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A different take on the classic Ginsberg poem...
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The heat is far from cold,
the weather is quite unsnowy,
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she once was told
that love takes shape
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Thank you for this sun that warms me
lights my day
until the night
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Reach out into the air
You're touching a galaxy
by Beverlynohime
18 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 15 11:49 PM 2007. In Personal, Thoughts, Weird, Life, brain, thinking, limit, no, imagination, cr
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What topic will I chose
That will be one of a kind
I need to brainstorm;
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I always see you trying.
You struggle while doing your best.
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Chance meeting on a warm summers day,
The day that belonged to us and us alone,
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Imagination brings
Color to the world
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Doodling on my notepad,
as if to pour out the thoughts that I had.
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… and in the mad moon’s face,
the great geometer places
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Something's tapping
Up there in the dark,
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Silver horses of each moonbeam
carpet the aisle with mist,
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When I was young I'd sneak outside
to breathe the fresh night air,
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Gliding out of the pine-wood frame,
Draped in a light, dew-dripping breeze;
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Hello paper
What shall I write about today?
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Red-hair blows slightly in the breeze / Her eyes peering , searching ,wondering / the sun kisses her skin / a warmth shes longing to feel. / She takes in
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My Midnight delights. / Foolhardy and full of fears, I venture into lands unknown. / Wander onto plains of unfulfilled wishes. / Watching above me in the sky, purple silk is taking flight. / Looking down upon
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Superficial state, as Seurat, draws dotted line to anticipate an inner picture
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Oh, how often have I dreamed of sailing through the sky? / My oar made from sunbeams, my rowing boat the moon.. / I'll give you shooting st
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Everything connected / Rainbow embraces bind us / As each color melts into another / Being both one with sky and water / As a soul gazes up
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We scribbled rainbow hearts / on each others arms for hours / with highlighters and sharpies / so serene. / the way your eyes look when you're forlorn.... / they're beautiful / fingers brushing my neck / or str
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Curtains drawn to retain the gloom
And windows locked- they're air-tight.
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A face lingers at the edge of my thoughts / Golden shards of sun rays glinting through / Eyes that drank a thousand pools of light / Emblaz
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"Scottish Dialect Version" / Auld Donald was aff fur a pint ur tois, / with sixpence in his hain. / Dressed in his best breeks, / he was a
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Those two months were filled with nothing more than unbridled / passion, teasing, and upsets / Oh, Cruel summer / your heat makes me ill / and the days down at your cool lakes / remind me of nothing more than
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Over rolling hills of green / And just around the bend / I found someone you've never seen / My imaginary friend / And from beginning to th
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ACT I: The Smile relies on the breeze, one cannot exist, unless the other follows suit
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Long ago,
I sparkled with endless laughter
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The eternal ocean,
Dark and grey,
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Vibrations rushing through your fingertips As you pour delicate dreams over black and white
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Welcome all to Imagination Farm So close to Halloween
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SHAKAYE ..- a character with no long story..just one short poem of her will do...
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Tropical paradise a place with love and no lies.
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I walked in through the door and found my fantasy land.
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I have so much inspiration My grip on the edge is slipping the reality of what I have become
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lost in summers' haze marsh reed reaching
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