To think outside the box; to explore emotions within shared collective memory.
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Now there was this plant:
it could have been nothing else, -
Now there was this plant:
it could have been nothing else, -
To enter a dream, aware of reality at rest and dream the quest, has become an artful state of subconscious alertness: glee for an inquisiti
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a cul-de-sac leads nowhere else
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Water is skoon, lug is skoon, maar skoner / is vlam ...
“Sweef” by Petra Müller51 lines, 7 comments, on May 19 1:56 AM 2008. In Quote; Purification, Thoughts -
in this life of hunt and hound the tenderfoot
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He brought to her sheep from
the hills up yonder, -
It was in the kitchen
that he kissed her; the day -
Seeing through the Distortion
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Reflections On Glass
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"Paid by my lord, one portrait, Lady Anne,
full length with bird and landscape,40 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 28 12:36 PM 2008. In Creative Writing, Free Verse -
blood bleeds
into air-filled31 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 29 12:56 PM 2008. In Abstract, Futuristic -
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Subtle sophistication,
yet lavish elegance of choice;23 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 28 1:17 PM 2008. In Love, Personal Choice of Fragrance, Aromatics Elixir of Clinique, Contest
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dashing and deft
the agile mind waits ... -
May I be your inchword?
Your scrambled letters? -
knotted and wrought
the calculative line -
I typed wrokds
while thinking words on works. -
thoughts are often inspired
but inspiration often is not thoughts -
an open latch
brings to loneliness6 lines, 18 comments, on Dec 27 4:24 AM 2008. In Fun, Creative Writing, Picture Prompt, Contest, Love
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The cock crows.
Staccato's sent out to lazy sleepers: -
Looped in rebound, the soul waxes and wanes: expansion often deflates inhalations of illusions.
Reality is air, in beautiful flow or froze -
Invisible,
a hand is paging -
When words become poems
poets become homeless:33 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 30 12:47 PM. In Creative Writing -
flat on my face
I count the rows -
Please let us be unending; a word of beginnings constant in its meaning: not empty, not filled.
No forever a heave heavy in growth, a f -
my words are not here
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Liebe ist eine Landschaft;
das Haus aller Seelen. -
Thunder the mower ...
mountains no cover.7 lines, 14 comments, on May 14 10:15 PM. In Apococriptica, Spiritual, Love, Creative Writing, Contest -
Evening in Paris, or Soir de Paris,
by Bourjois, debuted in 1926. Presented in cobalt blue, clear or gilded glass -
All senses turn a poet round
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I am not Cleopatra neither Poppea;
my hair not clipped close to my head -
ardency ablaze
swirled from this maze avid -
Hand a face
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24 lines, 3 comments, on Jun 29 7:41 AM. In Home-naming, Creative Writing
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River's flow, fast cleanse, to quench soft riverbank; thuds spread and splash our burning boat.
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empty the reed within silence; silent the sob in its hush
bloodless the lips pressed in violence; air still in hold of sky's blush -
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Soundless unfolding
deliberate in soft exposing -
Being sober sometimes makes me wish for intoxication.
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This aroma he said, smiling,
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Okay, we will not look into meaning:
we will sketch our feelings61 lines, 15 comments, on Jul 11 5:55 AM. In Creative Writing, Feelings, Emotions, Love, Society, Philosophy -
autumn butterfly pumpkin skies
ruby-red shadows fall17 lines, 11 comments, on Jul 17 4:19 PM
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eden is no place but condition
naked a rib in winter's grip -
I may even forget words
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sun sun sing sweet sunshine song
soft soft drum and echoed gong -
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in this life of hunt and hound
the tenderfoot -
Nothing ever brings that back
hidden in the vault, disgust. -
Did you ever take time
to look into my eyes? -
Moving as one:
I, your shadow. -
What shall I wear, a gown or shirt
or table cloth folded to fit? -
awaiting
the end I am -
I left the shutter open
a swallow -- in full flight -- -
blinded by blindness
man lost the apple of his eye -
Let go oh Eros of your bow
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He had his wand behind his back, and I giggled, for he could have hid it inside his handkerchief, but now he looked like a butler, waiting
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caught in consideration
the onlooker sthe only pulse -
bewildered
I know life is absolute -
life paints
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I decided to phone you
to say I accepted -
English:
On the balcony of my memory -
You flew into my fragile net in summer. With no intent
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What has deformed man, so cruel and sadistic,
perverse and damaged by pungent erode? -
Timeless the pain expressed
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Happy he was:
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Death is such
a femme fatale ... -
Once together, spell has held them captive:
fingers explore, touch and stroke follow; -
For Thomas Chatterton ... 17 years of Eternity
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When she was four, she loved to sit underneath his desk, with her back to his feet. It was his way to assure she is still there. And also n
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Summer in umbra,
slight, tanned memory against -
soul tastes heaven
cupped -
Using makeup on flowers?!
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unbutton
and unlace
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