sing you, commanded the voice,
sing you,
O one of million insipid poets
lost at websites;
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the confessions of John Tongue (2 in 3 of the series: Tongue Poems)
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…a walk brings peace; a walk brings quiet and bliss…a walk brings energy and silence and hope, brightness and balance….
…walk in silence amongst the trees and the woods…there are no objectives in this walk…let it be a walk of love…of that love between oneself and life…of that love in oneself, in nature – of love in the world…
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i submitted a poem
arranged in lines like prose
that is experimental
and verse-prose
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overture on the nose
the nose is the
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we have come a long way
we have come a long way
over many years
over circuitous paths and decades;
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1
we must talk about this
though I know it’s a strange subject
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my love,
she’s like water:
she slips through my fingers
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mummy slices the onions
and she moans
and she cries:
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it’s no fun, dearest friends,
going to the toilet
with your entrails full
and at zero hour
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