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  • James Timothy Jarrett (7/11/2014 7:17:00 AM) Post reply

    A prayer for the dying

    When the wind sighs

    and fills your sail

    and pulls your restless

    soul afloat

    To journey ‘cross

    The sea of night

    In dwindling life

    And muttered hope

    One final prayer

    Slips your mouth

    Unknown, unsaid

    You breathe it out

    One prayer for your journey

    The prayer for the dead

    Your final breath

    And all is said

  • Sean North (7/11/2014 5:57:00 AM) Post reply

    c ing i can only interleave a coment.... LUv u mAgIK MaRkEr..... if u haD a 10 button i wooden shun hitting u all 10 times... enJoy :)

  • Musfiq Us Shaleheen (7/10/2014 1:35:00 AM) Post reply

    I was amazed. Love is immortal and it makes a lover immortal. A poem of love is immortal and it makes the poet immortal.
    -Akhtar Jawad

  • ...- - -... (7/9/2014 12:03:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    Poem: (With It We Bury)

    The poles keep the city standing and
    the boys aren’t coming home—
    coming home to fill their boxes, aren’t
    coming home to tend the hedge;

    boys aren’t coming home
    for much this time,
    coming home to tend the hedge.
    And our drug stores sell
    ribbons for

    too much this time, and
    our cars
    tree streets for our boys.
    Our drug stores sell
    ribbons, sell
    treats for the kids,

    and our cars
    tree the streets for our boys.
    And door to door men keep coming
    selling treats for the kids
    who can’t afford
    the cost of their leagues;

    door to door men are coming,
    coming home without boys,
    who can’t afford
    the cost of their league.
    And to the girls that are

    coming home without
    you should lay back
    and do it yourselves;
    all the girls we have left,
    straying still in their beds,

    lay back
    and do it yourselves.
    Until the weak pull the
    grasses straying still in their beds
    the boys who aren’t home
    won’t come.

    Until the weak pull the grasses,
    poles keep stand the city—
    the boys who aren’t home
    won’t come,
    aren’t coming
    home to fill their boxes.

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  • Mandolyn Orwhatever (7/8/2014) Post reply

    Jeff Gangwer- I'm telling your mom you posted a billion poems today. You're sooo busted.

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/5/2014 10:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Very good poems with different ideas are coming in the web and it is nice.

  • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 5:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Been working 24/7 for the past 2.5 years. Actually had some free time on the 4th of July. So I thought I'd post a few past works. I do miss this place for some strange reason.

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    • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 6:09:00 AM) Post reply

      Another one, in case you were reading... * Whatever The Cost * To put my arm around her I must reach over this world To hold her next to me I must in dreaming night, dream To kiss her ... more

    • Tailor Bell (7/5/2014 5:33:00 AM) Post reply

      * Secret of Fire Sauce * Milk-toast mama Raven hair in a green desire Zero on the halfling dial A yard of stout, shots A couple Restraint (contemplated) Not pounding Toadies who've ta ... more

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/4/2014 4:44:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Today I got opportunity to read the poetry of great poet William blake and Czeslaw miloz. I am very glad to get such an opportunity to read these poems which were so interesting.

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  • Josette Aubrey (7/3/2014 11:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I was reading Baudelaire and came across a word that I don't know. I've looked all over for the definition and can't find it anywhere! ! ! If there's anyone who knows it, please help! ! The word is: 'fieath. Cheers :)

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  • Mandolyn Orwhatever (7/3/2014 11:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    So I take it the forum is pretty much a waffle house at 3 am?

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    • Tailor Bell (7/4/2014 5:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      After the buttering, if you choose to layer on the syrup, so be it... -Tailor

    • Professor Plum (7/3/2014 12:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I was here last night. Had a cup-a-coffee and some toast. Oleo and jelly. Boysenberry. I wrote a poem on a napkin and then accidentally wiped my mouth with it. I left it the way it was. Made the poem ... more

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