Tag: poetry in the dark
member name: Atticus *.
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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November 09, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
Another Zealot
Begins Yelling,
Cursing / X’ing-out
Discovery - Wayward
Email Violated.
For Unsolicited
Gratuitous Thought,
History . . .
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October 01, 2009 01:41 PM EDT --
They are such
difficult flowers,
hothouse orchids,
we water with care;
. . .
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October 12, 2009 03:45 PM EDT --
As Autumn turns cold,
half-eaten pecans yet fall,
littering . . .
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July 06, 2009 07:48 PM EDT --
When you break-
down, there
is no
home to return to. The world is not your
oyster. No matter how strong you think, you become, you . . .
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July 29, 2009 08:05 PM EDT --
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise. . . .
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September 11, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Satori is clothed in red thread and candle light. Then dawn combs her hair.
for James Ciriaco
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October 14, 2009 05:37 PM EDT --
though stronger coffee grinds
You (are) woke in the morning,
to find/fog on the door; her
lips touch the silhouettes . . .
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January 28, 2008 10:18 PM EST --
She will cut glass tonight.
She will wait until the dogs are walked and fed
and I settle in to cringe, thank god,
at the president's last
State-of-the-Union. . . .
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February 28, 2009 10:07 AM EST --
She stretches and yawns. It is just before dawn
I think she wants love and I stroke her small frame.
But she noses toward the door and stifles a bark. . . .
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March 17, 2009 06:05 PM EDT --
( A metamerism is a colormetric phenomenon where two colors made up of different spectral components appear the same to the human eye )
You could measure out the . . .
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November 05, 2009 10:52 PM EST --
About Ziggurats:
Before Young
Cyrus / Xerxes /
Darius Were
Enthroned Victorious,
Foreign Ur-s
. . .
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May 12, 2009 09:26 PM EDT --
Beaten heart,
your heart is bleating,
afflicted, forlorn lover of a lamb.
Disconsolate crestfallen lamb,
this brutal beating, from your . . .
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April 02, 2009 02:39 PM EDT --
It is no time for poetry.
I am late,
and out of sorts.
The iron won’t stop spitting.
I pop the button from my pants.
My shirt is stained.
Dogs returning . . .
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April 16, 2009 11:57 PM EDT --
Empty
night vision's light.
I keep telling myself
orange can be a shade of blue;
a lie.
. . .
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April 23, 2009 12:20 PM EDT --
Torture?
Acts on your fear.
Standing on principle,
or at least, its drowning shoulders
to . . .
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October 10, 2009 02:01 AM EDT --
Your heart attack says,
in spite of what we thought,
time does not flow like a river.
It pulses, like blood
through our veins, . . .
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November 02, 2009 11:18 AM EST --
(He)
“Baloney Comrade!
-Don’t Even
Feign Grace!
Holy Institutions'
Jingoistic Kowtowing . . .
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October 03, 2007 11:46 PM EDT --
Midnight and I watch over
chestnut and orange
gently on a pillow,
rapt in brilliant lemon,
viridian, vermillion and sage.
"periwinkle"
She sighs in her . . .
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November 20, 2008 01:45 PM EST --
In from the cold
at the first winter's blush
joeys
are pounding
down walls in the attic.
Only hours away from a marsupial dawn,
kangaroos . . .
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