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- The Benevolent Dictator at allpoetry
I cannot boast
it is simply.not.my.style. - well honesty is the best policy at allpoetry
i can try it all again
i can play all those old songs - It's Just That The Time Was Wrong at allpoetry
so i meet this person
i ain't gonna say what it was - by the clear light of the moon at allpoetry
i saw your smile my then unborn child
you danced between us in joy - christ its been my whole li at allpoetry
christ its been my whole life
but there was that time i couldn't - Shall Death Set Us Free? at allpoetry
For guilt
as yet unacknowledged - Wuthering Heights Moment at allpoetry
i ran across the meadow
often looked behind - Ophelia at allpoetry
did the cut flowers stab you with their stalks
as they floated in your hair? - If So, Then at allpoetry
my pen would dip into tears
and onto clouds my head would sink. - to be female is to be outlaw at allpoetry
"... for it is a well known fact that there is no beast more abominable than an accomplished young woman..." virginia woolf
- what i have seen at allpoetry
i see the world today reflected
in the eyes of youth - Gardens at allpoetry
Gardens are like a signature scrawled across grounds
of those who plunge their hands in loam and sigh, - The Skin of Beat at allpoetry
They can spin in their nebulae of screaming and funk- freedoms
Friable fuckable figures of poetic fecundity and fortune - Wreath Of Roses with peahen at allpoetry
A morning artist is approached by lady,
lady with plucked rose - Lovesong 4 You at allpoetry
I go to the cafe
where i will find you - Quark at allpoetry
Here is where the eye sees
but does not survey - Blind Proserpine's Kiss at allpoetry
Fallen arrows
from the quiver and bow - prodigal flame at allpoetry
you changed,
it had been long - Putrescent Poem. at allpoetry
In a dying eye a crescent slowly grows
‘til lifeless sockets spill - Druids at allpoetry
Grimly: schooled against fear
- compliment to fuzzy jazz at allpoetry
impossible to condone
is my hearts silence - Bloodmilk at allpoetry
tiny child
helpless in fogged senses - prodigal flame at allpoetry
you changed,
it had been long - unrequited at allpoetry
THE BIG BAD WORLD…
- Summer Pastime at allpoetry
laying with head in laying with feet in - Ripe at allpoetry
i must be absorbant today i am soaking up my company - the secret knowledge of stars at allpoetry
;] - Desert Dust at allpoetry
Trade winds bore that especial scent of news-from-afar and - Enigma at allpoetry
;] - windowsill realization at allpoetry
;] - .....my favourite memory is how you smelt at allpoetry
.....my favourite memory is how you smelt; because it was how the land smelt, - The Mirror's Deception at allpoetry
:] - A Suggestion at allpoetry
. - Eros Empath at allpoetry
To be the judge of what love is this youth was chosen, - P[rose]aic at allpoetry
An artist in the morn finds a lady who asks to be painted with a plucked rose. She stands there, staring back, with a peahen on her arm, but by the evening she is a lady in a garden of roses looking out to a moonlit sea, red - New Orleans at allpoetry
scatting through town one cat - Erinye at allpoetry
There is no solace like a forest glade for thought and contemnment - [ a stare that goes deeper than the saturation of my ignorance ] at allpoetry
a stare that goes deeper than the saturation of my ignorance tempered by the soothe of dreams spent in your arms - amphibian at allpoetry
i think you are amphibian for you survived the onward rush of this great confluence that hormonal gush - he died silently at allpoetry
all his life he had found death in every small destination in the hollow of snailshells - Dedications at allpoetry
i would not ease your hunger with religion. Zealots pandering their beliefs, - Irony at allpoetry
How can life, its powers, - Creature in Shining Underwear at allpoetry
i wait for that creature in shining underwear - Song From Up The Bloody Tree at allpoetry
This time you will try, find that secret, - Twin Echoes at allpoetry
To echo Goethe: the light of dreams could be - Idle City Dreaming at allpoetry
My compass' needle points to far away shores, and - Glory Bee at allpoetry
Natures prosperity in minutae - Tamarillo #4 at allpoetry
~ - Tamarillo Kiss at allpoetry
Like clotted blood i thought and just this made me hungry - That Night at allpoetry
How on earth was i to know, shadows followed my reason and - Some Mother's Sons at allpoetry
oh "lawrence of arabia" / you stride across that continent / with your intent camera / trained upon some mothers son or other / trained upon bloodstains / perchance / trained upon a troubled brow? / oh de - Drown at allpoetry
Drown, / dive into those blood-depths. / One must / or the ruby prize will never be yours, / one must because, / just because. / Drown, / because fear / does much worse to a soul. / Drown, / tr - Temporality at allpoetry
Snowflakes in my tea and / resting upon your lip - / that moment before they melt, / before they disappear / become a vague cool wetness, / on your skin! / It sends a bittersweet wince / through the body - How Sure? at allpoetry
is this a slow leak / i expect a confluence but / this is a dribble / relatively / are you going to stay here / with your ear / seemingly / pressed close to me? / how is it that a feeling / c - dictionary game : Holy Day at allpoetry
Words chosen at random from a dictionary results in poetry forced to twist and change tack, the words we had to use in this order were - Holy Day, sketch book, nautch (meaning to dance, an Indian word), hesitation, glycerin, - Reptilian Silk at allpoetry
Lidded slits, lizard old, / her breast ready, so ready, to ignite, / breath steams in twilight of cavern cold - / she waits eons for this night. / Her breast ready, so ready, to ignite, / the dragon licks he - Dragons at allpoetry
- her lover whispered / and upon the ground the green hued / blush of spring spread ‘neath her feet / and a temperate steam rose about her / as buddings burst through the snow. / It was a primordial sce - After a Dream Of Us at allpoetry
These eyes were filled with moonlight / it spilled onto your soul / you held a lantern to my face / to see why I’d sent for you. / My other friend who just happens to share my bed / (well this - Calling a Lover at allpoetry
tectonic plates grate and slide away / within, and… / avalanches fall / and breathing / sends a shiver / across the sea / and her smile / is a shooting star; her sleep / is the rhythm of frogs song - Titania at allpoetry
Her eyes, milky skeined, / saw a glamour / and loved / what of an ass / a flower knew. / - The Widow the Cat and the CarpetBagger. at allpoetry
(Set in Sydney sometime in the 1940’s.) / I was talkin’ to this joker and she walked by... / A small look, a laugh and chat to her friend... / My companion speaks again, / Belonging to the world befo - Green Sunflower Dawn at allpoetry
Yesterday in the park / On the other side of a green sunflower dawn / When we went walking to see Swan Lake / Because it was promised that it was there / And we climbed that enchanted tree / With the peacock st - moth at allpoetry
“…like wine through water…” (Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights) / An isolated dream / that was forgotten / embedded, though, in my change. / My beings secret / lost and kept in a labyrinthine heart / going spas - The Skin of Beat at allpoetry
They can spin in their nebulae of screaming and funk- freedoms / Friable fuckable figures of poetic fecundity and fortune / They can shoot the stars felt into veins of pure numb pain / And they can die and liv - Angel Dear at allpoetry
i look down / into my / bottomless pit, / for somehow I’ve a hold of these / flimsy and leaking - Sometimes, just intrinsically sometimes… at allpoetry
Thinking today of the well of the tears of joy: / a small sweet well in some overgrown / verdantly corridored green place. / and so easily forgotten - / I’d show you if you believed it of my heart. / I’d rather - Sitting – an artists model. at allpoetry
The burning outline / Shimmering shape-shifter / The politics and teeth-grit of this nakedness / And each jealousy / Reveals a beauty, / Like dimpled thighs. / And I / Sit there sometimes / And look - Around Winter Soltice at allpoetry
i was on the lip of sleep breathing the vapour of dreams / there rising from some pit of consciousness; / Some song of self, the notes of which were ascending images and impressions. / i must be - [ Ministering, ] at allpoetry
Ministering, / otherworldly, beings; / perhaps they are sirens / called up from the depth of every flyer's Thanitos, / these sepia nymphs / with caring hands, / rounded arms, / and gentle breasts upon a fallen - Scales at allpoetry
oh god the scales are tipped and the clock is freaking out / right there in front of me / and everyone can see / oh why can everyone else see? / oh god these scales are tipping and this clock is spinning out - Putrescent Poem. at allpoetry
In a dying eye a crescent slowly grows / ‘til lifeless sockets spill / with dead milk / shining whiter than the moon / white globes / as if some mother at last / had given some child it's fill. / - Chaos’ Daughter at allpoetry
Somewhere she is, / somewhere it seems forever lost. / When she dares to look / she sees, in all directions, eternity: / Some gift, from an existence blown apart, / Of sight. / So change and the strange - Synopsis of a Ramble at allpoetry
Like something once a vine / twisted and battered into wrought iron / exemplifying that which arrogance thought to find / most beautiful. / When all is said and done / who has had the most - Talking to You When You’re Not Really There…Really? at allpoetry
I am not crazy / and if I disturb you / its only because I’m wearing the perfume / of a bruised mind. / But we’re talking now dammit / Well? / “(how pathetic / how sure of itself) / howsabouti - Titania at allpoetry
Her eyes, milky skeined, / saw a glamour / and loved / what of an ass / a flower knew. / - Calling a Lover at allpoetry
tectonic plates grate and slide away / within, and… / avalanches fall / and breathing / sends a shiver / across the sea / and her smile / is a shooting star; her sleep / is the rhythm of frogs song - Another Night Song at allpoetry
a star shining through a tree / tells me that that’s me. / Shhh. / It winks out when my mind prattles / And reappears when I’m still. / Then I see the slow arc of a shooting star / And the sudden but sl - Warm Night Song at allpoetry
Tonight I shall fall asleep in front of this fire, and… / tomorrow we go to town. / I just changed the baby, and… / the boys are outside smoking. / I sit alone in rapture. / The night is rain-fresh an - Like a Dog to its Vomit my Thoughts Return to You. at allpoetry
I can at last write to you without guilt / I’ve left him and you are back in town / I can feel it bef - Wonderous Python at allpoetry
Stretching / golden-eyed and pale / delicate green, / magnificent, / reaching from the ground / up to the roof / effortlessly, / balanced perfectly / upon its coils. / i, / was pregnant / standi - Dying Refrain at allpoetry
There is a forgotten place. / Music reaches for it and / it is there... / in some faeryland realm / down paths known only to magical folk / who live deep in velvet green, / amongst the timeless mossed for - Momentums at allpoetry
/ This is the lair / this is the centre of your dance / and the naked hairy goddess of death is dancing around you / as you rescue that abomination of a lover / from that Minotaurean jungle cavern, / this is wher - Unkempt Promises at allpoetry
a bash at it... hope it is not too painful to read... it is at times an exercise that borders on creating Vogon poetry... "like something o - Upon Mr Pope's Interpretation of Ovid's 'Metamorphosis' at allpoetry
I'll toast to one
who, methinks, did well, - Subversion. at allpoetry
Every slothful morning,
every resilient smile,
