gregory collins

Rookie - 22 Points (fall '72 / live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida)

gregory collins Poems

121. The Knotted Cries Of My Tongue 11/10/2008
122. Smell The Clouds Feet 10/16/2008
123. A Beach Made Of Tears 10/16/2008
124. Aged Each Time I Go Looking 10/16/2008
125. Where We Dreamt Together 11/10/2008
126. A Dream On The Sands 1/15/2009
127. Like A Flower With Numb Ankles 10/16/2008
128. Seasons Of Emotion 10/5/2008
129. Do Not Cry A Tear That Rows Off 10/16/2008
130. Preachers And Tramps And Forgetful Faiths 10/4/2008
131. The Sign Of The Cross A Million Times 4/29/2009
132. Out Of Hiding Places 4/17/2009
133. What The Sky Smoothes Out 10/21/2008
134. Buckets In My Dreams 10/23/2008
135. I Thought You Told Me Once 4/24/2009
136. Daughters Of Light 4/16/2009
137. Knifing The Shadow Of Storni 4/30/2009
138. Born Before Fields 5/14/2009
139. Rules 4/16/2009
140. A Pearl Far Away From Its Shell 10/6/2008

Comments about gregory collins

  • Lu Smythe (2/26/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    We all notice that you like to visit trees, shrubs & birdtables. You display is on the small side.

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Best Poem of gregory collins

A Pearl Far Away From Its Shell

You have an innocent smile that touches my
shoulders. Vowels supported by darkness itself.

But i can can't see death pushing aside the
roots of life: Life is a long meditative walk

about why the smell of pollen reminds one
of the soul. So why do we take fire onto ourselves,

that ends in the form of prayer. The fact that
such a gentle song will decompose my body.

My nose, blankly sniffing, dreams a dream.
I have an invisable flag from under falling leaves,

and it is still summer to the bones of the tree.
To the merchant of the earth and ...

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Smell The Clouds Feet

Smell the clouds feet, a dingy waiting room for rain.
A useless pasttime. Catch snowflakes in your head,

the same day comes every day of the year. Nothing
is different. Not even the dream ready to rot, or the

scar of wind swept hearts. But joy and suffering peek
across the wire netting of our souls. They are looking

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