BCJaime - Hello Poetry

I remember gravel crunching under feet, sun beating down a sea of heads. At a booth, we were offered advice on cleaning products and chamois. We walked passed fake gardens, pet prized-winning sheep, soared overhead on the sky tram. My parents bought me a pickle from the pickle man. Large, juicy, plump, thick, delectable... My tiny hands wrapped around it; my lips ******* delicious juice, nibbling meaty flesh. When they’d take it away, I’d throw a fit; cry. ___They should’ve known then.___

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC

Pickle

I remember gravel crunching under feet, sun beating down a sea of heads. At a booth, we were offered advice on cleaning products and chamois. We walked passed fake gardens, pet prized-winning sheep, soared overhead on the sky tram. My parents bought me a pickle from the pickle man. Large, juicy, plump, thick, delectable... My tiny hands wrapped around it; my lips ******* delicious juice, nibbling meaty flesh. When they’d take it away, I’d throw a fit; cry. ___They should’ve known then.___

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the cats do not purr the dogs have fallen silent... cell phone ___RINGS___ --its you!

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC

Suburban Haiku #10

the cats do not purr the dogs have fallen silent... cell phone ___RINGS___ --its you!

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the night brings with its glittering sky cricket choir lightning bug The light breeze wakes the sleeping palm the orb weaver spins its lacework A cat sits tail wrapped sniffing the dew of the night-blooming jasmine In the center eyes closed deep breath in slow breath out legs one under the other hands to the side eye open He soars above the chirping chorus the solitary cat above the weaver Over the palm with the lightning bug the scent of jasmine ignites his aura He is one with the stars He soars Free

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC

There is a peace

the night brings with its glittering sky cricket choir lightning bug The light breeze wakes the sleeping palm the orb weaver spins its lacework A cat sits tail wrapped sniffing the dew of the night-blooming jasmine In the center eyes closed deep breath in slow breath out legs one under the other hands to the side eye open He soars above the chirping chorus the solitary cat above the weaver Over the palm with the lightning bug the scent of jasmine ignites his aura He is one with the stars He soars Free

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_(for my brother, Jason)_ I couldn't ride a bike until I was eleven. It was then my little brother hijacked my dusty BMX, racing down the hill. Not to be out done, I learned to ride soon after. I've been able to ride a bike since I was eleven. Seeing my brother race down the hill like effortless lightning, gave me the courage to ride like him...like wind.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

Training Wheels

_(for my brother, Jason)_ I couldn't ride a bike until I was eleven. It was then my little brother hijacked my dusty BMX, racing down the hill. Not to be out done, I learned to ride soon after. I've been able to ride a bike since I was eleven. Seeing my brother race down the hill like effortless lightning, gave me the courage to ride like him...like wind.

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he was a tambourine _cling-cling-cling_ competing with the guitar, _strrr...uuummm..._ bass, _puuu-waaa...ssh!_ and drums _BO...o...Om!_ In the orchestra he was the conductor's baton _swish-swish-swish_ drowned out by the oboe _BRRR...Rooo..._ cello _teener-neener-teen_ violin _Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._ When he went solo he was a harp _bling-bling-bling-bling..._ graceful, delicate _tling-ling-ring-bling..._ his strings plucked _pling-pling-pling-pling_ by angels

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC

In the Band

he was a tambourine _cling-cling-cling_ competing with the guitar, _strrr...uuummm..._ bass, _puuu-waaa...ssh!_ and drums _BO...o...Om!_ In the orchestra he was the conductor's baton _swish-swish-swish_ drowned out by the oboe _BRRR...Rooo..._ cello _teener-neener-teen_ violin _Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._ When he went solo he was a harp _bling-bling-bling-bling..._ graceful, delicate _tling-ling-ring-bling..._ his strings plucked _pling-pling-pling-pling_ by angels

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was all he needed to make the sickness go away two a day two times three is six large white monstrosities made his muscles burn back ache, legs cramp side effects took hold and anxiety waiting for blood tests and bowel movements his fingernails grew as did his beard he tossed, turned insomnia invaded he woke up on day four looked in the mirror peeling around his eyes tingling on the skin discomfort in the gut he massaged his belly six little pills and not one had worked

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC

Six Pills

was all he needed to make the sickness go away two a day two times three is six large white monstrosities made his muscles burn back ache, legs cramp side effects took hold and anxiety waiting for blood tests and bowel movements his fingernails grew as did his beard he tossed, turned insomnia invaded he woke up on day four looked in the mirror peeling around his eyes tingling on the skin discomfort in the gut he massaged his belly six little pills and not one had worked

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I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC

Gone

I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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as the light went out a stirring a fluttering gone the day a strange dream the night wished to communicate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here:

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC

REM

as the light went out a stirring a fluttering gone the day a strange dream the night wished to communicate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here:

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the lovely vapour around me foliage trees sanctuary among the tall grass the breath of universal love sustains us an eternity of bliss heaven and earth in my soul [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

Sanctuary

the lovely vapour around me foliage trees sanctuary among the tall grass the breath of universal love sustains us an eternity of bliss heaven and earth in my soul [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]

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myself new words new meanings overtones words thought vast unkown fertile territories waiting to cultivate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf7P0NRB7VX/]

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC

I Am Writing

myself new words new meanings overtones words thought vast unkown fertile territories waiting to cultivate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf7P0NRB7VX/]

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