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number 38: “A Wednesday, Six Years Later” | Pear and the Bear
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Pear and the Bear. Number 38: “A Wednesday, Six Years Later”. September 11, 2008 at 1:51 am. Last year around this time, I wrote this sonnet as a part of an ongoing project in which I wrote a sonnet every day for however long I felt like writing poems. In the end, 29 sonnets were written. Human behavior is such an interesting thing. PS: The air, being in and of itself capable of withstanding and baring electricity, is fresh and cool today. Thank you for reading. Entry filed under: 9. September. Subscribe...
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number 41: “es la verdad” | Pear and the Bear
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Pear and the Bear. Number 41: “es la verdad”. September 15, 2008 at 2:42 am. Entry filed under: 9. September. Number 40: “she’s a pitbull. her name is whiskey.”. 5 Comments Add your own. September 15, 2008 at 9:49 am. Como estas Whiskey y tu amigo Jeff, que tal? September 15, 2008 at 6:42 pm. Are you sure that’s a dog. September 21, 2008 at 2:53 pm. September 23, 2008 at 11:41 am. Dog distracting you from comics, eh? February 12, 2009 at 9:40 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #28
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Sunday, October 14, 2007. My alter ego: taciturn and plain,. Deliberate, polite, recoiled, and shy,. Inspects the evening's purchases of fake. Eyelashes and bronze boots to catch the eye. She marvels, (glad the lashes came with glue). But wonders if these items could contend. With her own inner beauty - tried and true -. That is too often silenced by her friend. That yelps and clamors, shouting wordlessly. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #23
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Tuesday, October 9, 2007. To think, young pilgrims, that we once were leaves. Contently spooning on the forest floor,. And that our hearts once floated leisurely. Bareback on softened currents in the Fall. And think, young pilgrims, we too once were wind. That carried our leaf-selves from highest bough. In crystal arms, to gently tuck us in -. Our bed the breathing gold blanket below. And yes, young pilgrims, leaf and wind belonged. 1 Jocelyn...
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #29
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Tuesday, October 16, 2007. The World's Sweet Beauty! The World's sweet beauty lives behind my eyes! It burns there every time the clouds appear. As shapes, and every time I recognize. A tender whispered word has rung sincere,. And every time pure human kindness flows. Without beseeching interest, and each. And every time a patient mother knows. Her child is safe and warm, though out of reach,. And when my body moves through space and time.
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #27
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Saturday, October 13, 2007. Me Alone a Barnacle". Content to lap at pools of drunkards, I. Haphazardly contort to younger days. When half full empty glasses knew the ways:. Temptation waiting in their alibi. Now riding on the backs of woman thighs,. I bear the weight eternal of the thought. That sans these burdens we are better off,. Though much more bored and prone to compromise,. Unless the inner angel caves and lies. 1 Jocelyn finds struct...
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #24
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Thursday, October 11, 2007. Who shines the shiny shoes of the shoeshiners? Who shears and shaves the bristly beards of barbers? Who pours bartenders pints of frothy lagers? Who shovels coal into the hearths of miners? The shoeshiner's apprentice shines his booties! The barber's wife mows down his facial stubbles! The bar-back taps the kegs of stouts and pale ales! The miner's son tends to the fire's duties! Pearl and the Beard. Inspired by th...
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #25
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Thursday, October 11, 2007. The quarry-mouth, so gorgeous I could cry! With slip for skin and sediment for bones. Carved out to make way for the tunnel's moans,. So statuesque, gray, sharp, and proud! The artery then bleeds out to the trail -. That leads the eye towards sight to revel in -. A city sprawling under heaven's veil! Black clouds adorn the mountain man hath made. And drape themselves all thick over the lights. 1 Jocelyn finds struc...
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Sonnet A Day: Sonnet #26
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From my pen to your eyes via the glorious, glorious internets. Friday, October 12, 2007. We are but heat waves. Radiating like. Some massive five foot four inferno. We. Cannot undo what charred in fire and light. We cannot break the love eternally. Begotten from whence fire and earth were born,. Or brand its liquid surface, shimmering,. Or bend the gilded oracle soft orb. Afloat, intangible and deafening! We are but lucid universes, vast,. Teeming with life within our every cell. View my complete profile.