September 2008
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By jcbrass on September 18, 2008
Burned by the quantavolution of your soul,
stronger than farther. Turning away from
your intent, I am seared, overwhelmed with
faded postcards and memories of things
other people said. I, awe struck with urge,
turn away still to find I orbit you in
passing. I am as I always was; I stand
beside infinity and weep. No wings where
once was bone, memories [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Awe, Beautiful, Beautiful One, Beautiful Thing, Burned, class, Fire, Fireflies, Fireflies In The Night, Infinity, Larger Than Life, lies, Life, memories, night, Orbit, people, Poem, Postcards, Rebirth, Sea, sin, soul, Urge, Vine, Wings
By David Pekrul on September 13, 2008
My head’s in the sand,
And my butt’s in the air,
I’m hiding from trouble,
Not saying a prayer.
I think no one sees me,
I’m far out of sight,
Now all’s back to normal,
And everything’s right.
If I can’t see hunger,
It doesn’t exist,
If nations are fighting,
I can’t see their fist.
I live in my darkness,
And all is so fine,
The world is not [...]
Posted in Human Rights, War Poems | Tagged Butt, dark, Darkness, Fist, Head In The Sand, Hunger, Out Of Sight, Prayer, Real World, world
By countrygal_cc on September 11, 2008
A- bomb absent to God
present star’s floating light.
Back-cross wears nothing
naked to silence.
Cemeteries count the dead.
Ready for civilization.
Clamshells for bullets.
Masks made from cedar dome.
Draft- horse mermaids polishing
shoes, silver in their eyes.
Velcro imagination.
Exposed butterflies.
Rainbows echo.
Countless earth bares
free life.
Frantic life.
Bloom referring to
beauty.
Judging colors.
Reformation from birth.
Recollect intermission.
Follow inner dreams.
Ravish shade.
Straddle the night’s stone.
Blind motionless sun.
Glazier angels glued.
Glossily disfigured shadows.
Red-leaf [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Angels, Bloom, Bullets, Butt, Butterflies, Chaplain, Civilization, Clamshells, class, Dialect, Draft Horse, dream, dreams, Ears, Earth, eyes, Glazier, Glue, god, heart, Hell, Inner Dreams, Intermission, Lain, Leaf Spring, lies, Life, loss, love, Masks, Mirror, Modernism, night, Polishing Shoes, Rain, Rainbow, Rainbows, Red Leaf, Reformation, Shadow, Shoes, Silence, Silver Horse, spring, Stardom, Sun, Tea, Thirst, Velcro, war, Wounds
By countrygal_cc on September 11, 2008
I was driving down a short road
I asked my mother where are you living, behind Dad’s doors?
Do you wish for more?
I see a hint of Mother’s smile
as she hides behind her broken eyes.
Above her pictures of angels and Jesus
but still I wonder how and when Mother got
so pure carrying me inside her womb.
Was she locked [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Angels, Broken Eyes, Dad, Doors, eyes, Eyes Pictures, Fire, Flame, heart, Heartbeat, Heaven, Hell, Jesus, Knots, list, lonely, Mother, night, Nipples, Pictures Angels, Pictures Jesus, Pictures Of Angels, Scars, smile, soul, Womb, world
By countrygal_cc on September 11, 2008
Silver moons .
Mirrors a flatware spoon for gravity.
Handful of gold luster to the heart.
Form occurs facilely to rich flavor.
Time’s silvered hair photographed
coins and empty pockets of stain.
Behold the willow’s corrosion brightness
to the heart crying leafless browns.
Pertaining to gold, icons of rose
floors amber light of stars.
Pigment glass.
Mind’s of sanity.
Informal dress code of decay.
Offensive verbal wing’s of [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Amber Light, Angel, Blush, Browns, Clouds, Copper Mirrors, cry, Crystals, Decay, Devil, Dress Code, dust, Ears, empty, Empty Pockets, Fear, Gold, Gold Icons, Gold Luster, Grass, Haunt, heart, Informal Dress, Mintage, Mirror, Moon, Moonlight, Needles, night, pain, Paragon, Pig, Pigment, reflection, Rich Flavor, Rose, Sanity, Shadow, Silence, Silver Moons, Silver Stars, sin, Spoon, Tea, tears, Tears Of Pain, Toes, war
By angielovesdalton on September 11, 2008
‘i love you baby’ is all i said as that bullet went through my head down i went down you fell that was the end of it all. A couple weeks later you wondered what was the last thing that was running through my mind. When the doctors pulled the bullet out of [...]
Posted in Love Poems | Tagged baby, Doctors, I love you, I Was Bored, love, Running, Running Through My Mind
By countrygal_cc on September 11, 2008
You wake yesterday.
Will peace wear worry?
The salt’s smile.
Fire’s translucent self.
Why?
Steel hole rot.
Less eternity.
Sad sky present.
The web soft to the night.
Trust and think.
Velvet voice star sail.
Sex from porcelain.
Embrace.
Melt.
Explore.
Change.
Linger to haunt
times secret.
Sacred with morning.
Healing see through
my window?
The rain’s sister.
Concrete bleeds.
Needle surrounds,
to the vein.
Numb.
Gray tear.
Summer tan.
Screaming hate.
Her habit debates.
Perhaps burned a
body for disease.
Hiding eyes pale
white curtains for
your thunder.
Ash [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Ash, Burned, change, class, Clouds, Concrete, Curtains, death, Debates, Eternity, eyes, Fire, Flower, flowers, flying, Habit, Haunt, Honey Bee, Lain, night, peace, Porcelain, Rain, Sad, scream, Sea, Sex, sin, Sky, smile, Star Sail, Tea, Velvet Voice, Wings, Wings Of Death, world
By David Pekrul on September 6, 2008
To the tune of “Town Without A Pity”
I met her at the grocery store,
And I said, “Hello”, but she just swore,
And that caught me by surprise,
I could not believe my eyes,
What a girl with PMS would do.
I asked her on a lovely date,
But her eyes were red and full of hate,
Then she said, “Just take [...]
Posted in Funny Poems | Tagged alone, eyes, Full Of Hate, girl, Girl Talk, Grocery Store, Hell, love, Pms, Pretty Girl, Shock, Surprise, Tea, war
By beloved dreamer on September 5, 2008
Spectacle……Of Man
jasmine hermit moon
crescent shadows blaze in play
come now ripe heavy full
autumn bares no seed of man
flawed fruit withers on the vine
Rating 3.00 out of 5
Posted in Haiku Poems | Tagged Autumn, Awe, class, dream, Dreamer, Jasmine, love, Moon, Moon Crescent, poetry, Shadow, Spectacle, Tanka, Vine, Withers
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