Poetry about poetry
jpg - Songs of Dzitbalche - ancient mayan poetry
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it unfurls from the end of her dream
and is kissed with Grace as a stamp.25 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 7 12:27 AM 2006. In Love -
Question the questioning fervor and a fever attached to the brain
by a length of string of words and phrases, simply swooping across71 lines, 3 comments, on May 16 11:57 PM 2006. In Contemporary -
burn invisible poems
across the skim of the lake. This is lighteningtalk.30 lines, 11 comments, on Jun 2 9:54 PM 2006. In Nature -
The world brushes against my cheek,
whispers in my ears, sends me messages in vapored mornings,75 lines, 27 comments, on Jun 14 7:53 AM 2006. In Contemporary -
weeping midnight blue on the ragged edges
of paper I meant to make sunset of.14 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 22 11:20 PM 2006. In Nature -
Truthtellers aligned with the stars and upturned faces
of petals pulsing in new dawn.30 lines, 14 comments, on Oct 27 9:04 AM 2006. In Hope
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Grow fine trees of them that my grandchildren
can swing on and catch the rhythm needed40 lines, 11 comments, on Oct 31 5:53 PM 2006. In Spiritual -
I will scribe it as I am told
over this cold cup of coffee.49 lines, 11 comments, on Nov 15 4:12 PM 2006. In Spiritual
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It will be found,
in faraway times, that this need to leave
the face of history changed, did so -
What pen this is, and such surprise
at strange voice rising from blind side.24 lines, 12 comments, on Dec 6 6:56 AM 2006. In Contemporary -
Here we are;
poet’s penning our pulse of life
as it knocked on the door of hearts.31 lines, 11 comments, on Dec 28 10:13 AM 2006. In Poetry and Poets
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rest well, beneath the cover of kinship,
beneath care of friendship,37 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 4 10:15 AM 2007. In Friendship -
Each new insight
or inspiration comes,to her, as lovers do,
to parse the problems with phraseology.24 lines, 9 comments, on Jan 20 6:32 PM 2007. In Personal
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A poem tickled the back of my eyelids,
Lifted up the lash lens I filter5 lines, 10 comments, on Feb 5 4:36 PM 2007
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I have painted you in poems
your transplanted roots raised babies24 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 15 7:01 PM 2007. In Society
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words, jingle like bells
waiting to clang against each other18 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 20 11:24 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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7 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 23 7:08 AM 2007. In thoughts
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36 lines, 30 comments, on Mar 3 10:10 AM 2007. In thoughts
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Oh, to grasp such writing
winging its way to new horizons0 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 14 8:48 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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let me die a thief’s death
so I can stow away in god’s gallery
41 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 18 6:23 PM 2007. In Writing about writing
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Look, friend, we have collected poems, like half a pack of rats
who have dropped ideas, like bits of cheese25 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 20 5:58 PM 2007. In Friendship -
ah, what might I have become
without my moment's notice,76 lines, on Apr 21 7:56 PM 2007. In Friendship
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/ It does not matter how I write, / soul will have its say / one way or another ~ / / I can crayon pink and pretty lines / that will not disrupt or disturb / your need for things to be nice ~ / / my spiri20 lines, 4 comments, on Apr 30 6:54 PM 2007. In Thoughts
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Perhaps you pondered my words / writhing across a sopped sheet / and thought me / sad / / maybe, once you read my rhyme / that spoke of h23 lines, 2 comments, on May 2 11:19 AM 2007. In Personal
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I could not break a spell put on me by a poetic Muse.39 lines, 8 comments, on May 6 4:55 PM 2007. In Thoughts
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While real poets were pouring pale-skinned sonnets / over smooth paper, I was skinning my brown knees / on my mother’s prayers.45 lines, 54 comments, on May 6 6:09 PM 2007
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Swift though farewell be / Like swallows sheet of going gone / Without lip’s measured movement / Around sounds that attach themselves /25 lines, 8 comments, on May 13 9:16 AM 2007. In Sad
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We poets hearts bent low over passion spill soulful inkings to resurrect our faith50 lines, 3 comments, on May 14 6:39 AM 2007. In Society
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stippled sip of wine / flung and fractured / fitful audience of my diatribe / meant to punctuate passion / jerks against “just then / I almost got it” / prism’d polka dots / punctuating momentary mean31 lines, 14 comments, on May 16 7:30 AM 2007
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Shhhhhh: A Creation Story / -Carol Desjarlais / I write… / ”for no other reason, but for this, / that others may know / I have not lived t100 lines, 19 comments, on May 18 9:10 PM 2007. In Personal
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Let us fill our quivers with Eagle feathers
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Constant movement of brush, of hand, / to create over and over / as if grief would never get itself down / in thick enough paint or hard en35 lines, 10 comments, on May 23 9:59 PM 2007. In Personal
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My words pursue presence of body; / womb, swirling seminal thoughts / waiting to attach to official orbs of meaning. / Great poets have had41 lines, 12 comments, on Jun 5 12:15 PM 2007
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Holy forest howl / moon quiver, lake shiver, / curled leaf shudder / for they know how / to speak the language / Loyal to stars, heaven, /20 lines, 9 comments, on Jun 7 10:26 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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Burn-bright fire lie, / high-blown ash surrenders / like poems, almost written / slipping from sin’s growing guilt, / one fluttering dream5 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 8 8:04 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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91 lines, 3 comments, on Jun 12 7:49 AM 2007. In Personal
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Just as I put pen to paper, / Women die, and our voices / are without some harmony / as we hum our sorrow into slipped-through night. / Who
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Kiss this pen and know it. / It is filled with inky heart / that pulses words, phrases, stanzas / across plains of blank spaces / needing filling, / needing expression / before well spills over. / Like newb28 lines, 9 comments, on Jun 14 10:57 AM 2007. In Personal
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Avoiding the Absolute / Folding words, like clothes / freshly laundered, devoid of any dust / collected in fiber and hem, / hoping upon hea41 lines, 12 comments, on Jun 14 5:28 PM 2007. In Personal
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hoop upon hoop / hung and beaded / woven with poetry / scrolling between strands / weaving around like spider’s web / squirrel’s chatter, woodpeckers peck, / set rhythm for over and under / and I sway as I13 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 15 5:13 PM 2007. In thoughts
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I have painted walls / with signs and messages / to myself, to God, / to anyone good at translating / I am offered posies / I watch petals30 lines, 3 comments, on Jun 17 8:29 AM 2007
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Creative spirits conceived of shooting stars52 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 28 9:27 PM 2007. In Friendship
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Simply let your soul speak through / Hands that are inspired by heart, be / Ecstatic in your rise to higher planes / Lift eyes to what COUL22 lines, 12 comments, on Jul 26 3:37 PM 2007
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50 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 10 4:45 PM 2007. In Contemporary
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What is breathed onto paper,
falters out into the Universe12 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 21 10:48 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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I am good at stringing thoughts together
as my mind weaves webs to trap words, -
Alphabet, like dominoes, tumble down
like dice, thrown, onto blank paper17 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 29 1:45 PM 2007. In Friendship
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I am a dam of images, inspirations
that rumble inside, then up and pour over;20 lines, 8 comments, on Aug 30 8:51 PM 2007. In Writing
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I beat my head against walls until irregular phrases24 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 2 4:17 PM 2007
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This is my house of sticks, life bones
Fallen down around me ~26 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 4 6:09 AM 2007. In Society
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If you think this voice in my poetry is all I am, you have missed37 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 6 8:12 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones43 lines, 31 comments, on Sep 6 7:20 PM 2007. In Society -
bent and bowed on grazed knees
whisper spread to open-mouthed plea;30 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 19 10:37 PM 2007 -
speak heart words
soul phrases43 lines, 14 comments, on Sep 22 3:01 PM 2007 -
My Muse is a wicked wench,
sitting on bedroom ledge28 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 22 8:03 PM 2007. In Life
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I write from the bed of bluebells season bent over,
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A language was almost dead; that fusion to impulse
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What pithy literary myths sitting on sinking shelves,
weighty in their bulbous bodies of words44 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 5 12:37 PM 2007
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I have hurt myself on his words.
God, I am so thin-skinned, so damned wounded,64 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 6 10:32 AM 2007. In Life
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Unborn words stretch, being to waken but just before blink of eye to image21 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 7 2:40 PM 2007. In thoughts
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Dear heart of mine, with whom I’ve danced
with words that rose from ancient pots,34 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 8 2:19 PM 2007. In Friendship
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Yellowed papers,
limp with lost lust25 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 17 9:44 AM 2007. In Personal
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Your words touch wildness to me;
holy hem of my garment-like poems35 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 21 6:38 PM 2007
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these grainy words sink to ground
are layered by eons of leaves21 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 23 4:37 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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did you reach to wipe sweat of Michael’s angelic brow when he was spattering paint on the dais below38 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 26 9:51 AM 2007. In thoughts
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My midnight pane fogs, spreading like a dark plague
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We are all just dry petals
pressed between pages29 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 26 5:08 PM 2007. In Life
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Without you I would not have had such sad poetry56 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 26 6:00 PM 2007
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Look, Reader, here is something sweet to swallow,
something to clench your teeth to, something to swallow32 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 27 12:54 PM 2007
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A word, that gongs
from ancient soul19 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 28 8:56 AM 2007. In Inspiration
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Even those who think they can follow you
are reading what may be Greek to them, -
Finely tuned, awl-sharp, senses
hack at language and remake it -
My shadow ripples on corners of walls;
sharp corners bring it near, recesses20 lines, 16 comments, on Nov 29 6:42 PM 2007. In Writing
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Your poem peels back the roof of my mouth,
causes cankers on tender insides -
I shall
write poetry15 lines, 15 comments, on Dec 4 4:22 PM 2007. In Personal
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Sun as monk, bald broad crown
risen to glower or grin31 lines, 10 comments, on Dec 6 9:02 AM 2007
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It swooped and put our prayers on your hand.20 lines, 8 comments, on Jan 27 1:44 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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click and clack of track chanting
overtones of screech and squeal21 lines, 12 comments, on Feb 5 10:37 PM 2007. In Life
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rolling stones in my mouth
with my tongue13 lines, 7 comments, on Feb 9 8:51 AM 2007. In Personal
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Who would trade heaven for snows in Alaska,31 lines, 14 comments, on Feb 9 8:03 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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what left would there be to do
with empty heart and soul and such?14 lines, 7 comments, on Feb 15 7:42 AM 2007. In thoughts
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I have heard if you lose one sense,
Another builds to take the vacuum left42 lines, 11 comments, on Nov 17 6:55 PM 2007. In Thoughts -
Truth stirring up trouble
like wind moves leaves, trees,28 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 10 7:45 PM 2007. In Writing
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I wrote “ Love”28 lines, 9 comments, on Dec 12 8:38 AM 2007. In Life
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You left no thumbprint
but your face is burned on my eyelids -
slide of hem on floor scritch of scuttle in the wall47 lines, on Dec 16 12:39 PM 2007. In Inspiration
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It is there on tip of tongue,
an image almost in focus,37 lines, 6 comments, on Dec 25 8:21 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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My Muse is a child, rubbing its gums
wanting to grow teeth31 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 8 9:42 AM
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a word
without appendages16 lines, 22 comments, on Jan 14 10:38 AM. In thought
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here is the whole of it, a book of simple words
rasping its scratchy throat that puts mild men to sleep25 lines, 7 comments, on Apr 27 4:54 PM. In Literature
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I breathe it
like a half-hung criminal58 lines, 14 comments, on May 26 11:08 AM. In Writing -
I am broken-limbed tree
no longer pointing nor reaching34 lines, 10 comments, on May 26 3:24 PM. In writing -
A poem, stirring in the firmament
swirls and waits in neon nests of galaxies,25 lines, 8 comments, on May 24 12:39 PM. In Inspiration -
Write away my sadness, finding power in my pen34 lines, 10 comments, on Jun 8 3:56 PM. In Thoughts
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There is poetry growing in the mountains,
between the cracks of granite;34 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 3 1:02 PM
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Language lifting off to take me67 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 8 1:56 PM
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After the act
of making love46 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 15 12:34 PM. In Writing
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Perhaps you thought
words I work at40 lines, 12 comments, on Aug 10 9:24 AM. In Angst
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