Its only pieces I ever recover of you, not
the whole form at any one instant,
pushing me away as I clumsily try to kiss you.
Well, thats the wrong thing to do, I guess. I should
be an asexual self pollinating twitch.
If you thought that throwing those letters away would
take the personality out of the pain,
then
I know the texture of...
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the whole form at any one instant,
pushing me away as I clumsily try to kiss you.
Well, thats the wrong thing to do, I guess. I should
be an asexual self pollinating twitch.
If you thought that throwing those letters away would
take the personality out of the pain,
then
I know the texture of...
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If I summon you here, the thought is
you here, forward come here now,
to this porch swing, static, rolling by
(eight pots of flowers that I cannot identify,
flanking my sides), and this bulging, shadowy maple, shaking
over my head, to this grassy slope,
your image, that is you,
if not in person than in my image,
you are lying on the grass bed,...
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you here, forward come here now,
to this porch swing, static, rolling by
(eight pots of flowers that I cannot identify,
flanking my sides), and this bulging, shadowy maple, shaking
over my head, to this grassy slope,
your image, that is you,
if not in person than in my image,
you are lying on the grass bed,...
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arrington1279:
Nice poem, but I'm not so sure about the invocation bit at the beginning. Seems fairly well-tread, and I know you've got too much imagination to go down the well-traveled road.
relethed:
hi ho, hi ho!
i'm relethed--remember me? i'm back after netlessness for some time now.
hey! check out my journal! i've resumed pondering things everyone's thought of before.
i'm relethed--remember me? i'm back after netlessness for some time now.
hey! check out my journal! i've resumed pondering things everyone's thought of before.
ALCHEMICAL APPARITION
(A strong instinctive fight to retain his
native cheerfulness unimpaired
naturally a plentiful stream of life
and humor, a sense of sufficiency and
exuberance,
giving ease.
But now it caused tension
there was any difference
exactly
always thinking of women
or a woman
day in
day out
and that frustrated him.
He could not get free,
ashamed.
Incapable of pushing
the presence of...
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(A strong instinctive fight to retain his
native cheerfulness unimpaired
naturally a plentiful stream of life
and humor, a sense of sufficiency and
exuberance,
giving ease.
But now it caused tension
there was any difference
exactly
always thinking of women
or a woman
day in
day out
and that frustrated him.
He could not get free,
ashamed.
Incapable of pushing
the presence of...
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moondaddy:
"the moments lose their sunlight when they become months and years"
Great line, and so true.
Great line, and so true.
roxxee:
That's awsome.
Does anyone have any birthdays today?
Somewhere.
Here.
A pew dedicated to my grandfather, I think.
He helped put stuff up on the walls.
That picture of Jesus has been up
since I was a little girl.
And that map of the Holy Land.
Does anyone have any anniversaries today?
That Girl
in the front:
recognize her from last time.
The one
in the white...
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Somewhere.
Here.
A pew dedicated to my grandfather, I think.
He helped put stuff up on the walls.
That picture of Jesus has been up
since I was a little girl.
And that map of the Holy Land.
Does anyone have any anniversaries today?
That Girl
in the front:
recognize her from last time.
The one
in the white...
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trilobyte:
Don't be lulled into a false sense of security, it's my understanding that they're not going to end up keeping the whole sales engine. They need just enough to try and maintain some of the customer relationships, it's going to be an ugly fall in both CT and NJ.
trilo
trilo 
nykonnlc:
Thanks for your comments in my journal.
and glad that my venting helped you apreciate what you have as well.
and glad that my venting helped you apreciate what you have as well.
DO YOU APPRECIATE THE SWEET SONG OF SPRING?
RENAE,
CONTINUING TO HANG OUTSIDE,
MY UNCLE SWINGS ON THE PORCH,
UNCLE LAWRENCE IS NAMED, YET...
ACROSS THE STREET, SWINGING, AN
UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN BESIDE A YOUNG GIRL.
IM MAKING LOVE TO HER, 100 YARDS AWAY,
LEERING AT HER THRU GLASS AND SCREEN, IN
TEMPERATURE CONTROLLED COMFORT.
ON A SWING, ON A PORCH.
EVERYONE SWINGS HERE, YES
THEY...
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RENAE,
CONTINUING TO HANG OUTSIDE,
MY UNCLE SWINGS ON THE PORCH,
UNCLE LAWRENCE IS NAMED, YET...
ACROSS THE STREET, SWINGING, AN
UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN BESIDE A YOUNG GIRL.
IM MAKING LOVE TO HER, 100 YARDS AWAY,
LEERING AT HER THRU GLASS AND SCREEN, IN
TEMPERATURE CONTROLLED COMFORT.
ON A SWING, ON A PORCH.
EVERYONE SWINGS HERE, YES
THEY...
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zenhell:
a faulknerian mode ?
very good cobalt
thanks
ZH
very good cobalt
thanks
ZH
Its so dim in here, I am so drunk,
Im not remembering what Im telling you,
never remember what Im telling you, I just want
your nipples, I want your deadly nipples in my mouth, goddess, but
you said my letters all got lost in the mail. I shouldnt have
tried to use language anyway.
Youre the one who called me! Are you climbing a...
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Im not remembering what Im telling you,
never remember what Im telling you, I just want
your nipples, I want your deadly nipples in my mouth, goddess, but
you said my letters all got lost in the mail. I shouldnt have
tried to use language anyway.
Youre the one who called me! Are you climbing a...
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zenhell:
another fine entry
thanks cobalt for keeping it interesting
ZH
thanks cobalt for keeping it interesting
ZH
arrington1279:
so... When do we get some new material? You're not gonna leave us hangin', right?
Your erect and powerful nipples, punching points
in shirts like nails in iron, challenging my existence in
this space. Attempting to assert presence by commenting
not in the presence of her brittle figure
I say, hey look at those nipples,
youre pulling your t-shirt past them and
latching the belt, binding your baggy pants,
you, Nipple Goddess , you
will not accept disdainful designations,
Nipple...
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in shirts like nails in iron, challenging my existence in
this space. Attempting to assert presence by commenting
not in the presence of her brittle figure
I say, hey look at those nipples,
youre pulling your t-shirt past them and
latching the belt, binding your baggy pants,
you, Nipple Goddess , you
will not accept disdainful designations,
Nipple...
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nykonnlc:
dentist checkups, gotta love em. and man the sound of that drill grinding away at your teeth has to be the most soothing sound ever 
roxxee:
Mmm nipples... 
In moments of weakness
your nipples edge me into an
uncertain and shaky funk.
Not as a whole; representing certain fragments,
not the image of the nipples, not the nipples, but
the ghost of the nipples,
yes, in weak moments
before a dream,
or when I am washing my hands,
or brushing my teeth, or
masturbating, in
moments of hamburger reverie,
the ghost of your...
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your nipples edge me into an
uncertain and shaky funk.
Not as a whole; representing certain fragments,
not the image of the nipples, not the nipples, but
the ghost of the nipples,
yes, in weak moments
before a dream,
or when I am washing my hands,
or brushing my teeth, or
masturbating, in
moments of hamburger reverie,
the ghost of your...
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roxxee:
*sigh* good to be back. Lovely. As always.
Lovely. As always.
ingrid:
Thanks for the healthy vibes...
I am doing much better now.
How have you been?
xo
I am doing much better now.
How have you been?
xo
A distinct odor that holds in time and space.
A revelation neither surprising or sublime.
The main house, the Cedar House, Mom-Moos.
I have a lot of dreams about this place.
Cedar, dust and biscuits. Once, Hascues
aftershave.
Bingo, chips.
Now, odor more
like polyester and lemon cedar.
And the cedar has eyes.
Returning with reoccurring visions.
Outside, the drainage ditch is a bottomless pit,...
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A revelation neither surprising or sublime.
The main house, the Cedar House, Mom-Moos.
I have a lot of dreams about this place.
Cedar, dust and biscuits. Once, Hascues
aftershave.
Bingo, chips.
Now, odor more
like polyester and lemon cedar.
And the cedar has eyes.
Returning with reoccurring visions.
Outside, the drainage ditch is a bottomless pit,...
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moondaddy:
I love that.. makes me want to write about my grandparents' old house in New Jersey.
"Cedar, dust and biscuits." You come up some of the greatest stand-alone imagistic lines.
I'll find something of mine to post--thanks for asking, man. I haven't been writing at all lately... been too stressed out. But I think feel the bug sneaking up on me again, finally.
"Cedar, dust and biscuits." You come up some of the greatest stand-alone imagistic lines.
I'll find something of mine to post--thanks for asking, man. I haven't been writing at all lately... been too stressed out. But I think feel the bug sneaking up on me again, finally.
relethed:
greetings to the resident avant garde poet
hope all is well with you in s.g. land, and the married world. how are school plans proceeding?
sorry i haven't been around...my new excuse is my internet connection. i used to get free service thru school, but, of course, at the end of spring term that went kaput. which means i've had no net access for a month. *sigh*
i have personally paved 2/3 of the road to hell.....
but i haven't forgotten about you; hope to talk to you more soon.
hope all is well with you in s.g. land, and the married world. how are school plans proceeding?
sorry i haven't been around...my new excuse is my internet connection. i used to get free service thru school, but, of course, at the end of spring term that went kaput. which means i've had no net access for a month. *sigh*
i have personally paved 2/3 of the road to hell.....
but i haven't forgotten about you; hope to talk to you more soon.
Should we carry in the cooler, are you going to want a drink?
I think we are going to need more ice, this
is all water/ is all liquefied mush.
The parking lot/ an ominous field.
The trees are alive and cannot move fast enough.
Room away from the traffic, on ground level, so you can go through the screen.
Chattering. This is no game....
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I think we are going to need more ice, this
is all water/ is all liquefied mush.
The parking lot/ an ominous field.
The trees are alive and cannot move fast enough.
Room away from the traffic, on ground level, so you can go through the screen.
Chattering. This is no game....
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rickroyal:
I'm not entirely sure I like how close the "dying" and "destroyed" are placed. Strange resonance.
The only reason I have a passing like for "Born in the USA" is because of 2 Live Crew's "Banned In the USA," which is a pretty good song. Springsteen is one of those artist who I can't understand how they became famous, as I can't name more than three songs by him (did he do "Dancer in the Dark"?). So, yeah, two Jersey boys who dislike the Boss. Strange.
The only reason I have a passing like for "Born in the USA" is because of 2 Live Crew's "Banned In the USA," which is a pretty good song. Springsteen is one of those artist who I can't understand how they became famous, as I can't name more than three songs by him (did he do "Dancer in the Dark"?). So, yeah, two Jersey boys who dislike the Boss. Strange.
lizfitts:
Yay for puppies!! Got any pics yet??
TO ASSOCIATE DISPLACEMENT.
The guy wiping the tables eyes up the waitress, he
is asking her if she works tomorrow, soon he will ask her out,
they are teaming up to clean the table,
putting the knives in their little white cups, he eyes
her ass. TO PERCEIVE ONLY FRAGMENTS, TO PERCEIVE
A WHOLE FROM THE PIECE.
THOSE NAILS, my
bacon is fatty, my
home...
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The guy wiping the tables eyes up the waitress, he
is asking her if she works tomorrow, soon he will ask her out,
they are teaming up to clean the table,
putting the knives in their little white cups, he eyes
her ass. TO PERCEIVE ONLY FRAGMENTS, TO PERCEIVE
A WHOLE FROM THE PIECE.
THOSE NAILS, my
bacon is fatty, my
home...
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moondaddy:
I like that... the dodgy implications of perceving "a whole from the piece." The life of the obsessive compulsive must be like that all the frickin time. I know I've been there all too often myself.
"Creating during destruction"... is that like a big bang sorta thing? Or a reference to the deconstruction that's going on in the poem?
"Creating during destruction"... is that like a big bang sorta thing? Or a reference to the deconstruction that's going on in the poem?
zenhell:
15% gratuity
That savage
is staring at me, but
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
the hairy fiend with the baseball cap, he
is staring at me, but he
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
and that old man with stringy hair
and no teeth, rambling past me
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
he also, he is my executioner.
THE PERSONA CAN BE KILLED. WATCH.
In the last few...
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is staring at me, but
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
the hairy fiend with the baseball cap, he
is staring at me, but he
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
and that old man with stringy hair
and no teeth, rambling past me
CANNOT BE BUT INTO SPACE
he also, he is my executioner.
THE PERSONA CAN BE KILLED. WATCH.
In the last few...
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xxanastasiaxx:
Yep..it's the old Asbury Park, NJ Palace..with the picture of Tillie. I remember going there as a kid..
trilobyte:
kind words indeed, thank you sir!
trilo
trilo