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Jestku | Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
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Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus. Pausing .at the Muses perpetual waterhole. You are Always on my Mind. Happy Birthday, Scott. Are you and Rascal grinning-. Face down in your cake? Now for something a little different. Bird’s Eye View of Ernest’s Nest. Veneer me kiss me. Nestled in curly maple. Ooooo la la caro mio! Turner box, hell. Burnish me, baby! 8230;……………… &% ….would you like a smoke with that, poopsie? Bowl of fruit on the table –. One big mouth –. Anybody got a match? Hot buns –. When he st...
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Haiku 4 U | Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
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Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus. Pausing .at the Muses perpetual waterhole. Leaves jackknife off limb,. Slip into velvet down lake. You left me this quiet. A sway and an ease. A gracefulness and lush green,. Slow dance windblown trees. Oh look a gold sun! Rays spread out unfolding reach. To the ends of earth. Photo by True Scot. A veil of darkness. Once settled in, slowly lifts. Heart longs to hug joy. Life fades or fires bright. My love you are the candle. Sentry me my night. Rose did wink at me!
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A streak of madness | The Soul and The Witness
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The Soul and The Witness. My Soul is my witness,my words are my dreams. A streak of madness. You are only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it. Continued from the previous post. Turned and took the road which led me out of the city. I didn’t look back; Just kept looking down [and in the way I very nearly killed myself by a bullock cart]. On the entire way down I kept walking, contemplating whats the issue with myself.🙂 Trust me! I didn’t think twice. Took the road and walked do...It was ...
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Left Behind (VI) | The Soul and The Witness
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The Soul and The Witness. My Soul is my witness,my words are my dreams. And then one day, Jon stopped receiving any letters from Kenny. It stopped almost as suddenly it started. Montana for months after kept wondering, while watching the night sky, if Kenny finally found the world he wished for. Montana for the rest of his short life lived with this constant amazement and a gratefulness that fate had not been cruel to him. It was a simple sentence which read,. Laquo; Left Behind (V). This work The Soul a...
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Two weeks and the walk back to life | The Soul and The Witness
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The Soul and The Witness. My Soul is my witness,my words are my dreams. Two weeks and the walk back to life. I don’t know, how to start this. I don’t know do I even need to do this. Zilch. Nada. Sifar… I really don’t know. 8220;What am I doing? What the hell am I doing”. One tiny voice said almost as if asking me]. I am…. I am.err… yeah… I am not happy, something is wrong! I got to fix this”. 8220;Yeah. I need to fix this”. Gotto figure it out]. 😦 No news, no sneek peak at newspapers too, no blogs.
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Fighting Hell | The Soul and The Witness
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The Soul and The Witness. My Soul is my witness,my words are my dreams. You wake up one night,. Dreaming a dream often seen. Reminding you of your sins,. The bursting anger under the seams. You wake up one night. Sweating and short of breath,. The water reminds you of red blood,. And her merciless death. Your fear haunts you,. 8220;Oh Lord”, a primal groan out of your throat. 8220;Its the devils ploy…”,. Redemption is all you seek,. But its pain inside this decoy. You tread, and you still parley,. Left B...
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Want to play Poetry Tag? | Poets Who Blog Interactive
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Poets Who Blog Interactive. 124; Comments RSS. Want to play Poetry Tag? Posted on February 26, 2008. This poem started at PWB. Like this is the end. Would you like to add the next line. Here’s what you do? Be the first to post TAG in the comments. Then take these lines and add one, in a post on your own blog, along with these instructions. Whoever adds the nineteenth line then takes the poem to Poets Who Blog at http:/ poetswhoblog.blogspot.com/. So who is next? Tagged: | poetry. Laquo; Grab and Go poetry.
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Black Palette | Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
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Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus. Pausing .at the Muses perpetual waterhole. Life can be like. Slamming your face down. On a bed of nails! Old Man’s Dog. O let the long night winds blow. I hear Old Man’s dog howl down the road. To yet another restless soul. Past shadow-flits among tall trees. Breezes whistle-play rust-rotted eaves. Of this old house that’s not my home. Silent figure slices through night’s dark. Uncertain of the Old Dog’s bark. Watching – waiting – agitating. Then disappears from view.
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Hyacinth Bouquet | Poetmeister ...on the road to Parnassus
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Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus. Pausing .at the Muses perpetual waterhole. She rode in on rare Castle Rock. Air, head tilted toward a dream,. Vision-voiced bell-ring clear,. Parched labor-long, now drawn. Into life’s rich vibrant stream. Refreshed and strong,. Purposed longings revived foreseen. Off-on horizon’s edge,. Will claim her frail albatross,. Tacit strength anew, knowing. She steers her own fortune,. Twinkle-eyed and amiss in bliss. She held her gifts out of sight,. Purses lips to bloom,.
