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Sculptor by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Sculptor

I tried to build a bird From air And people said There is nothing there But in the faint and elusive particles I saw some faint and quickening sparklesI tried to carve a bird From air She flew away Without a careI tried to form a fish From water His silken fins Dipped deep in azure And bathed in blue bubbles Were homes to angelsI tried to form a fish From water And to her words I am a debtorI tried to fashion light From fireIts golden waves Flew higher and brighter And exploded in coiling aerials Suspended In twisting spiralsI tried to trap the light With fire She flew away And I was inspiredI tried to sculpt the earth From stoneAnd it was...

Words are Seeds by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Words are Seeds

“Did you write this about me?” I folded my hands and looked out of the window Black gray trees speed by in a blur“Did you? Am I here in these words?” It isn’t that I don’t want to answer It is that I cannot“It is a beautiful poem” You may call it these things But I am just a channel…an outlet…a something“This line here is describing me perfectly” Yes, we are kindred spirits Fellow travelers and we are alike“But…why do you say this…here…?” Because words are seeds And I cannot control how or if or where they will grow I am the words in the poem I am the poem in the words And that is all ye need to know

Orion Remains by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Orion Remains

The Egyptians are said to have loved him too And called him different name Then deftly arranged the pyramids While the Aztecs did the sameMysteries here and questionings there And still our lives go onBut still it seems In horrid dreamsThe solution is always the sameConstance mired in shifting flows Of life and love Now goneIn the silence of sleep I beg you to speakIf you still remember my nameThen look to the sky and know in your heartIn that frozen and distant wordOrionStillRemains

Paradoxes by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

Compare by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Compare

She says don't compare But there is gravity there Her smile Though enigmatic Is somehow magnetic And defies the mystery thereAn object in motion The scent of the ocean Lingers in the air Forever unsolved Momentarily Unresolved And hides in a moment of cautionA smile pauses A will-o-the wisp A banshee sings Of unspoken things While spectators watch And ponder the causes Of hearts of gossamer wings

Dites L'adieu by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Dites L'adieu

S'il te plait Dites l'adieuJe t'aime Je t'ai aimé Et mon amour vrai N'arrête jamaisEt je sais Que t'ai aimé meMais le monde Est entre nous Et la terre ancien N'arrête jamaisEt je sais Ta vie est tu avantMais comme une Alouette doit voler loin Tu aussi devez Et je dois resterEt les temps Sont un ami imparfait Ce part trop tôt Et ne revient jamaisEt notre amitié Est précieux Est un d'une sort Toujours ici Toujours fortMais comme Je me fane loin Comme les hommes âge Ce jeu par le canal en Nîmes, T'attendrai, Et célébrez ta vieAdieu ma chere Pense à moi et sourie

Where does God live? A Joke by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Where does God live? A Joke

Stop me if you've heard this one before:A priest, a rabbi, an imam, the president of the Southern Baptist Convention, and an atheist go into a barSince they were all at a cross ecumenical meeting and the name of the bar was "Vaya Con Dios", the conversation soon focused on where would someone find God.The priest sat down his glass of Merlot, raised his hand in a saintly benign gesture, and said, "The answer is simple and indisputable. According to Holy Scripture, Jesus told Saint Peter that the things that he binds and looses on earth will be bound and loosed in Heaven, and since I have inherited His Holy Key, The Lord God is at St. Peter...

No Word by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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No Word

One black cat Sits near a Holy Koran And stares with a sinking stare they were not there they are not here And there are no words Even here That will make me ever careThe saccharine words rose And smelled as sweet As any tongue could tell they were not there why should we care? Those words are silly and weak And swear Words we will never shareBut holy words writ soon run And tongues soon fall flat In the face of faltering feelings insideAnd holy writ words are sung Some sharp some flat As the one true word waits knocking outsideHow can I tell you While words swirl inside? When languages falter When shamans and bards Stand muteand sile...

Isis by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

Je ferme mes yeux by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Je ferme mes yeux

Je ferme mes yeux Et je ne vois rienSon corps Ses bras Son visageJe ne vois rien Je n'ai jamias vuQuand je ferme mes yeuxMais Je connais son ame Quand Je connais mon CoeurEt j'ouvre mes yeuxJe ferme mon Coeur Et je ne sens rienElle yeux Son sourire Son amourJe ne sens rien Je ne jamais sentiQuand j'ouvre mon Coeur Et j'ouvre mon'ameJe sen tout Je sentirai toutEt plusQuand nous Ouvron nos ames Nous coeurs Et nous yeuxPour voir Ton amour

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Sculptor by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Sculptor

Words are Seeds by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Words are Seeds

Orion Remains by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Orion Remains

Paradoxes by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

Compare by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Compare

Dites L'adieu by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Dites L'adieu

Where does God live? A Joke by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Where does God live? A Joke

No Word by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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No Word

Isis by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

Je ferme mes yeux by Zaphod-Beeblebrox58, literature

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Je ferme mes yeux

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Invisible by AbyssinianMaid, literature

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Invisible

InvisibleShow DetailsInvisble?A strange word, still- clear meaning. Remain out of sight no more crying- People look, as if they see me. Now isnt that funny! People? See me? Never! For they are too clever! Simplicistic beauty surrounds us all, We are blind! Ever since that fateful fall… Alas! Some sweet, simple folk blessed to see Recount to any who listen a sense to slightly see. We all make the choice, To harken to that sweetest voice. What choice? The one of clarity. Damn society, damn the world! Damn HUMNAITY! None care for others, we walk by the young child bruised, We ignore, cast shame and judgment where there is enough abuse. Few he...

Rain Rain by HoldTheNoise, literature

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Rain Rain

Time dipped its frozen fingertips in the waters of my bones, wringing them dry of once purple skies and smoothing away gentle grooves of nostalgia; a topless render to my optimistic lens.The sky began to fade like a freshly broken bruise: Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, black, white. a pallet of sour syllables that settled in my teeth & festered deep within the crooked corners of my mouth, occasional expressions pulsing through uncharted steam.Bitterly dissolving like the powder of an hourglass It drips like dew across my window & nestles in the crooks, the kind of way a comma hugs the corners of an 'n'. rain, go away.

all poets are used to deceit by your-methamphetamine, literature

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all poets are used to deceit

are you still savoring the taste of deceit off the edge of your limerick tongue? you know what i mean you "poet of unusual sorts," with your chaotic green eyes and skin of pale misfortune leaving scents of sweet seas when oceans begin to spite you.yes, your silent panthers, loyal only to the sound of sonnets of broken piano chords and keys and torn six-strings. those slithe things will prove to you once, that betrayal is just eight letters of pleasure undercover.it's these little beauties that will make you see; every liar was an artist and every poet was a whore, just till the point they owned you no more.every limerick was a trap and...

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About Zaphod-Beeblebrox58

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United States
Deviant for 21 years
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Old and getting older

Current Residence: Figmant of my imagination
Favourite genre of music: Blues, anything lyrical, simple, classical, folk, rock
Favourite photographer: Laflaneuse
Shell of choice: the one I'm under
Wallpaper of choice: raspberry
Skin of choice: mine
Favourite cartoon character: Pogo
Personal Quote: We has met the enemy and he is us!!

Favourite Visual Artist

SalvamoreMali, Lergahin

Favourite Movies

Outlaw Jose Wales, Reniasance Man

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Bob Dylan, Allman Brothers, Yes, David Bromberg

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost, David

Favourite Gaming Platform

The tower on the Sears Building

Tools of the Trade

bush axe and trigonometry

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Music, work, books

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Zaphod-Beeblebrox58

Apr 21, 2011

The State of Poetry

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I write for my own enjoyment. Period.Before I post something here, I say to myself "well, I like it" then hit the SUBMIT button.If other people like or are touched by something that I wrote, well, it is the most amazing high that I have or ever will experience. It is amazing to me when I get a comment like "this line here....says this to me...." and it was not my intention to say anything like that. I am always amazed by perspectives. Diamonds change colors when you look at them from different angles.But I'm a realist. I teach English to 15 year olds and watch them glaze over in inattention as I speak about my passion. But at the same...