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  • couplets dance together
    down a cascade of uncertain truisms
    like droplets of dew
    on a four-leaf clover
    stumbling toward the ocean

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    • so much depends
      upon

      a red wheel
      barrow

      glazed with rain
      water

      beside the white
      chickens.

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      • I think we are supposed to post our own poems here.

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        • oh oops sorry i don't have poetry but i'll write one

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          • OK, I wrote this poem when I was in the seventh or eighth grade. Don't remember for sure. It's a little silly and simple, so don't laugh

            You Are…

            My future, my life
            I see it in your eyes
            Any guy’s kiss
            Can never be better than this
            On the first day
            When our eyes met
            I knew that in my heart
            You’ll always be kept
            You’re all I need
            You’re all I want
            I’ll keep you near
            To my heart
            Your love and care
            And your support
            Make me thankful
            For being born
            You are my star
            You are my sky
            Without you
            I’ll always cry
            Say you’ll never,
            Ever bring me pain
            “I will always love you”,
            That’s what I need you to say
            I see...

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            • i got oone!!!


              rose are blue
              violets are red
              don quixote's backwards
              and so is my head

              lol!!!!

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              • Sag Gal...it was a very good poem, ketses balik..:-)

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                • Thanks Tres Bien jan.
                  I see...

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                  • Sadness.
                    Anger.
                    Gun.
                    Blood.
                    Death.
                    Arrest.
                    Judgment.
                    Bars.
                    Religion.
                    Regret.
                    Forgivness?

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                    • Once upon a feeling in the search of sunrise, I sought after this wordless word that was created for a heartless heart that was sought after by mindless minds. I followed that word, and it led me to a new world. I came into the world and it led me to her. I made the mistake of inhaling her sensuous scent, and it went in through my synchronized system, even through my pores, through my skin, through my body, through my veins and arteries, like a narcotic traveling inside me so calmingly rhythmic, giving me a high so high, to the point where I felt my hair stand like static reaching out to the sky. The breath was the moment of clarity giving me light yet shrouding me in darkness, making me powerful, yet plunging me in weakness, making every breath a feeling of death, for with each breath, I died another death yet regained another life. This scent was that word, so wordless, yet sought after through the compass of the heart beat, drumbeat of the soul, which had increased its palpitations by the scent of the “her”. This was a feeling powerfully powerful that I felt like the Wizard of Ahhs, having difficulty believing in the power of the laws of the effect following the cause, twas the ultimate struggle of her scent which caused the struggle in me between pain and pleasure, faith and reason, laughs and cries, culminating with difficulty in breathing, as the beat slowed I refused to exhale, because what I had inhaled like the blue whale, was the oceanic ohm [of the power] of the female.

                      Once upon a feeling in the search of sunrise, I caught her eyes. Her stare so powerful, mine eyes quickly shut, but naughtily peeking, as the sun set down its rays and exposed her figure like a Goddess, making it shine, through its rays creating sunshine. It increased and heightened my awareness, to sense her, feel her, and see her curves, from curve to curve my eyes swerved, as the light condenses, outlining her bodiless body as time commences, as the sun shines through us, between us, against us, sculpting her soul through the power of lightless light, so bright, that my eyes are blinded but my soul has 20/20 vision able to see the outline of her bodiless body, the prophecy which the ancients spoke of endlessly. The feeling was so enthrallingly enslaving that I became a slave to this euphoric emancipation of my soul into the ether(reality), craving, more and more craving, my inner insides ranting and raving, as if a thousand and one gods stepped down and were all playing the autumn tunes on the cello, as our souls danced, far from each other yet so close to one another, separated with a thousand years of incandescent light from the sun, yet united by the conquering of the darkness of space in between us to become one.

                      Once upon a feeling in the search of sunrise, I let her skin touch mine. It was as if a thousand shivers shivered my timbers, the roots of my fingers, as the shivers traveled slowly soothingly down from my cheek to my neck, through my spine and my legs, putting me in temporary paralysis, the muscles too weak to move, enjoying the shivers, as it moves through my body creating orgasmic grooves of sensuosity. The feeling exciting in me revolutions like explosions of volcanic agents under the earth that collide for now the elements conspired to hide that which I desired. No longer could the heartless creatures defend against my hearts raptures, the desire to be touched by the eternal Goddess. Twas a touch that felt like being on a bluebirds back like in a dream to the four corners as it sang me songs of her in dream time stirring stumbling I was elevated from stasis to become a power tumbling through twilights divine, traveling the earth above all and above time, for the touch awakened in a me, a feeling not known to humanity, paled next to what we called amour, and here I stood my soul asunder my mind wandering over and under, reacting to the forces of touch, what wonder! Thinking, as I everlastingly want more. “More” cried I, forevermore, remembering that once upon a feeling my soul plunged passed the present, to a feeling in the future of a mortal immortality never felt before. “Happiness” cried I, “has many sad meanings, but she embodies only happiness for me”. For you, the female are deeper than the ocean, higher than the Himalayas, brighter than the sun and the teacher of the universe on this autumn day of forever


                      Achkerov kute.

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