carlotta
 
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Reply Wed 2 Nov, 2005 10:02 am
#46

For Bethie (the dinosaur lover)

Knock, knock.

Who's come to call?
The strangest visitor of all!
I peek outside and blink my eyes.
This surely is a big surprise.
A thing I've never seen before -
A Stegosaurus at my door.

Stegosaurus makes me smile.
(He seems to stretch for half a mile.)
His legs in front are rather small.
The ones behind are ten feet tall!
Along his spine there is a cuff
Of bony plates that stick straight up.
And though it doesn't make much sense
His back looks like a picket fence.

"I'd like to let you come inside,
But I fear, you are too wide.
If you squeeze in (as you can see)
There won't be room enough for me.
I wouldn't want to hurt your pride,
So my friend, let's eat outside."
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CrazyDiamond
 
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Reply Wed 2 Nov, 2005 04:53 pm
I dreamed...

I dreamed that we had turned away.
This dream was all that I could see.
I didn't know just what to say;
I lost touch with reality.
I dreamed that we had lost ourselves
And lost what we were looking for,
Love forgotten on dusty shelves,
But it just seemed we needed more.
I dreamed that in this social land,
We didn't notice the thin ice;
We just did what they wanted and
What we needed would not suffice.
I dreamed this dream and I would deem
That I'm thankful 'twas but a dream.
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carlotta
 
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Reply Thu 3 Nov, 2005 04:00 pm
#47

On a blustery day like this
When leafless trunks bow in the wind
Loose-jointed branches scratch the sky
And yesterday's thicket blows by,
I wonder about the reason for it.
A new season follows the last
Time speeding by hasn't moved at all
Spring into summer, summer to fall
Dreary leaves falling, falling down
Dead on the dun colored ground
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CrazyDiamond
 
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Reply Thu 3 Nov, 2005 04:47 pm
9/11

A land filled with narcissism,
Racism and terrorism,
Don't bother trying to explain,
The motives hidden in that plane,
Or in the ones who tried to fly;
Sometimes a mercy is to die,
But they and only they know why.
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carlotta
 
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Reply Fri 4 Nov, 2005 07:05 pm
#48

Truth

Some say that Truth is Beauty
On that point I cannot agree
Truth is a two-edged razor
That cuts impartially

Truth-seekers lust for answers
Answers they will, or won't see
Some truths are so unforgiving
They force ambiguity

Truth is the changing of seasons
The cycle of death in us all
Truth is the word left unspoken
The moment when barricades fall

Truth isn't Beauty, it's Nature
A mortal's unbeatable foe
Beauty is Love at its purest
Love is the Truth of the soul
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BumbleBeeBoogie
 
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Reply Sat 5 Nov, 2005 10:46 am
The Bee
THE BEE

Like train cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flower goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon.

-- Emily Dickinson
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 5 Nov, 2005 10:55 am
how sucks the little bee
always between you and me
dance of the flowers
orchestrating the bowers
insect songs
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colorbook
 
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Reply Sat 5 Nov, 2005 11:15 am
the dusty voice speaks out aloud
and motions to a distant crowd
alerting them to beveled sounds
uniting in uncommon ground
who says it doesn't mean a thing
to lift your voice and let it sing
let them cry and whine their words
so sweeter voices will be heard
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carlotta
 
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Reply Sat 5 Nov, 2005 12:28 pm
#49

I'm wearing my Saturday shoes
For walking to shops around town
I'll go to the fair and window shop there
Comfortable flip-flops won't do
Working at home, I'm often alone
I talk with my fingers all day
Lunching with friends is a means to an end
I put the workweek away
Irreverent chatter on trivial matters
Buzzing like bees with their haul
Make Saturday sweetest of all
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CrazyDiamond
 
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Reply Sat 5 Nov, 2005 01:52 pm
Chances: Take Them

Let it take you in, romance,
Let it free you, adventure,
If only you'd take a chance,
Let your future be unsure,
You may come out just the same,
You may come out heart-broken,
You may stand, your fear to claim,
I'd rather be outspoken,
Than quiet 'till that sad day
When He takes my life away.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 6 Nov, 2005 10:33 am
how still the silvery air
of twilight over mountain
old tigers left his lair
the eagles close the curtain

the purple night is nigh
the travelers banking coals
in secret close winds ply
around the spires and grassy knolls

the hare in the moonlight
stealthy paws on the rise
stars twinkles icy bright
in the latest paen to the skies
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carlotta
 
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Reply Sun 6 Nov, 2005 10:44 am
beautiful imagery, edgar
i think i'll be inspired

carlotta
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CrazyDiamond
 
  1  
Reply Sun 6 Nov, 2005 11:21 am
Bite To Break Skin

The fox knows there's but one reason,
He opens these jaws, to take life,
Ev'ry day, in ev'ry season,
He closes these jaws, to end strife,
The fox knows his only pretense,
When he reveals those sharp white teeth,
To only he it needs make sense,
The hidden motives lie beneath,
In this life he can never win,
So bite now friend, bite to break skin.
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carlotta
 
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Reply Sun 6 Nov, 2005 12:49 pm
#50

Moonlight Highway

Alone I cruise the highway
Serpentine in moonlit swells
Through black and silent forests
Where midnight creatures dwell

Trees speed by but not the Moon
Suspended in spinning space
And newborn stars of splintered ice
Crack open heaven's face

Soft beauty's silence shimmers
For me, alone, to see
The silver road winds on forever
Beyond eternity
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CrazyDiamond
 
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Reply Sun 6 Nov, 2005 04:54 pm
...it's nice to have you back with us edgar...
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carlotta
 
  1  
Reply Mon 7 Nov, 2005 05:44 pm
#51

First snow
Rain, to ice, to wispy flakes
Purifying snow
The houses look like old ladies
With white hair and fleecy shawls
First snow
Slippery wet and sloshy
A crystal ball world
Almost gone
Raining now
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CrazyDiamond
 
  1  
Reply Mon 7 Nov, 2005 06:40 pm
Flawed

I don't know what to say,
Or how to handle this,
I want to run away,
My public life dismiss.

I spend my days and nights,
Alone in the darkness,
As society fights
Empty demons, tactless.

Maybe it's not that bad,
Maybe I'm paranoid,
The best I've ever had
Is what I must avoid
'Cause I know we're all flawed,
I just don't know how much.
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stuh505
 
  1  
Reply Mon 7 Nov, 2005 07:17 pm
if you were perfect
you would know
there's no where better
you should go
you wouldn't want to run away
you wouldn't need to hide today

if you were perfect,
you would know
that the best you've ever had
won't be the best
once you let go
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stuh505
 
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Reply Mon 7 Nov, 2005 07:31 pm
it doesn't take a beat
to break my back a bit
a bit too break too much to weep
a god damn bit too much for meep

a ten ton brick can broke a bit
a twenty two ton tank to break the bank
too bad, i better beat that ****
too bad, my back is broken now
too bite, my broke is breaking how

what a bitch, what a bitch,
i wont bow what a bitch
i wont bow, go away now
you stupid break, ill break you now
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carlotta
 
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Reply Mon 7 Nov, 2005 10:09 pm
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