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Halloween squeaks across the night like chalk across blackboards
scrunching up backbones with hints of the underside--the realm of non-bei -
Retracing the steps of yesterday's pleasure
I find myself stumbling -
Aung San Suu Kyi rises to see me,
we have only a minute. -
There will be no free fall
as if from grace -
My new shoes were always tied securely
for steps not yet taken and I wore them out quickly -
If I am here and do not take a number,
they do not call my name -
as if it had a surface,
oceanic steps arrive with skin like satin -
A place to blend and belong
to be a watcher not just passing -
it is on the beaches sprawled oiled and easy
heard in nettings of afternoon cicadaby Man of Harlech 14 lines, 10 comments, on Jul 17 9:15 AM -
spearmint flavored in its prime
ready for the chosen momentby Man of Harlech 6 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 15 5:29 PM -
I needed a haircut bad, Why not? said I,
we'll do it right there -
eyes see the invitation
lips part as portals for passage ofby Man of Harlech 24 lines, 9 comments, on Jul 1 4:13 PM -
Little bird ruffled and wet
fallen and alone -
We shall go out to the dark
to the shriek of the place -
its you, only you
and I hope you want me -
Love is downed in memories
fluffed to fit slow sinking measurements -
As if it had a surface, ocean waves to walk upon,
skin like satin, spelled as Satin, -
the demure deeming of a loon's cry as I neared a forest pond.
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Alone within dank curtains
Of stone -
When it is wet,
I dig at the pages of my newspaper with my fingernails -
When it is wet,
I dig at the pages of my newspaper with my fingernails -
Lilacs blooming remind me of my grandmother
and her friends -
We don't look enough at hands
when we first meet, -
Turn up the light that sparkles so
around your shadow with in its glowby Man of Harlech 3 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 5 12:59 PM. In Contest -
Beneath the pier
there is no reason for the space except the whistle of wind -
Silence as a tabula rasa
a new blackboard so to speak -
They dance with the wind in swirls of color
their hair flagging a frenzy of unkept intent -
what is keeping Tom Cruise from the role of Napoleon
when that frenzied bravado oozes for a sword, a pair of doeskin britchesby Man of Harlech 10 lines, on Mar 18 8:52 AM. In Thoughts -
Suanne Marie Big Crow was born on March 15, l974 in the small hospital in Pine Ridge South Dakota, a place of beauty, freedom and hardship.by Man of Harlech 28 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 9 11:27 AM
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what is keeping Tom Cruise from the role of Napoleon
when that frenzied bravado oozes for a sword, a pair of doeskin britches -
The bus stop at the main building of the Brooke Army Medical Center is a small and durable structure known to many.
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time in a bottle was about to become now,
an improbable reel of beginningsby Man of Harlech 43 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 22 1:43 PM -
time in a bottle was about to become now,
an improbable reel of beginnings -
because I stopped
I noticed the melting snow -
Sun shines
around your shadow
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