THE GUILD
What flows through my veins
are psychiatric wards
so weird the moon wanes
Stagnant pools burble
their lifeless water
a crested warbler
babbles and babbles
Voodoo pins and pills
these people are crazed
yelling "Jesus Christ"
my pallor pales
A crack fills with silver gold
and indigo diffused light
I'm stuck with this lot
we form a guild
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IF THIS IS KANSAS
I tried to tell her
I adored her kitchen
its shiny surfaces,
that perfect oven.
Yet felt so shy, I
talked about her ass,
a slight mistake but
important. Intimacy
is so much easier
with strangers. I feel
raw, like silk, or
the wind. I may never
learn to cook.
B.K. Williams Bpoet @aol.com.
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arly
Some with rain,
Some with wind,
The thunders come.
Lightening rivetes night
As three-dimensional
Plates of darkness
That mirror there
The mountain's line
Along the sky.
Closer, the leafless tree,
And at foot,
The rising etherial jingle
Of peepers,
Wanton with first
Desire, trembling
Before the deluge.
Then spring began.
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Alone, in the lonely twilight of my room, I close my eyes and think of you...
Together once more... Within this world alone together just you and I...
No more covering emotions, No more runaway dreams...
We experience the dreams and visions that laid dormont deep within our souls..
Passions fueled by desires, we lock in full embrace...
Emotions demand a complete surrender...
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Eric von Daniken's Coat
by Hugh Waterhouse
Today
picking the pocket
of an old grey coat
from a jumble sale
I found the starting handle
of a flying saucer
with instructions
cunningly disguised
as notes for changing cartridges
in fountain pens
tomorrow
I publish
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How can I explain how I feel?
With all that you give me?
Your touch,
Your words,
Just you.
Deep down,
Far past all worries, fears, and happiness,
Down deep,
Where our love grows stronger,
Everyday that I witness,
The beauty created upon your face.
The strength that you give me is uncomparible,
To no other,
But myself.
You,
Me,
Together,
Strength
Love,
Forever.
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I walk,as pastel figures slowly glide.I walk as vacumn loves,pass me by.I walk I cannot a hand to mine.How small Iam,a poet cries,he writes another useless rhyme.
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Elephant Burial
The old bull elephant
lumbers through the brush
his tusks gleaming in the sun
bleached bones
of another elephant
lie strewn in the dry grass
he glides his trunk over the remains
feeling for identity
gathering a few branches
the old elephant covers his friend
it is a time
of deep sorrow
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Far enough
far enough to see the light
wish I wasn't there
hope is for the weaker minds
I just don't seem to care
follow the path until you fall
don't ask me to believe
leave alone the empty cask
of what we will decieve
in all the blunder
i lassow fate
a distant closeness
between love and... wait!
I WILL GO HOME
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Fog
Phantom ship creeps through waters
hushed in mist. Foghorns question
the darkness.
by Ginny Van Loan
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FUTURE
no
one
can
wait
'til
the
future,
but
guess
what,
you
are
there
Lane84
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Haunted by yesterday you sad child
Broken and ferocious
Once beaten some learn God
Open 'er here he said
Perhaps one lie would sacrifice it
Steel and perfume makes you growl
Picture every voice
Squirm down and go stiff as saltgrass
Would trust ever clean your fever?
.....................www-k3
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Still Life
Searching through smudged leaves
of recollection
Raking out the mottled images
of your passing
Wishing one green pear
Untouched
Among the shriveled fruit
of our words.
(c) 1994 HDRhoads
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y thanks to you for giving space
So to contain our heart born lines
And with our poet brother's grace
Our poerty is now defined.
And I do find this well and good
That we should share our art this way
For can this art be understood
By just the common man today?
One gripe I bring this wordy feast
So being the longwinded sort
Give a score + 8 lines at least
For the old french forms that I exhort! (please...)
PMS
To such elequence I bow
the rules are changed --
now
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Haunted by yesterday you sad child
Broken and ferocious
Once beaten some learn God
Open 'er here he said
Perhaps one lie would sacrifice it
Steel and perfume makes you growl
Picture every voice
Squirm down and go stiff as saltgrass
Would trust ever clean your fever?
Mark Monroe @ MarkusCT
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I glance into the darkness, lacking sight,
wondering what lies out there for me on such a cold and silent night;
It must be something which lies nearby, like the hand in front of my face,
there is nothing more clear which should indicate my necessity to look
inside of me than not seeing the hand in front of my face.
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Salt, sweet and bitter;
it is bitter when it's
own,
sweet when of the sea
William Ernest McAlpine
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RAINBOW WORLD
by Mark Sturdevant
NO BIGOTRY IN RAINBOWS
THE COLORS LIVE AS ONE
NO JEALOUSY IN BLUE AND GREEN
NO HATRED RED OR YELLOW
THE COLORS BLEND TO CHANGE THEIR WORLD
A LESSON WE SHOULD LEARN
WITH ALL THE SHADES IN BROTHERHOOD
WE'LL PAINT A RAINBOW
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