unduiască din centrul spre colţul paginii, ca un cablu de telefon din anii '90. Pentru asta, şi-a propus să înveţe să sară, aşa că şi-a căutat drept mentor o broască.Linia (In)Franta6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Din nefericire, din cauza unor neînţelegeri cladistice, cuvântul „broască” ajunsese să denumească, pe lângă un ordin întreg al amfibienilor (la care se
Singuratatea nu se invata Drumurile nopții nu te pot duce decât într-un singur punct.Singuratatea nu se invata7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
E inutil să-ți coși aripi când la peste 2 m oxigenul arde
Deasupra mea e un oraș de foc
Oamenii se încăpățânează să zboare
Ei nu știu că îngerii s-au coborât pe pământ
Și plâng pe nesimțite.
Singurătatea nu se învață,
O uzi cu lacrimi
Până îți ia sufletul.
I played a little fluteI played a little flute, they didn't seemI played a little flute7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To hear. I played a little louder but
The fanfare still was over there. Their theme
Remained themselves, their wealth, their fear, their gut.
I tried a bugle, something coarser, pitched
To capture here and now, attention! Stop!
But you would think they all had earplugs, switched
To cancel, making bugle waves a flop.
I mastered tuba just in time to send
My message way down low, a rumble meant
To imitate a quake, and maybe lend
Some gravitas to saying, earth is spent.
But no one listened. Now I play my flute
To cheer myself, and wonder, who's the brute?
p zero_ regasireap zero_ regăsireap zero_ regasirea8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trebuie să demontezi, totuși, muzicuța
ca sa vezi fericirea cu ochii
ca sa vezi iubirea cu ochii
o dimineață ca asta
o dimineață ca cea de mâine
singuri
cu câte un tub mare de oxigen levitând în spinare
săltați pe (un) câmp plin de flori albastre lipindu-se peste piept
nu mai plânge, lenin
nu mai plânge, iubito
nu va fie frica
o sa plecăm acum intr-o calatorie scurta
deschideți brațele
Un gand...Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar da orice sa fie acela pe care tu il iubesti?Un gand...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice ca sa te stranga in brate?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar fi acolo de cate ori ai avea nevoie?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva vrea sa fie destul de bun pentru tine?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice pentru ati fura un sarut?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva sta noaptea si se gandeste la tine,si in gand iti ureaza noapte buna?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva incearca sa fie aproape,si se ingrijoreaza de fiecare data cand tu esti suparata?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice pentru a ti rapi un zambet?
Cum e sa stii ca cineva cand vede un cuplu pe st
Moon wondersSometimes I wonder if you think of meMoon wonders2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
equally much as I think of you,
if you too look up the moon knowing
that I see the same,
like we weren't an ocean apart
but neighbours, wall to wall.
Atunci mi-ai acoperit umeriiAtunci mi-ai acoperit umerii (Zborul trei)Atunci mi-ai acoperit umerii2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atunci mi-ai acoperit umerii cu aripa ta stângă
atunci mi-ai acoperit umerii cu aripa ta dreaptă
fuseseră dintotdeauna acolo
ştiam asta la fel cum ştiam cine
te-a trimis înaintea-mi
o căldură din lumea de dincolo
o tăcere din lumea de dincolo
n-are să mi se întâmple nimic, îmi spun
respirând cât s-ar fi putut de întreg în clipa aceea
răul are o cu totul altă aură
asta e mâna lui Dumnezeu
asta e mâna ta contopindu-se
asta e una şi aceeaşi m
Zborul doinu te descuraja din pricina zboruluiZborul doi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
e mai uşor decât mersul pe bicicletă
cineva trebuie
să-ţi deschidă aripile
cu bătăi încete, ca de pisică
sau de fluture
picioarele se desprind de la sol ca şi cum
n-ar fi fost nicicând acolo
trenurile păşesc ordonat
nimeni nu iese în afara rândului
urmele le văd doar cei care merită
cercuri mari se rotesc unele lângă altele
cândva ne vom întoarce înapoi
pe pământ
ne va fi dor de el
îi va fi dor de noi
alergi cât poţi de repede
ştiind acum că
One of the mermaidsJune becomes July and I lose track of timeOne of the mermaids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those drops turn into dust
old sunrise, a new dusk -
Those stars get closer now
imagining new clouds,
the grasp is but a feel,
my breath begins to yield
to sky and earth the same,
've grown weaker at this game.
To walk, to fly, to float;
like feet, like wings, like boats.
These steps will take me far,
start slow, go fast, elope.
June becomes July and I lose track of time;
the glass is sand again,
my skin turns into scales;
I slither back into the bluest green,
abyss, my love,
Let's swim.
Sta.sh
