[I'd said I'd leave, I didn't, I'm sorry.]
My motto is my most important work done here /
(however, every time I'm chubby curvaceously
I linearly think of pregnancy
actually I've got a health problem
and could be buried in my on-off shoulder dress I've simplified by
as it lends itself to other ideas for all life
yes I drag that flexibility to other thoughts of mounds
but there's lots literal besides closure,
though I've got stinging on underside skin of kneecaps
like a gravestone chiseling
smile less by my pushing elbow clues
so I can't be drugged by my natural dreams)
{Daisy, good morning just like feet on the ground
you aren't pretending being out of bed today
there are people to help you or tell you it's okay,
Mamma sings and you step
yes, from sleep there's a lane after lullaby
breathe full for the light
where there won't be boulders of your eyelids not open!
sounds like how to avoid scriptural obstacles,
as we see Daddy check out the window white
and wants a wider view
venting the vitamin in sunshine
before breakfast that isn't seems crazy
when you come back cheerful}
more than by hills of health
I don't hop when I can't talk or know of
Q&A should be for more than age etcetera, so...
favorite book's according to Ecclesiastes 12:12,13, if I merit it.
Profile 1 I should call myself eyeballs
5/13/2007 name idea
Upon interested scrutiny,
I termed my wriggling ink
poetic experience
others peruse a say prose
I cried over down the road
labeling and backing
away, while my moment's a prism
of memory comparison or personal
what's tinny, stasis, Eustace?
not exactly only imagery...
{i.e. I have slippers,
I have paws almost
reflects my late night pounce the ounce to be heard}
No more new poetry but by tipping
an accordion takes you on a road
and the go is not wrong
you make the lyric reading a life's street
or correction how hand off coconut
is not supposed to be of mechanic's grease or --
does memory lane let mold be found elsewwhere
as tilling tells it little
My motto is my most important work done here /
(however, every time I'm chubby curvaceously
I linearly think of pregnancy
actually I've got a health problem
and could be buried in my on-off shoulder dress I've simplified by
as it lends itself to other ideas for all life
yes I drag that flexibility to other thoughts of mounds
but there's lots literal besides closure,
though I've got stinging on underside skin of kneecaps
like a gravestone chiseling
smile less by my pushing elbow clues
so I can't be drugged by my natural dreams)
{Daisy, good morning just like feet on the ground
you aren't pretending being out of bed today
there are people to help you or tell you it's okay,
Mamma sings and you step
yes, from sleep there's a lane after lullaby
breathe full for the light
where there won't be boulders of your eyelids not open!
sounds like how to avoid scriptural obstacles,
as we see Daddy check out the window white
and wants a wider view
venting the vitamin in sunshine
before breakfast that isn't seems crazy
when you come back cheerful}
more than by hills of health
I don't hop when I can't talk or know of
Q&A should be for more than age etcetera, so...
favorite book's according to Ecclesiastes 12:12,13, if I merit it.
Profile 1 I should call myself eyeballs
5/13/2007 name idea
Upon interested scrutiny,
I termed my wriggling ink
poetic experience
others peruse a say prose
I cried over down the road
labeling and backing
away, while my moment's a prism
of memory comparison or personal
what's tinny, stasis, Eustace?
not exactly only imagery...
{i.e. I have slippers,
I have paws almost
reflects my late night pounce the ounce to be heard}
No more new poetry but by tipping
an accordion takes you on a road
and the go is not wrong
you make the lyric reading a life's street
or correction how hand off coconut
is not supposed to be of mechanic's grease or --
does memory lane let mold be found elsewwhere
as tilling tells it little
- Last seen on May 30 11:43 PM 2007. Member since July 23, 2006.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1,263 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "on-off shoulder rah-rah-rah before-during-after breastfeeding".
- I am a 39 year old woman from Colorado (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a n entropy prevention parent and squared-house wife.
- I have 1,263 comments, 4 contests, 434 poems
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Profile 8, don't know what to do with it, no more Floral Background strictly after 7 so off to Tiledon latest poem (May 24th 2007) / husband heard me from outside, thought it was the owl. / I wondered if I could sing to that other animal,25 lines, 2 comments, May 24, 2007
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soft coconut / I can't keep cracking to fastness / just pause at inspired taste the squirt / stuck in fingers the whack / that was to be wo7 lines, 1 comment, May 23, 2007
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photo of baby / strongly relate back the features / in face as ten fingers and toes / what's the number of forehead? / I think of just wrap
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I am pondering into poem when I promenade, / the movement traces quick thoughts / and the spring has me spunky with it / yes soaking up mor80 lines, May 19, 2007
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left avocado / when that was on the radio / saw peeled off vinyl trampoline / as I bounced shiny ripeness / matching no trap24 lines, 2 comments, May 13, 2007
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month sigh / is not how often I came back / from maybe quit / so is this thistle / of his who asked / and those he sees I lied to / my insp62 lines, 1 comment, May 13, 2007
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originally when I came here, I found something off curezone that zapped my happiness over my mind wandering in somersaults not sentences, w6 lines, 1 comment, May 13, 2007
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A stack of papers / are in a clamp basket / with the handle down the middle, / white flared to both sides / like presenting egg cartons11 lines, 1 comment, May 13, 2007
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I've gotten about a dozen 'I don't understand' / and does that mean no reconcilation rose... / that can be a predicament not pretty / if14 lines, 2 comments, May 13, 2007
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I love babies / I love shoulders / I love clothes that could be for the cuddle / / take that cotton down / a baby can know the instruction42 lines, 3 comments, May 6, 2007. In message
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I sang a song and sat it not on a bench
but had it stand and expand the music through my ribs -
The hallux and all is ballooned
with my hot air of saying I try -
I take a path and include my throat
and go the laps like playing a record -
looming from illumination
scallions stringy end was long, -
Huh of a husband
was varied from the what of a wife31 lines, 22 comments, February 2, 2007. In Contemporary, Love
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your smile ripples on my lips / oh shyness is not nested / statue is not tasted / these cheeks move because of his / oh could kindness spread back4 lines, 3 comments, May 30, 2007
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a fingernail was shred / pushed between thumb and index / for violin flicks / of a full piece yet / like I made a wig from another cut kera4 lines, May 30, 2007
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a kiss of child / the dance of laughter / and hair is felt longer on shoulders / sun rays charcoaled / is not cold of black forced moved shadow / but pieces of a hair trim fall on paper for picture / fresh c8 lines, 3 comments, May 28, 2007
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Dresses are important to me,oh my for the occasion too / on-off shoulder rah-rah-rah before-during-after breastfeeding / an African woman g
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acoustical on May 13, 2007i think i might finally get your writing.
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PetrifiedAfforded : guess I should ask here too for your skill that could linger... on May 11, 2007Thank you for various emphasizing messages, yet as I've had by my poem recently my preference is not over icons as there's too much chance with history I'm uncomfortable with.
Nature matched ones without connotations crayoning them usually go well with me, but I'm not out to build a palace out of purple flowers either?
10:06 I angle to color clock though, at side I should be asleep, oh, while red mark on skin can be from correct squeeze or recoverable mosquito bite and paper reads can show repellants by lifestyle once in awhile -
detectivediana : i cannot afford to be petrified on this sandy day on May 11, 2007i love your poetry. i hope you'll keep writing!
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sublimewriter on May 11, 2007
