just when the bang,
bang, bang behind my eyes
stops
sorrow's gluttons appear
wanting a curtain-call
from slumbering
imaginations
(which,
last time I heard
was river-dancing
their black slip-ons
over the right half
of my frontal lobe)
you 300 hundred pound
word hogs are
sumo readers
whose eyes grunt
and scratch for more.
you can't root
through the taps and stomps
careening along my capricious slope
to dig up a glimps
of the firefighter's solemn,
soot-smudged face
(he's carrying
death, you know)
to spy on him
criss-crossing
over my page
trailing anquish
that drips off his brow --
maybe you're thinking;
"I can dissect her hemispheres
find answers why
strangers will climb over
rubble and degrees
for a life not their own"
nerve!
little do you page-droppers
know --
it isn't only Poe
with hidden secrets
to the dings, tings, rings
of bells,
bells,
and more bells.
Author notes
Uh... yeah, always editing.
The migraine wrote this, it's all that demon's fault.
Written June 24th, 2006
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very good
interesting read
i'm a rainbow / rhyming kinda guy
but i really enjoy your work
for its randomness, unpredictability of next line, not knowing what'sa coming next, eyc
superb -
"I can dissect her hemispheres
That's an interesting line. Well this gives me some new ideas
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When I first began to read this I was at a loss, than as I read on I was pulled in to the writing and the pattern of the words I do like this, it reminds me also of a writing assignment I once had to do in writing class using bells bells. I aced that one as well as you have aced this one. nice write, I prefer poetry that isant forced and this does not seem forced at all. Thank your headache for me
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Me complain
Nope, I just write'm and enter'm and write'm even if I don't enter'm
Take your time, I'm sure you guys with select the best poems. I mainly like to get your comments, even though YES, I'd like to win BUT, your comments help me judge where I stand in the progression of my writing. So, I win even if I don't win -- how'd ya like that oxymoron Humm, I like that word too and idiom and esoteric and....
Write on poet
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Hi you.
you are --
300 hundred pound word hogs
sumo readers
whose eyes grunt
and scratch for more.
sumo readers. LOL. I love that. I keep reading you are three hundred pound wart hogs.
Count on you for some great succinct originality. What I like about your style is you are definitely off-center (compliment) but the message isn't. This is great. Bringing Poe in with bells at the end is so good. The only aside I wasn't crazy about was the
nerve! but that's just me.
Thanks for this. Sorrow with a bit of a smile. Really what else can we do with it? Laugh a bit, cry a bit -- write a bit and smile.
Appreciate your entry into the contest and thanks for not complaining about how long it is taking. (It is all might fault - I shoulder the blame completely).
Enjoyed this, several times. Lisa
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This is terrific.....
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me naughty? You're the one that said that you were gonig to be 'spreading your wings' what else do you expect to go through the back of my mind, after that kind of tease.. lol?
*bites his bottom lip and plays with his nipple ring* But atleast you're not the only one that is good at teasing. Always fun. I look forward to your erotic piece of a-ah poetry *giggles* -
LOL Oh my! Migraines are cruel and unusual punishment and should be banned forever!
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Once again, another wonderful piece from you. Just one question though...how did you get your migraine to write this?!?! Mine never do anything constuctive at all!! Hehe...Beautiful write!!
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Naughty naughty
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guilty as charged
*wonder to himself what else you might be 'spreading'* -
Oh my blew your load, well just wait until I'm done with the piece I'm writing now, hope you're old enough to read it cuz it's definetly adult.
I'm spreading my poetic wings. -
omg I think i just blew my load. nice!
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I felt as if I was dwelling in you mind, right in your brain, when I read it! Jane
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Thanks dear jane,
I went out on a limb with this one. I think it was the migraine that wrote this piece. -
Joy!
Dear, dear, Dee, How I've missed you!!!! This, more than makes up for that absence and was so worth the wait!
'root through the taps and stomps
careening along my capricious slope'
I can try, dear poet, I can try. Brava! Applause! And JOY in my heart on reading this! Jane
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