Alison Rosalie

Rookie (March 12,1991 / Regina, SK)

Alison Rosalie Poems

1. Shinbi 3/15/2006
2. Gun-In-Hand 4/7/2006
3. Memento Mori, Corneille. (La Rêve) 5/28/2006
4. Torch Bearers (Extremely Old) . 6/5/2006
5. Ma Fille, Tu N'Es Pas Le Centre De L'Univers. 6/17/2006
6. One Tiny Purple Flower 7/29/2007
7. Slips. 7/29/2007
8. Planet On Poppies. 7/29/2007
9. A Thought. 7/29/2007
10. I. 7/29/2007
11. All I Can Do To Wait. 7/29/2007
12. There Is A Light. 7/29/2007
13. Even Apocalypse Is Fleeting. 7/29/2007
14. For The Birds (New) 1/24/2010
15. Little Spirits (New) 1/24/2010
16. While You Sleep (New) 1/24/2010
17. I Know. (New) 1/24/2010
18. On Jealousy. 1/25/2010
19. Destinations. (New) 1/25/2010
20. Old Feelings. 1/25/2010
21. I Wonder 1/25/2010
22. What Else Is There 1/25/2010
23. The Second Option 1/25/2010
24. Prologue To Spring. 1/25/2010
25. Eternal. 1/25/2010
26. Mindfog 1/25/2010
27. An Examination Of The Psychology Of My Unconsciousness 1/25/2010
28. Women - Another Waterlove Song 1/25/2010
29. Our Elements, 1/25/2010
30. You Won'T Believe Me. 1/25/2010
31. Dumb Love 1/25/2010
32. Dead Metaphors 1/25/2010
33. A Way To Say It. 1/25/2010
34. Newspaper 1/25/2010
35. Giving Heed To A Season (Fleeting) 1/25/2010
36. Some Stuff About Love. 1/25/2010
37. Poem Inspired By Poor Health And A Broken Rib. 1/25/2010
38. He Who Mutters, 1/25/2010
39. Wintertwigs 1/25/2010
40. My Lone Sage 1/25/2010

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Best Poem of Alison Rosalie

Gun-In-Hand

Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel ...

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Shinbi

These women who are constantly
Battling for love's each silly pride,
Are searching just a vacant ocean
For some kind of miraculous tide.

The skin they fit seems useless
For it is no match for perfection,
And the scars and the wrinkles laugh,
Demanding an incorporeal reflection.

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