Night Hope
I've been here two years as of June 2004. I spent a long time searching for & cultivating relationships with some of AP's best & brightest. I'd like to refer you to just some of the Poets I feel have made more than a significant impact on my writing & on my life: Nicolette, shewolfnative, Zayra, Lyrical Soul, MuddyKing, Just Rob, Individuality, grm, cvillelisa, transcendental baby, Mary Cat, NurseChilly, Oisin, AlmostMe, SirPort, concrete sky, Dantes Inferno, LadyUnique, Wildequill, suseann, jaunty pill, masterblaster, Presence, Redstormy, A Prophet of 3, Whispered Love, Scott Adelmann, Marbles and Fish, ecrivain01, Danna Hobart, Rowan, Natari Moon...Sighhh...Even more than these few; they are just off the top of my head; I have a list that I posted as a "poem", since I have nearly 300 Poets on it...the AP system only runs efficiently with 50...{more power!!!} This will get you started on those dreadfully slow nights when the poems & Poets are far too young & bloody...lol
FAVORITE AP POETS
(I lost a few during editing several times;
if you're not on here, IM me, please!!!)
(in no particular order)
#1) ILTL4eva7
chasingtheday Mark Rickerby
Forbidden Scott Adelmann
Wildequill AngelsOfGod
MagicLady shastadaisey123
bluffininlv touchof1der
Just4U Dantes Inferno
Maureen Lyrical Soul
melphleg crystaldust
Chemical Romance xacidxfaeriex
emvyar Dolce
serene darkness Nurse Chilly
Anais Elaine swiftlyblue
unknownfrailty Delphinidae
Catressa Poetic-Soldier
Duana Chuck Johnson
Liquid punk Circuitsboard
Apurva Bezoar
artis MargaretG
Jessa DrowningInYou
Demented Crow Johnny Wheeler
Flawed Destiny etrangere
Michael 54 Leeche
Silver Sionnach cutiepie
Hoosierpoet amica
Yemassee starharbor
Rambler queencroutonian
haikumonk Ava Noire
Pierre Richards Never-A-Coward
RoughRider rndeever
InvisibleMan InvisibleRonin
Quasar Wolf of Night
angelica bulletimperio
Abby Eyeball Lord Gegishov
Push It On Me cherche -d -ame
Suicide Child angelicfraud
pozo cvillelisa
Jaunty pill Maatkara
Nicolette tigeray
William Buchan
Dent Voice of reason
Sherlock Holmes carlspen1
ITaLian PriNceSs AndrewHide
Brida myrataal
surfermike BlackLace
JackiD LdyBrknWing
LadyUnique JenP
Empathy~eyes onerios13
Troi Origami Shapes
Starla EgyptianEyez
Open Eyes the flying frog
PsydewaysTears Violet Paper
dragons-sky Lady Bird
Queen LyricalScribe
nika203 Venessa
Outrageous deadsymcdead
FaceValue Stuart Higginson
prodigiousizzy gingergreentea
lila ariazephyrzoe
Onyx Fire Tear Whisper
catz Kris
masterblaster texast
boogp04 lila
prettykorean07 hex
sweetdemise sicilyjean
stailing sweetfreak
VeinsOfAbsinthe Nimuee
whims wattle
PlayfulPassion cosmicrose
severin Meaka
Venom LeaveMeAlone
PoetWitWisdom bloodysorrow
Thoreau47 Natari Moon
Romeo's captive Mr Vertigo
squirrelmick Jealous Frog
Titus SirPort
Eredor Inaves Haran
sidewinder Delicate Lily
A Prophet of 3 DonnasGuy
dreamreach crystaldust
Dakkon Watuwant
Mj lynzeesmiles
TheMidnight shortrocker911
Blazing White Wolf MuddyKing
Elusive Butterfly theasp
laughingeagle Arabian Jewel
Redstormy Providence
quietly burning AzureBlue
crazyeddie Jay Samuels
Claide Whispers79
Panurge silkfred
SimpleSarcasm mtpoet
jarella1 Theater Of Dreams
transcendental baby sensualmonkey
sunny waters wbiro
Painpoet Lost Crow Child
Yard Dog Whispered Love
euphoria Orchid Rain Fire
AlmostMe Sunchaser
Danna Hobart moved on
ocerus cafegroundzero
shewolfnative born4freedom
Providence Presence
doctormoo StoneLion
UnWitnessed Still Life
Eveningkis Zayra Yves
Irish Wild Rain Almighty Aphrodite
abstract dreamer 0to0
ecrivain01 Melpomene
Lady Kate Cheeky paper
monimac R S Adams, JR
tanzanite Victory Gin
Anasuya leander
Mystical-Gardenia Ayizan
Serenahind xSecret TinkerBellx
akunin Red Red Rose
Sonorous Wrex deercatcher
Eusebius Eternal Bloom
Ruby Alice NoWayJo
Blue ISIS rutlandxyz
BatteredLives Loud-Silences
Faithful Dreamer kryspin
Robin Candor Inkwell
TJCasser sanmdr
Feathered Motion Individuality
Melissa Gayle kaibab
Barefoot Inkless
Barefoot Betty Cherokee
Poetic Crusader smoking gun
Pacific Ink Rowan Tree
Colin OBrien grm
Emerald13 Annalise
Celtic lynn marie
astralshepherd Shannycakes
Voices Clovis M Curious
poet2angels Almost There
tomisb pastiche
Zahhar OceanicEyes
Nature Song Jonathan ROBIN
Dalaney34 Neptunian Scorpion
poesy canvas Princess Muse
Abscessed Axelle Black
Utok Bulinaw AJ Morelli
ariosto Jaden
Dolphin Shaktiheart giggety
misselaineous grannyeri
ocerus Danny Boy
rlmcmd endeavor4u
rumor Michael Bell
industrial shaman mjseattle
reubenhaynes ZombieHooker
soulfultia Tam
concrete sky Zayra Yves
NoWayJo marc creamore
figtree JazzALTernative
Peteskid Whispered Melissa
FindingFate OperaElf
waterspout TheOblivionTheory
FineBrownSmoke -Ink Artist-
JustBe agazely
Mat Larkin tomisb
apoeticinjustice Bad Bill
Passionate Knight ArtFullyMe
Eden In A Bottle Cat
Monachos naked roots
Kmwt Eusebius
Datta Shantih Pamela A Lamppa
Muirghiel giggety
doneanddusted Cat
myriad-dark dking
Melissa Whispered Cameo Blue
Kinch Feuerbach naked roots
Mad Moon
Idle Mind Wondering
Rowan Jonathan ROBIN
EvilKate Luna Tique Fringe
soulfultia ecrivain01
mimiagatha Oisin
Pamela A Lamppa Mary Cat
Perfect Imperfection dianabluelove
Lute AllyceMay
apoeticinjustice Yvette Champ
SOME of you keep changin' your names...
If you're on this list & did it AGAIN, please IM me...
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Come women who have withstood the weather,
the wrestling and the wry wrinkles of another year;
be wild with meby CarolDesjarlais 55 lines, 20 comments, on Dec 30 8:20 AM 2006
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Yesterday, I was subjected to the most
self-opinionated rudeness in the guise of
‘honest critique’by crisstiena 141 lines, 9 comments, on Mar 21 6:29 AM 2007. In contemporary -
How could you know everything? -
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A young woman clothed in a
gown of roses with a train -
I will hold it safe for you until you can rise
and take it and pin it on your breast;
a hero’s badge, honorable woman that you are. -
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Like magnificent exclamation marks,
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My name is mountain lying down,
Hopi script of such a canyon, -
She sighs in her sleep
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I write my eyes in lid less fluttered, / as sigh of higher sky / to billow beckoning, / where canyon speaks / without the wind / in seekingby kaibab 72 lines, 7 comments, on May 22 2:08 PM 2007
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This is not tight-eyed dream, / but loose-lid / scheme / to keep you closer than is best; / deeply shrouded in my / rest. / I have a way ofby CarolDesjarlais 73 lines, 4 comments, on May 23 11:40 AM 2007
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First the Prophet spoke to my bones
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This man is slow moving stream on a calm day / undemanding but sloshing / down a crooked path next to hurrying highway / headed for anywher
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How come you to this sweet bed, / when once, you were as big as sky, / as heaven, as God to me? / Little mother, how come life to you / to
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Constant movement of brush, of hand, / to create over and over / as if grief would never get itself down / in thick enough paint or hard en
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My sister loves ocean froth / she sings to whales / dolphins / and perhaps goddesses curling in coral / for she is used to sharp hard place
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It is over. I am done. This is me drifting / as surely away from you as loose-webbed island / of entwined rooty lilies ~slowly caught / and pulled to another shore ~ I am grip- armed reach
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I met him once, / this prince with verbal way of Maliprop, / fooling prophet to doubt non-brilliance, / covering the Giants in '87, / as ag
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It has been said, and I believe it to be true, that when fire spills out of every mountain, and disease drops down out of the blue, there
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I am fish-rotten full of wanting gull or hawk; / Some scavenger to pick bones clean as ivory / Let those plumpy cells dry, wither, sift and shift. / Let other mourners mourn together. / I choose to soak in sorrow unti
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Have you ever wished to go blind
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Here is what held my heart for you; / these sacred things that comforted me / until ~ / once upon an answered dream, / the sky opened and s
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It starts in slow quiet coughs at back of some church. / There is loud squirming on hard pews. / Eighty-year old men and women, / Dressed in navy and reds are helped / to wobble to their sits. A Gold Star mothe
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'With fewer smiles and colder tears / I'd whisper to the wind'
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This big blue and green choking needs your healing visit,
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In Arabic shadows, she swallowed her goodbyes,
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Sorrow is a liquor / I am stumbling blind drunk / foaming at corners of mouth / with dry cry of your name ~ / dear sweet, intoxicating name / of every inch of skin / I am missing / I am beaten dow
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My words pursue presence of body; / womb, swirling seminal thoughts / waiting to attach to official orbs of meaning. / Great poets have hadby CarolDesjarlais 41 lines, 12 comments, on Jun 5 12:15 PM 2007
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Raise my rock in green to rise / wands of hands, / to draw her skies in craggy wings / of earthen angels, / and etch my voice inside her womb / as season blowing winter white, / in wilder grooves, casc
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I am not a poet given to starvation nor depression.
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Even when it is all over, when bones crumble,
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Shadow Totem, vulnerable to bright lights, / sensitive to tracks of man striding through snow / and how he steps: stride of anger, / slink of search, joyful leaps, a saunter, / Forest, both fortress and a fby CarolDesjarlais 42 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 10 9:39 AM 2007
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I wear beads at my breasts
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Avoiding the Absolute / Folding words, like clothes / freshly laundered, devoid of any dust / collected in fiber and hem, / hoping upon hea
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Oh, how we long for love, every moment’s quest;
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Send me to fork-topped tree that I can swaddle.
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Here, my poetry is Love.by CarolDesjarlais 54 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 19 5:40 AM 2007
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sea is my soul mate / struggling through undertows, / slipping up through cracks / in shore to find me, / is a pool waiting to be discovereby CarolDesjarlais 45 lines, 18 comments, on Jun 19 6:13 AM 2007
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I’ve looked for you in the forest,
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by crisstiena 51 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 28 5:18 AM 2007. In other
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Creative spirits conceived of shooting stars
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by crisstiena 46 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 29 7:49 AM 2007. In personal thoughts
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by Nicolette 25 lines, 48 comments, on Jul 5 2:38 PM 2007
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I would have a white marble monument / waiting for wedding bouquet to bunch up in fists / to make up for losses that leapt into earth / with little regard to roses wilting / in a wreath of worry about his return.
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You came; stunned me, like motionlessness in a storm / just before a downpour, when sky is heavy with waiting / for a warm wet kiss that will release it of every wish / it has ever had. Tears of Joy. Love’sby CarolDesjarlais 38 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 14 2:54 PM 2007. In Love
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I'm working on a manuscript, getting it ready for publication and I find that I am rewriting some of the pieces . . . this is one of them. / Oh return to me wrinkled sage who once wandered / t
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Which part of me would you have? / I have little left of me un-owned: / These hands, tagged by touch / Have trenched the tears of angels /
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Sail my soul in Coconino breath, / rest my will at ease / to thermal belonging, / and wisdom's way with ancient tongue / to bare me eyes /by kaibab 49 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 27 6:09 AM 2007
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My preferable presence, an Angelby PageTurner 36 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 31 8:30 PM 2007. In Personal, Life, Hope, Spiritualality, Lost love, Love, Friendship, Contest
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The way the waves behave I crave
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by PageTurner 27 lines, 10 comments, on Aug 4 5:50 PM 2007. In Picture Inspired, Adult, Longing, Sadness, Thoughts, Hope.
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by kaibab 85 lines, 9 comments, on Aug 5 2:07 PM 2007
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An anniversary of your leaving
Seems as if only yesterday it was
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My presence fills the earth with path,
for where is loveby kaibab 56 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 14 5:50 AM 2007
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by rendezvous 48 lines, 12 comments, on Aug 15 11:21 PM 2007. In Love
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With race of blood and bleed of spin
I am a craver and a carver of earth -
I have sighed in Swanee wind, imagining words,by kaibab 54 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 2 10:20 AM 2007
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Poetry is my feast, my famine, and my feeble attempt
to give back, to the Universe, my art as appreciationby CarolDesjarlais 33 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 6 8:24 PM 2007 -
I have a brave history, I do.
It took tenacity to tenderly -
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Whose soul has not been stirred
by flicker of her words -
She slides in
under heavy cloakby CarolDesjarlais 44 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 22 7:33 PM 2007
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Was today just another Saturday
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by MJ Donnelly 31 lines, 14 comments, on Sep 23 2:57 AM 2007
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Another year sails by, a ship of memories and dreams;
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On web she hangs the spheres of crystal dew
To make me catch my breath when passing by,by masterblaster 14 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 23 8:06 AM 2007
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I would have gone in league with the devil
to make you well. I met that crossroadsby CarolDesjarlais 50 lines, 13 comments, on Sep 23 4:43 PM 2007 -
Wanda hears and heals my woesby PageTurner 55 lines, 26 comments, on Sep 23 8:22 PM 2007. In Personal, Love, Hope, Friendship, Romance, Life, Spiritual, Dedication, Happiness
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her passion for poetry is boundless deftness with quill reigns supremeby Touchof1der 15 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 23 10:49 PM 2007. In For A Friend
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What mystery dumped us
in midlife of our imaginationby CarolDesjarlais 55 lines, 46 comments, on Sep 24 2:03 PM 2007 -
She is my Night Hope,
I open the curtains to my heart for.by CarolDesjarlais 27 lines, 26 comments, on May 16 11:17 PM 2006. In Hope -
Song of my soul, soul of song, long to belong to true beau, strong where most, weak, string along, short to wrong conquer and, oh !
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looking through forest at her back door for three years, suddenly, a light shone through
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by Nicolette 25 lines, 41 comments, on Sep 30 4:40 AM 2007
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Sunset starts its soulful song
beneath flung-open window -
I write from the bed of bluebells season bent over,
crinkled cups of blue never more to ring except to sing -
I am six within, without, One.
energies radiate like polished etchingsby CarolDesjarlais 36 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 4 10:29 AM 2007
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Women are complex, men have avowed,
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I have hurt myself on his words.
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We, who hold such grave gratitude, shift chaotic challenges into meaningful places
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She unfurls in dawn’s hint
like dry dream waiting for daylightby CarolDesjarlais 17 lines, 13 comments, on Oct 8 9:28 AM 2007
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We women have always been bartered,
molded to the name of our men -
You have settled into your own acceptance
why things cut wide swaths to leave you -
Strategies Over Coffee Coffee etches up crack
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Spirit bred and spirit born
a stirring seed in heaven’s mound -
Awo awo awo awo
Ahow nechimoos, tansiby CarolDesjarlais 51 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 17 10:24 AM 2007. In Native American -
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--- for Wanda Lea Brayton
She is delicate, -
This churning sea, swallowing half my moon,
chants; wave by wave it whispers -
Air brushes face in ice to crystal
what dust might dream in white-out weatherby CarolDesjarlais 24 lines, 11 comments, on Oct 26 12:02 PM 2007
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for Carol (Shewolfnative)by poet2angels 33 lines, 11 comments, on Oct 27 12:10 PM 2007
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I carry a stone that was sent by John of God
(he would not call himself that, his name is Joao) -
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~~~~Duets with Him~~~~~
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by kaibab 23 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 31 9:16 AM 2007
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Duets with Him~~~~~~~
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I am grateful for this voluminous cape of night
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by EvilKate 97 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 27 8:14 PM 2007
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Ev'ry passionate part of heart is revealed, nothin's concealed ~
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Adored and angelic Amelia. Accept an ardent and artless amourist’s affections, alleviate an anguished admirer’s alarms, answer an amorous
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Polyacrostic palimpsest
The Pencil traces yet another line ...by Jonathan ROBIN 72 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 6 10:09 PM 2007. In Poetics, Writing, Polyacrostic, Palimpsest -
by rendezvous 28 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 7 7:54 PM 2007
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Shows not the softest candlelight whence springs pheromonal insight as tenderness finds wings for flight two generate true current bright ?by Jonathan ROBIN 43 lines, 13 comments, on Nov 8 12:23 PM 2007. In Love
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The silent seconds, spendthrift, greedy glide: -
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,by Jonathan ROBIN 28 lines, 15 comments, on Nov 9 1:16 PM 2007. In Society -
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I bask in the newfound glow of a thousand suns.
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You breathe warm on heaven's winter shoulder,
your subtle airby kaibab 50 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 12 5:42 AM 2007
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by crisstiena 32 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 13 10:49 AM 2007. In love
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Sixteen years, come rain or shine, we walk
around the house, know friends and rascals well,
and after dinner hear the table talk. -
At night a forest grows-
trees backed up as farby EvilKate 40 lines, 45 comments, on Nov 12 7:16 AM 2007. In Contemporary -
I know your stir,
sweet windy touch,by kaibab 38 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 15 8:34 AM 2007
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by EvilKate 32 lines, 21 comments, on Nov 15 10:23 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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Few care a toss for basic human rights,
for poor who roleplay sacrificial lamb, -
My eyes puddle, staring into her gaze
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by NurseChilly 61 lines, 22 comments, on Nov 16 1:32 PM 2007. In Adult. For Him.
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From the dark night I rose from when mother’s split-thighs
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Inspiration opportunities,as fractal snowflakes, weave soft pattern wire Words flow, emotions echo, each assigned its place to interaction
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she’s there, treading air
and willing -
It is in the way she wraps the shawl around him;
swaddling, perhaps, or shrouding,by CarolDesjarlais 51 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 19 2:59 PM 2007. In Life -
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Fringe-persons, full of feelings
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You are stone’s slow pry from its mother lode,
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by apoeticinjustice 51 lines, 30 comments, on Nov 20 11:40 PM 2007. In Native American, Historical, Legend
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I know of pain, cold hammer
nailing dream to unsolicited scream,by kaibab 102 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 21 7:57 AM 2007
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As a hungry bowl-shaven boy
he took part -
Starting with howl of bad birthing
Her wandering took her a forest awayby CarolDesjarlais 19 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 21 2:13 PM 2007
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Leaves, like brown scabs slough off the body of a tree;
leering at leprocetic scars to be hidden -
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Post-modern culture lessons few has learned
Years stretched to centuries times forty-eight
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While others are wondering where their keys are,
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In eyes of pools, blue to follow,
wild sensations stir deep ocean,by kaibab 66 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 22 9:18 AM 2007
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What have you done to the small, the weak, what have you done to the world, to hearts
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There are stories in this forgotten land
Sand and tumbleweed tortured earth -
Clinging to a shadow
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All his life was a set of directions:
He had plans and those plans included learningby CarolDesjarlais 23 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 22 3:57 PM 2007
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Your manness, bid me come
I came alone unto your skin, -
My soul desires untread snow,
air so cold it freezes my lungs -
Louis, like Samuel,, was an exile in a cold land,
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Sometimes wondering misty morn
so reliably form and wanderby Peteskid 30 lines, 11 comments, on Nov 22 8:45 PM 2007 -
Piled mountains look a marathon,
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Afternoon, delight dripped off our foreheads for walk was pressing us heavy on linen counts;
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Sorrow is the churning of a froth in red gorge;
that glacial rush of sky-poured moistureby CarolDesjarlais 28 lines, 10 comments, on Nov 22 5:17 PM 2007
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I am breathless silence to season's shifting,
quiet quiver in first snow falling,by kaibab 48 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 23 9:41 AM 2007
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ice rains plies piney branches of my forest;
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If you can write without cash motivation,
Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague, -
We gather what we can
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Suave across the cotton paper, her fingers make the pen so golden.by Chocolate Poetry 29 lines, 9 comments, on Jan 20 1:57 AM 2007
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I speak of rafts that suddenly appear
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Constant in commitment,
an immaculate inspirationby Peteskid 33 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 25 5:36 PM 2007 -
I blink in eyes of sighing rainbow,
curve, bending colored footprintsby kaibab 59 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 26 3:55 PM 2007
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Without you I would not have had such sad poetryby CarolDesjarlais 56 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 26 6:00 PM 2007
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Yeah, the greeny, hand waving,
bulging eyed icky is Nickyby PageTurner 27 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 26 9:00 PM 2007. In Weird, Abstract, Fantasy, Humor, Friendship, Happiness -
Snow has spent it diamond dust
with stipple bough and frosted knot -
I am a fall yard harboring
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We are all just dry petals
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Oh sister, hold me,
I am afraid -
Look, Reader, here is something sweet to swallow,
something to clench your teeth to, something to swallowby CarolDesjarlais 32 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 27 12:54 PM 2007
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Even those who think they can follow you
are reading what may be Greek to them,by CarolDesjarlais 38 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 28 10:52 AM 2007. In Society, friendship, Inspiration
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Picture eyes to stare in sandy shoulder,
bending bare to shimmered, beaded bubble,by kaibab 43 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 28 5:31 PM 2007
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When water is less fluid than bone
and clockwise hands hold usby EvilKate 55 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 28 9:28 PM 2007. In Contemporary -
by crisstiena 34 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 28 9:45 PM 2007. In just me
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My shadow ripples on corners of walls;
sharp corners bring it near, recesses -
Moon turns night to colder, yellow spirit,
wet-black stone, spinning,by kaibab 56 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 1 8:56 AM 2007
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by kaibab 24 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 1 9:43 AM 2007
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Throw my round as circle's ball
in blacker hand and purer power,by kaibab 50 lines, 3 comments, on Dec 1 10:12 AM 2007
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by AJ Morelli 30 lines, 29 comments, on Dec 2 2:33 PM 2007
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Don’t change horses, brother,
right in the middle of this race -
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'gainst the graveled gaitof a bass’s moan
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I shall
write poetry -
I am just a distant willow’s thought,
past as infantile, opportunistic impressionism,by kaibab 110 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 4 6:24 PM 2007
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My most blessed encounter on AP
Was an Angel scribe I knowby PageTurner 58 lines, 8 comments, on Aug 4 2:07 AM 2007. In Personal, Thoughts, Love, Life, Hope, Spiritual, My life, Friendship, Dedication -
Upon our earth everywhere, as g00d is in all as all, within its one time cocoon hibernating anticipating due awakening,
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Opening curtain:
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Artists inarticulate, Billionaires bears, bulls would bate, Careless kids insatiate, Domination by dread State, Effete fools effeminate
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by kaibab 34 lines, 6 comments, on Dec 5 7:51 AM 2007
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She stands in lofty fullness
and sun-round seep of forgiveness
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I don't think I'm up there... but if I was, I'd be to ADD too find me...
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You are:
Melissa Gayle kaibab
Barefoot Inkless
Barefoot Betty Cherokee
Poetic Crusader smoking gun
Pacific Ink Rowan Tree
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Barefoot Betty Cherokee... has a nice ring...
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Barefoot Betty was one of Zayra's nom de plumes. I leave all the old ID's for nostalgia's sake.
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WOW!! I clicked on this "link" that just seemed to appear on one of my poems...and WALLAH!! Here i am on your page!
Honored, I am, my friend What a wonderful gathering of fine poetry on this page. To be included among them is truly wonderful. Love ya Wander Woman 
I can't seem to find my name though...
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You're on there now. I haven't added anyone in ages, Luna. Sowwy, Sweetie.
I added a few more, while I was at it. Wander
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oh my. this list has wandered me through a beautiful overabundance of poetry. thank you thank you. no matter how much time i spend, there is so much work out there, i simply know i am missing most of it. this helped a lot.
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Ohhh, I know. There is so much talent on this site, it's mind~boggling. Allow me to assist you in your search for true poetry, aside from this (still incomplete list). Be well, Poet. Wanda
"Published AP Poets & Their Books: My Friends Are So Amazing"
http://www.allpoetry.com/poem/2887080
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you are such a good person
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Shhh...don't tell...I gotta rep to maintain, ya know. Takes one to know one, Sweetie. Gotta get to work, Mary. Happy Friday, my Friend.
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You are sweeter than honey rollin' off a Sunday mornin' biscuit
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You are making me head big.
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