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3 Aug '11she shoved lit sparklers in her ears
to drown out her own howlings as
a reggae blues beat played loudly
on xylophone ribs and bongo butt

his eyes slid down into his nostrils
and his eye sockets grew teeth as
he didn't want to miss a morsel
nor the chance to chew it twice

... I had been watching themI had been watching them argue through the window.
Not a word was spoken. It was an argument nonetheless.
He sat, rigid and straight, with knees firmly together.
She stroked her hand over his knee and his posture softened.
They kissed and he softened and they kissed and then
Her hand moved one millimeter north and he froze.

With a dramatic sigh, she slowly turned away from him
And looked out the window.  Locking eyes, we stared.
I saw surprise, then cunning, then invention, and then
Invitation.  I felt my face muscles pass through the
Exact same pattern and then my body swelled and
I an

GratitudeGrateful for those who teach
Ready to hear their words
Able to see my destiny
True to my heart's call
Immerse my life in the effort
Tune in to the subtle
Use my talents for change
Deepen my commitment daily
Even I can change the world.

But I must start with Gratitude.

thyroidal cartilagei held a bird between my hands,
swallow's throat twitching in laryngeal spasms.
when i whispered gently,
lips millimeters from its ear,
'you are mine; there is nothing you can do'
it struggled, beak clicking like talon-fingernails on porcelain

i didn't mean to let it free, i swear.
it beat me back with a single shining look;
beaded gaze bruising, breaking capillaries and
bringing blood to the surface.
i would have gotten a black eye if i wasn't careful.
i wasn't.
careful, i mean. i was never careful.

with mirrored eyes i watched it fly,
wings beating in time to my heart.
my breath was a cloud of smoke,
droplets condensing

roseyou mime a rose
with hands I can't see
but
I can see
your rose

FCJI am the light beyond the darkness
I follow the light into the darkness.

There my head begins to ache and strain
And I feel my ears stretch along the sides
Until blessed relief and a duller light
Breaks upon the surface of my face.

And there is above me the ugliest
Beautiful woman I have never seen.
She hates me with passion akin to love
As she peruses my tiny naked form.

'You will bring them all to me, all!"
I am afraid for them, for me.
I know what she can do because I know all,
As do light travelers and potion drinkers.

I start to grow, first inside and then outside
I grow so fast it hurts more than ear stretching
And soon

she said "you love poetry morebells
ringing at noon
as the rain
begins
to fall;
from bed i listen:

"rain on bells
rain on rain
bells on bells

we've
got
it
all"

i shake
you
awake

"did you
hear
that?"

"what?"

"they've got
it
all!"

Any Time NowSilently, she whistles in the gloom.
All too soon, her failing sight will imprison her
in featureless night. The world may be growing dim,
it may be every day more difficult to hear its Babel of songs,

but still it is there. She fears an undiscoverable world,
formless to her eyes, that lies beyond the familiar compass
of her room
Still sh

Secluded

Desired solitude,
not misanthropic, alone
with silence and life.

Nobody to disturb me,
time's deep eddies bear me home.

The WaitressShe was all smiles and cutlery.

Missing
silverware,
spilled drinks,
and broken dishes…

These were all swept away quickly
and with flourish.

This was an integral part
of survival:

the croon,
the charm,
the gasp of horror.

She was too busy
synthesizing it all…

all that humanity
amassing

at tables,
in niches,

those close quarters.

When she floats away
you say:

she must be easy,
an easy girl and probably
a real spitfire
in bed.

I shrug,
noncommittal
as usual

and I let you figure out

her tip.

The Unknown OneMy eyes mirror the universe
and evening roses paint my lips
A veil of shadow is my hair
My laughter binds you - and then keeps
Let go!
And drink me with full sips

I am your only faithful one:
the lover of your pains
And when fate rides a chariot
them I'm holding the reins
Listen!
A song beats in your veins

Now lean to my ear, my beloved
and whisper: what has sense?
What has a meaning when you feel
me beside you in dance?
Fight!
Be worthy of my hands!

My kisses are freezingly sweet:
all pain and sorrow you forget
I'm watching every step of thee
until you get where you should get
So don't be sad!
I'm waiting for you

Stoned

A petrified beast,
eroded and decomposed,
its lifeline severed.

MarrowIn my bones, in my blood,
I'd always known that day
was ahead of me waiting,
the day when the blow would fall,
as surely as though I deserved it.

Those around me never failed
to let me know how much I was lacking,
though in what particular none
of them would ever say.

I retreated, into mute solitude.
By haughty distance I have kept
false friends and doom-sayers at bay.

Yet when my eyes close, I see
I'm not alone. I must share
my inner spaces with dangerous
company, companions who travel
always with me. Unpredictable friends,
the lost tribe of my familiars.

Snot SonnetYour patience pray, my suffering friend,
I hope you will indulge me if you please.
I say there is no finer pleasure than
The orgasmic rapture of a sneeze.
What other nasal expatriation
Evacuates our swollen passages
Of the itchy, slimy inhalations
Gath'ring windblown pollen's ravages?
Of course, it is for education
That I diagnostically besmear
A perfectly tunèd emanation,
Eau de parfum, "Garbage Barge at Pier."
How else would I invoke those permutations
Of such liberating sternutations?

Do You Believe in Magic?What we do not understand
yet see accomplished,
we view as magic.

And it is.

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the children returned to the fire.

"Do not put them down! Follow me."

The old woman marched briskly away.
down a path they had not noticed.

They followed her for hours and hours.
They were weary, and hungry again.

Just as twilight descended, she stopped.

In a clearing ahead was a stone hut.

"Here is my home. You are welcome."

"She cooked potatoes far from home,"
he whispered in her ear, quietly.

"Why do you tarry? Come and eat."

todayIf I had my way
today
Iwouldpulltheblanketsovermyheadandstaytheretilthecowscomehome.

But instead I
must
p r e t e n d I w a n t t o c o m e u p f o r a i r t o d a y.

Do You Believe in Magic?What we do not understand
yet see accomplished,
we view as magic.

And it is.

In the DesertI will be the Tree.

I will plant my feet in the
Mother Earth.

I will lift my hands to the
Father Sky.

Behold the Trinity:
Mother, Father, and Holy Daughter

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by ~wh0rem0ans, Apr 3, 2011, 5:11:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I want to lie and say she's crazy
in a way I do not understand.

But I do.

Pregnant with hope that lies
Studying arts that crush her
Married to normal that dies
Doing the hormone shuffle

I want to lie and say she's happy
in a way I will never understand.

But I do.

But I doby ~wh0rem0ans

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*xlntwtch Sep 22, 2011 Writer

I love the juxtaposition between "...say she's crazy" and "...say she's happy" -and how the speaker wants to lie about each condition- yet the middle stanza explains why both of those are impossible for, I suspect, you (and many women/mothers and/or mother-figures). It's impossible for me, I know.

Wonderful poem. Thank you.

~wh0rem0ans Sep 22, 2011

Why impossible for you?

We lie to ourselves at a certain age in life in order to survive. It doesn't work. Believe the words of an expert.

Thanks!

*xlntwtch Sep 22, 2011 Writer

I stammer when I lie.
I also blush.
If I lied to myself when younger (journals tell me I didn't do it very well then either) it didn't hold long.
If I lied to others, they knew or were tremendously foolish.
If I lie on the phone, I still spill the 'truth-beans'...I'm not a very representative human I guess.
Maybe I need to go to Eden and chat with a talking snake.
(Actually, snakes can be found on the Internet, if one looks with open eyes.) Maybe I'm blind sometimes. Probably. *sigh*

~wh0rem0ans Sep 22, 2011

I refer more to delusion, trying to believe I was something someone needed me to be and not my true self. I, too, have an open book face and a proclivity for telling.

*xlntwtch Sep 23, 2011 Writer

Oh. Now I see. Thank you.

~wh0rem0ans Sep 23, 2011

!Kramheather Aug 12, 2011 Professional Artist

I enjoyed the conveyance of secret understanding of this. It reminds me of a conversation I had with an aunt about her addiction to heroin. Poignant!

~wh0rem0ans Aug 12, 2011

Abstract poetry speaks to the mystery, from the obliviously mysterious.
Thanks for the fave.

~LlyrentheShrew Jul 27, 2011

lovely

~wh0rem0ans Jul 28, 2011

Thank you for the fave ...

... and for bringing me back to this page to read my own arrogant comments. Can someone really change so much in a few months? I grimaced when I read what I wrote. I don't sound much more evolved than my 14 year old. Awareness is an elusive creature.

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