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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,