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[sid] => 183261
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => night bizarre
[time] => 2016-06-17 12:31:58
[hometext] => It/'/s impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.~Herman Melville
[bodytext] => filled with sound
of thumping heart
and locusts rill
the scents
of dark dark
chocolate
and haze of sage
tangled dis-jointed
puppet limbs
prickled skin
watchful eyes
tiptoed ankle deep
through blazing
candles and flowers
carved of pearl
somethings
often are chaotic
yawning shadows
secret secrets
abstract poems
a split-world
leaking range
and almost
solid emptiness
of ink-stained
fingers/hands
ghostly joy
sleeplessness
and madness
Jill comes tumbling
poets are the magic
talking/writing
to themselves
noisy and alone
we the kings
and queens
of all our (in)sights and
sins remembered/forgotten
turn around once
twice three x/'/s lost
(closed doors)
out the window
unreal and untold
which way home
moon so bright
life is a trick/track/path
who howls, coy-dog? guide?
thick woods bushes and brambles
a business of words
or swarming bats
flitting/flying
it might have been
quick with wonder
the lonely air
braver in dusk/gloom
rearranging the disaligned
yellow-green moth
of white waving flower
running feet to root
ringing breath oh down
and around this wide world
web the poets are there
the prophets are quiet
in separate dreams
or crippled or dead
did you hear lies
and privilege?
whose left/write
to understand
you know me not
you know me
you and me
are you you?
love me not.
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[informant] => ming
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night bizarre
Contributed by
ming
on
Friday, 17th June 2016 @ 12:31:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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filled with sound
of thumping heart
and locusts rill
the scents
of dark dark
chocolate
and haze of sage
tangled dis-jointed
puppet limbs
prickled skin
watchful eyes
tiptoed ankle deep
through blazing
candles and flowers
carved of pearl
somethings
often are chaotic
yawning shadows
secret secrets
abstract poems
a split-world
leaking range
and almost
solid emptiness
of ink-stained
fingers/hands
ghostly joy
sleeplessness
and madness
Jill comes tumbling
poets are the magic
talking/writing
to themselves
noisy and alone
we the kings
and queens
of all our (in)sights and
sins remembered/forgotten
turn around once
twice three x/'/s lost
(closed doors)
out the window
unreal and untold
which way home
moon so bright
life is a trick/track/path
who howls, coy-dog? guide?
thick woods bushes and brambles
a business of words
or swarming bats
flitting/flying
it might have been
quick with wonder
the lonely air
braver in dusk/gloom
rearranging the disaligned
yellow-green moth
of white waving flower
running feet to root
ringing breath oh down
and around this wide world
web the poets are there
the prophets are quiet
in separate dreams
or crippled or dead
did you hear lies
and privilege?
whose left/write
to understand
you know me not
you know me
you and me
are you you?
love me not.
Copyright ©
ming
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2016-06-17 12:31:58] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Friday, 17th June 2016 @ 12:52:25 PM AEST (User
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intensely simple with the right ear. Lovely.
Invierno |
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by wheels on
Friday, 17th June 2016 @ 08:34:32 PM AEST (User
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actually very well paced - I really like it - imagery flows one into the other. Like I said I really like it. |
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd July 2016 @ 08:59:53 PM AEST (User
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You are taking the /*****/. |
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd July 2016 @ 09:04:44 PM AEST (User
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if there is a man , or woman alive (including the author) who can make head or tail of this....send that one forward!
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd July 2016 @ 09:11:07 PM AEST (User
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if the author is willing, I/'/d love an explanation of this. |
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd July 2016 @ 09:18:55 PM AEST (User
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If I could somehow relate this to Moby Dick, or any other novel, or whales, or the sea, or to anything...then i/'/d know you were not mad or taking the /*****/.
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Re: night bizarre
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Sunday, 2nd October 2016 @ 10:58:02 PM AEST (User
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Spectacular, and with a Melville quote to boot!
~Scorp |
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