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George StreetGeorge StreetGeorge Street
Veins rushed too much blood
to an eyelid squeezing a lash's point
against a snot-coloured iris jerking frantically
as he clutched two headlines - mom & pop cog store bought by magnate and flimflams a price a penny
fingers leapt onto his neck
wrangling it,
dropped the paper, and rubbed his forehead,
while loosening his navy with white dots cotton tie; Leonard winked hi but he was too busy mourning the loss
of the word-puzzle on page 12 -
bus grinding up George Street,
the road could've been gravel &
by `wernstrum
Painting PaintingPainting
She somewhat grins with master strokes - Curved lines carved roads winding over each other in search for ways to express the moment when she twinkled.
Her portrait is a lesson in geography, mapped texture symphony, different shades imposing on each other -
harmony in gradients and contrast.
Run your fingers up her coarse hair and ripe-less nose, a hand's etchings into canvas, the steady story
where copper hills meet an oily river of tan and burgundy:
Paths groove through a valley - wrinkles
by `wernstrum
Morris the oxMorris the ox
Morris the ox
In thought-filled stillness under a dull U-shaped snout it pondered the new surroundings over grass kneaded
'till it was fine as grease.
Morris, I told it. You are free.
Leg twitch, Snout-fume stuttered spurts, a hoof beat against the ground -
muddled clanks
reminiscent of nature's linger. Perhaps an absence of cart ropes pulled its balance apart - a lightness in worn-wood shoulders never known -
or it could be that
the lulling strokes of
its masters
by `wernstrum
Birth CollageBirth Collage
Birth Collage
Embryo True love, the bud,
cushioned by membrane, in mindless nurture
consumes nutrients
for embryonic development.
A lipstick mark on the cheek from a mother's kiss, it is an imprint of the past.
Fetus Embryo evolved. It is a flower that opens its leaves as a story unwraps, revealing what is to be waited for - what once was future.
Trees Two trees stand a field away, laughing at each other. Differences in their barks' patterned facade have them slap
by `wernstrum
Random Favourites
102 in SacramentoIts 102 in Sacramento and I can feel you I can feel the glisten of the sweat102 in Sacramento
Off the bone that connects Your ear to your neck My hands glide along your shoulders Then swoop down where wings would be If I wrote this fairy tale But alas it’s 102 in Sacramento
And you are not here
As my fingers braid down your spine To the cup of your back Where our love pools The sweat of our love Helps me lie on you and smell your hair Helps my hands glide down To grasp under you on your waist Above sex below caressing To hold you so that we can both
by ~elationandco
-I am so sorry for nothing-Hello, my darling!! ( Cheating bastard! ) I couldn't wait to see you! ( It's the last time ) I've been waiting for so long. ( For the right moment ) You look dashin-I am so sorry for nothing-
by ~alicatylon
Cuevas FingernailsThere are TWO versions of this poem: ======================================Cuevas Fingernails
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VERSION 1 (REVISED)
Cuevas' Fingernails
two year old child at the hands of a king, loses life, and his fingernails,
his lover’s
round supple breasts feed not only his mouth but the mouth of a nation, bitten by teeth of corruption.
hype hides the blood stains on cotton. she may as well not have worn any at all.
Calito caught up
in flames. perhaps over cable y
by ~hojucult
Liquid Fantasy.Liquid Fantasy
Villanelle – Liquid Fantasy
Two sapphire pools enchant my thirsty mind, Third mortal sin submerged in sweet delight. Fulfill a liquid dream where we’re entwined.
Dive deeper, there - no duty, conscience blind,
Our bodies bare, thus given to the night. Two sapphire pools enchant my thirsty mind.
Your ardent lips unto my breast designed, to sample skin and perfume, pink and white.
Fulfill a liquid dream where we’re entwined.
Each other’s senses speak with unconfined
honesty, naked in serene moonlight. &nb
by ~hojucult
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Matt wanted one of our props to symbolise alien DNA strands, but I told him that was too highbrow for our audience;I mean, they're just kids...We tried to get Chris to act as Mrs Punch, but he told us to piss off, sadly - Dom Howard
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Tots and Teens: The Children's Literature Contest --Amazing literature and amazing prizes!!
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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
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Tots and Teens: The Children's Literature Contest --Amazing literature and amazing prizes!!
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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
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we live thinking we will never die.
we die thinking we had never lived.
cut it out.
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Matt wanted one of our props to symbolise alien DNA strands, but I told him that was too highbrow for our audience;I mean, they're just kids...We tried to get Chris to act as Mrs Punch, but he told us to piss off, sadly - Dom Howard
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