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to the man who likes pretty words...

i.

he's had too many
tomatoes
in his life - - -

sagging flesh
conceals the secrets
that come out
in gritty sounds
forming words
through thin lips.

cigarettes dangle
from fingertips,
yellowed with age
and jaundice.

we purge poetry together,
faces flushed
with the expanding tunnels
under our skins -

an encounter
of the 70's variety.

hippie circles mar floorboards,
sentences tumbling
between the denim of our jeans
while he utters freedom -
eyes clouded with memories
of jungles and stakes, smeared with filth
that pierce feet, rendering the soul septic.


ii.

I want to dissect his spirit - -

run my fingers
through his ideology -

this is the man
who trades philosophies
like cards, pins
ashes to his chest
and only shows his age
when he's not smiling.


iii.

lullabies, thick
as dipsomania,
weave across our cheeks;
the eagle man,
fleshed out before the sun.


iv.

he will dry,
yellow skin shrivelling
under music notes
and hanging onto the clouds.

the day he gives himself
over to the ocean,
we will stand
fingers pulling commas
from tear ducts
and saluting to the sky - -

hoping
he swims far enough
that the mother
cannot throw him back.



Author notes

Prompt number four.

This is dedicated to the man I met for the first time last night. It was very enlightening. He'll never read it... but I just wanted to put it up.


AN: color me silent

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Comments

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  • Tzipora
    May 14
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    = )

    niceee. i likedd it alot.

  • Suzanne Dia
    March 10

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    I love it when I find words inspired by new and random encounters with people. This is the stuff I thrive on. You've created a really cool mood here, love the denim on wood floors..hippie circles.

    The way poetry falls... very nice, too. Interesting and original image (at least to me)


  • checkmate
    March 10

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    from the first line, i was captivated. after that, i think i was holding my breath and only realised mid-way so i breathed out, except it almost came out as a gasp. this was just woah. ohmygoshies. this is just crazy..i love it. everything here is just amazing. i am running out of adjectivs to describe this- how do you say one-of-the-best-pieces-i-have-ever-read-and-instantly-fallen-in-love-with?

    you are such a talented girl. congratulations on the gold and the silvers. you deserve them all!!!


  • Ms.spooki
    March 8
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    it's...old seeming,different,
    exelent.

  • It's amazingly well done. You know how to leave a person with a loss of words. it takes a lot to do that. SO much talent.


    Very well done.


  • Poems4thesoul
    February 27
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    WOw this poem actually made me speechless
    Great Job
    I send my congrats


  • Brlsbb
    February 23

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    "in gritty sounds
    forming words
    through thin lips."

    "hippie circles mar floorboards,
    sentences tumbling ."

    all these words are so beautiful.. i love the imagrey and expression that is so beautifully shown throug out this poem

    it was compelling and breath takinging im glad i stumbled onto your page...


  • ItaloEtkin
    January 30
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    this is amazing

    sure you've heard it over and over again, but you have so much talent...

    keep writing


  • lunarlunacy
    January 28
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    I know I have already commented on this, but DAMN this is has potent mojo!


  • Kutie20Kayla13
    January 2

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    Wow this is really neat. I love how you pursued writing this piece. It's really done quite well. I love the first section.


  • Gods child40 silver member
    December 22, 2008
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    excellent

    wow very deep, great poem

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    December 22, 2008

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    I cannot believe that I haven't read you before -

    your writing really is quite well done.

    This piece speaks volumes


  • notorious
    December 17, 2008
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    Fuck yeah - mazel tov!


  • AboveApathy
    December 16, 2008

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    i like the way you group the parts. you don't see it that often- i like it.
    beside that,
    WOW.
    you are an extremely talented writer-
    sorry about the lazy comment, but you should just know how in awe I am.
    love
    wesley.


    • stasis
      December 17, 2008
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      Thank you for the comment and the silver.


  • Polaja Greeters member
    December 16, 2008

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    Thank you for entering my contest with this poem this is fabulous - you have captured so much of him in this write and it gives the reader a brilliant snapshot I really liked the part about pinning ashes to his chest the best!

    Keep writing

    Polly


  • Catie Sheeran gold member
    December 5, 2008

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    wow...this is absolutely amazing...omg, i could read this over and over. I love your descriptions...and my god your only 17?? what talent!

    great write...very captivating!


  • samantha jean
    November 30, 2008

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    For some reason, I have come across this piece about twenty times and never commented. However, I have read it over so many times - and it never fails to amaze me. This is truly brilliant writing. The beginning really drew me in.

    "cigarettes dangle
    from fingertips,
    yellowed with age
    and jaundice." - I love this part because it's almost unexpected. The way you write is just very beautiful - and this part is very raw. Wonderful.

    Good luck in the contests, you deserve something. Really.


  • Cat gold member
    November 29, 2008

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    sometimes the best poetry comes from chance encounters, colorful characters and the
    delightful moments we pluck as poets and get to own because we found them first and called them by name
    poem, story, memory,.. snippet.. you found the poetry in this bit..in this encounter
    and you did a wonderful job in the retelling


    m


  • kill the lights
    November 29, 2008

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    so yeah, this is amazing and a half... "run my fingers thorugh his ideology"

    ♥♥
    -dh


  • lowercase prelude gold member
    November 29, 2008

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    wow
    this poem features some of the strongest imagery I have ever seen

    this was an excellent poem and i wish you well in both of the contests you've entered. with you a poem like this, you should get something


  • Blueskywonder
    November 28, 2008

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    Ha... you are an intense individual using imagery like Burrows or some-one.LOL
    You wrote all of this after meeting someone once implies your immagination and perception very powerful. Good write


  • And Hyetal
    November 28, 2008

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    Now this is powerful. I love the sort of 'in-your-face' imagery. I also love how you separated the poem into parts.

    It's like this is a photograph just found again after many years.

    Bookmarking.

    ~Cassie


  • yael
    November 27, 2008

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    this is the most captivating poem i have read in a long time.
    it is easy to forget where i am when i read this.

    • stasis
      November 27, 2008
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      Oh wow... thank you so much for the comment as well as the fav. I'm glad you liked it so much!!

      ♣ Tegan

  • notorious
    November 27, 2008

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    This is perfect.

    I don't think Polly
    will think I'm the best at portrait poetry
    after reading this.



    This is unbelievably good.
    I'm bookmarking

    ;
    Jessica


    • stasis
      November 27, 2008

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      Haha, awww... wow, that means a lot coming from you, Jessica. Thanks so much!!

      ♣ Tegan

  • lunarlunacy
    November 26, 2008

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    sheer brilliance - "I want to dissect his spirit - -

    run my fingers
    through his ideology -

    this is the man
    who trades philosophies
    like cards, pins
    ashes to his chest
    and only shows his age
    when he's not smiling."

    Kudos


  • usefuldistraction
    November 24, 2008

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    Gotta comment here, but will read this again and bookmark! There are some people that have wisdom all their own, earned from the years spent just living and making it through. I can see this guy, hard life, the crows feet, still smiling, realizing where he is, still free to choose. Hope you bought him a beer!


  • Never Fall in Love
    November 23, 2008

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    There is a very blunt and raw tone to your poems, almost as if you insist on making the very disgusting beautiful.


  • Alive4aLiving
    November 18, 2008

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    Damn nice poem, and I'm sure that if he did read it he'd love it. By the way, lol, who did you meet?

    • stasis
      November 18, 2008
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      His name is Kenny, he's in his 70's or so and this old hippie that Billy, Jodi, the gang and myself hung out with and had a few beers with on Saturday. This guy is so amazing... he fought in Vietnam and was probably one of the wisest people I've ever met.


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    November 16, 2008

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    i absolutely loved the last section
    loved it
    i dont usually say wow.. i hate that word
    but pulling commas from tear ducts and saluting the sky -- been there and never thought to put it like that.

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