Tag: poem on metaphysical experience
group name: passionatepoetry
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . .
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . .
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . .
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . .
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . .
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . .
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May 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . .
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April 15, 2008 09:13 AM EDT --
Woman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head
Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a
Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights
And life.
The curious world . . .
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . .
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . .
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April 13, 2008 04:48 AM EDT --
summer of the bird
Like the bird the next door neighbor
Has left in your care
During their vacation
And you have fallen in love with,
Summer months of long nothing
chirps . . .
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April 30, 2008 09:30 AM EDT --
Ha! Life!
The sound of an unstable ceiling fan
The window with a permanent landscape.
A buzzing noon in this cabin douses
The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. . . .
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September 08, 2008 09:16 AM EDT --
Towards darkness
A dusty cart with pineapples heaped up
The crème
of the sun on the sand.
A pencil thin shadow
of a girl in excessive red.
The splash of water . . .
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August 12, 2008 07:11 AM EDT --
Cherry tasted
( to karl.c. klein)
Not so new in relationships.
It is him. A bird. Free.
Has his blue. And sky.
She has to take a long walk
down the cloud road to build one. . . .
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September 05, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
Rainbow ( a rainbow competetion writing)
( to Alison on the move)
"Sublime, see mom!"
A passage is moving backward
at a speed of seventy miles,
an . . .
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September 15, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Two lesbian worms
(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)
The callings from the cloud have brought them out.
An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.
Monsoon . . .
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April 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Moon on the rear view mirror (assassin)
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Moon on the rear view mirror
Chasing the assassin's speeding
Chariot. . . .
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April 28, 2008 11:31 AM EDT --
= a path through these days =
The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.
Stop to stoop over the dead-life.
Horizon full of death is exploding,
See the gust of unfaith it blasts. . . .
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . .
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May 07, 2008 07:36 AM EDT --
Name game (to friend, Alison)
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space.
It . . .
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