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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1455 on: October 23, 2013, 09:19:10 AM »




They like to watch


as sand spreads like snow
across the supine globe
taking walls and mountains
to the heart of its bottomless
appetite
a great spectacle awaits
the long glasses peering
from another world







Combined Symphony


the roaring sound
of the highway
duels electronic crickets
from night to morning
for mastery of the hill













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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1456 on: October 24, 2013, 11:04:01 PM »

Good to see people back.





I am returning
to the city
where I lost
my love.

My heart fills
at the anticipation
of the dread I will feel
about not seeing her,
in the night streets
filled with couples
who are not us,
holding hands.

Oh Boston,
the ghost of our kayak ride
will always run through
the Charles, splashing
deep underwater,
no sound, no ripple.

We could never agree
on the right way to steer,
whether to approach walls
from an angle, slowly
or quickly, directly.

and now I come back
to retrieve all overturned:
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1457 on: October 28, 2013, 09:38:14 PM »

It was a long time ago, but
I've put on my diving gear, held my breath
and stepped into that wreck

I've bumped my head along the hard edges
and run my fingers through the soft insides

Oh, I've studied the emitting waves,
plotted the data along a graph,
tried to reach maximal output

With my eyes closed I'd recognize
the geography, the paths, the mountains

And when you come to that place,
where I wasn't gentle,
where I broke it all to pieces

When you look through scope
and survey the damage,
lover of my ex-lover,
do your best to remove
what I left behind,
to patch up the holes
with the tools that you have.
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1458 on: November 01, 2013, 10:45:53 AM »

Shut the doors,
the windows,
the gates.

Tell the mailman
you won't be accepting
any more mail,
that the box is full
and you're trying to sort out
the junk.

Leave your friends at the door,
your enemies on the road.

Turn off the lights.

In the darkness:
only you.

Listen until you cannot anymore
to the sound of the person
you've spent your entire life
running away from.

Only you.
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1459 on: November 02, 2013, 09:43:50 PM »

your words curled up
from an imaginary cigarette
lingered, and disappeared into the air.

when I least want them,
they return, the smell of them
on my coat, my hair, my face.

the times i wasn't good enough
burn the back of my hand,
the inside of my lungs.

i want to breathe easy again,
i want new air,
i want to get rid of this addiction
that torments my blood.
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1460 on: November 02, 2013, 09:47:11 PM »

if a poet
writes a poem
in a forest
that no one reads,
is she just a sad
lonely, narcissistic,
dismantler of words?
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1461 on: November 02, 2013, 10:08:05 PM »

If a tree
In a forest
full of rings
that are singing
Inbetween
Bark and knowledge
Isn’t heard
Is it just a bunch of dreams?
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1462 on: November 03, 2013, 12:37:59 PM »

I still walk this forest path.

The rest will come later
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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1463 on: August 12, 2014, 02:49:59 PM »

It seems like everyone is pretty much gone at this point in the halls of the Shadowbox.  2006 seems like several lifetimes ago.

But, what the hell:




A Big Mistake, in Context



                 1.

           
in the spirit of tomorrow’s epiphany
(ah - optimism – just thunder used
to annoy the unbelievers)
gin-tanked blueboys sing
nostalgic tales of stoic men
and beautiful cold-hearted women

ragged lives where splendor might
every now and then
shoot a furtive glance

a certain folly that brings
the main charade
down to our souls
opening doors to still-born rooms
sitting at the table where ghosts
had spilled their secret history

oh lord, forgive the pessimism
but that’s like chasing ether
through the heavens
to find the birthing spark


                      2.

               
winding up their affairs
by morning light
expertly stored in cellophane
and brown paper sleeves
put on the rapid freight line
after reading the shadows
for any hitches – only then
do they raise their eyes
to the modest sky
and leave without a word

and time – it hits its mark –
holding firm to the great silence –
we expect more than
plainly struck gasps
the little empire noises
we hear as time takes off
and soars through the high turns
like a golden-age spaceship
banking dead-straight to the fabled
dark moon listing
with muted corona shine
somewhere in the far reaches
of space



             3.

the stars disappear
from the universe
at the edge turned solid
and cold where
a long time ago
light was taught to fly








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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1464 on: August 22, 2014, 10:52:41 AM »

Amnesia


Letting go
you wish only
for the scene to fall
like a golden leaf
from the Memory Tree

You will find that
true salvation
will be as gauze
on the sun
and the mighty angels
will hold
the devil’s hand
preparing you for
what comes
next

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Re: the poems thread
« Reply #1465 on: September 16, 2014, 11:42:38 AM »





When God



When God held his large
magnifying glass
out against the terrestrial sky
cloudless and vintage blue
to watch his wayward children
mess with perfection
he forgot about the sun
rising high behind him
and in that one careless moment
the old stalwart
became a factory of tears
forging coronas in white heat
streaming through glass
like a thousand alien  death-ray
machines

and the world was thrown
into a mighty fire
a conflagration of biblical proportions
God remarked with the devil’s irony.
He saw the multitudes perish,
the strict and the forbearing alike.
He felt the harsh burden of his trespass
his heavenly heart falling hard
into a deep anguish.

So God cleansed his holy body
in the waters that lay alongside
the firmament,
for in that first day of heady creation
he had blessed it
and when the ritual was complete
absolving him of sin
be brought forth the purified water
in torrents
to flood the earth
to wash away the Grand Mistake
to make it disappear without a trace
until judgment day.

The new ones -
knowing nothing -
had revelations
and assigned the deluge
a God-like purpose –
the saving of souls by water
as beautiful and sound
as the underpinnings
of the universe itself.

When finally God spoke
he whispered over the lowlands
to the mountains
and the sea
he said listen to the teachings
of the saints
where but I only set the true
subservient heart
in motion.




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« Reply #1466 on: September 20, 2014, 03:07:27 PM »

Beautiful.
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« Reply #1467 on: September 26, 2014, 11:40:24 AM »


Thanks Rob.  I was hoping you would see this and, more importantly, that you would like it.  So - day made for me.
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« Reply #1468 on: October 02, 2014, 11:26:46 PM »

It was some sort of miracle.  I haven't come around here much lately. 
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« Reply #1469 on: January 04, 2015, 02:31:15 AM »

When fear grips your soul,
wrings it out like a wet towel dripping hope,
turn to the setting sun
admire the beauty beholden
and take one step after another
until all is dark
or a new day dawns.
March.
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