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He wrote a new poem today
Composed after hours
There in the middle-distance
Down the street half a block

Following one week
It was fairly fatigued, so It spoke:
'May there be one rotation of the globe
Devoted to meals out-of-doors, including fermented grapes and manna'

Hello to the words on the page! When we meet it is like pictures in the mind; it is like slipping behind a mask made of smoke and speaking in the voice of a stranger; it is transformative. Thank you words, I am flabbergasted, amused, and terrified. We are trapped

Slowly shaking her head,
Mouthing words,
She warned me away;
But I saw you

She's riding shotgun in his heart

Never pull the trigger

Last night I had a dream,
A garden party with Radish Moran,
In which I wore your dress.
At the end of the night

thirsting for the sacred
streams of forgetfulness

'Twas Christmas
And the lithe wee bells did gyre and jingle in the wabe
All nimbly were the stockings hung
While consulting astrolabe.

'Daddy, ' said the little man, 'are you 'fraid of Eateemores? '
'Of what, dear? '
'Of Eateemores.'
The little man had a serious, probing look in his amber eyes.

Behind the face, the skull within
The organ pulses.
Beyond the brain, the mind: a place
Without substance.

There is pride in endeavouring
To have no pride at all
A diabolic il-oba ida
Following a fall

Two eyes, afloat
Sloshing about on a bus
Buoyant on the tide of
Watery ooze -that is to say,

You say the pain is back
behind your face
between your ears?
Place one plump blueberry

Thirteen is a number
and this number thirteen
is a number that only goes into

First, a singular spirit who
Comes to us now and then
Goes without saying

#pomes ar dum
excep teh juans i mek
sais all le franch
an tou les poemetieres

Web people
Live in a web
But those who
Pull the strings


A lark for a pussy-cat, getting something for nothing
Siamese cats swimming Southward
Swallowing the small birds they seduce
Whose titterings seem

It is yet worth the effort
To put oneself forward in order
To put oneself in order. Be forward
Be playful, be brave.


There is time for thought
To stop the ardour
Of the human heart
But such emotions

zmz gbzn Biography

How is the quantity of a feeling qualified with language? Does love come in bunches the way flowers may, and if so, is that passé? Maybe love flocks like sheep before sleep and dreaming, or heaps up in a chest that bursts open revealing its treasure. Anger might be a murder or a parliament of dark croaking throats with no physicality just burning and turning thought to ashy dust. there are probably myriad answers to one such question i like the word panoply poetry is the clothing for my invisibility)

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He wrote a new poem today
Composed after hours
There in the middle-distance
Down the street half a block
Then straight up half a mile:
In the diminishing place.
I arose on a green, reedy carpet
And stole it away.

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Md Shakeel Ahmad 15 June 2021

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Sandra Feldman 05 September 2015

Strange but alluring poetry Have to slowly ingest it To see if it is really pleasing to me

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Zmz Gbzn 06 July 2022

and hast thou?

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Zmz Gbzn 30 July 2014

Are they biting? - commonly asked about fish.

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Zmz Gbzn 30 July 2014

People aren't commenting. There are plenty of fish in the sea. But, if they are not hungry, it is impossible to catch them.

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