virginie-guillemette - Hello Poetry

Sweet take a peek white beneath caramel spongy spreadable peep sugar sweet pixie treat lick the center preserv-ed member it's true. but it's not good for you.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC

*******

Sweet take a peek white beneath caramel spongy spreadable peep sugar sweet pixie treat lick the center preserv-ed member it's true. but it's not good for you.

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A reflection on his rippled crest The Moon lays lightly down upon his chest she answers him Paris, on the Jersey shore distance like Helene lore Will your ship sail to her then? Harrowing Hectors have sent their horses before and she'll have no more. he is an ocean still silent blue passion, like undercurrents striking him through she would sail over him, in her craft fragile like a paper boat a waxen heart temple afloat to catch currents in her shafts her siren call is piercing shrill the ocean then bends to her will and then, in waves as oceans do it saturates and wets her through and if cleansed, then stripped bare and bathed in moonlight kiss... if she hides it is because she wanes in waxing love and to give her silver light she must appear at night spin coptering fall a nocturnal dance in poem's thrall Look up! she sees him now he wants to catch the moon, somehow she hides in the sun when night is done but she kisses his face at night kisses it with Lunar light the curve of her crescent heavy present. in his hands he can sense the moon has no defense.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC

Putting the Moon In Your Pocket

A reflection on his rippled crest The Moon lays lightly down upon his chest she answers him Paris, on the Jersey shore distance like Helene lore Will your ship sail to her then? Harrowing Hectors have sent their horses before and she'll have no more. he is an ocean still silent blue passion, like undercurrents striking him through she would sail over him, in her craft fragile like a paper boat a waxen heart temple afloat to catch currents in her shafts her siren call is piercing shrill the ocean then bends to her will and then, in waves as oceans do it saturates and wets her through and if cleansed, then stripped bare and bathed in moonlight kiss... if she hides it is because she wanes in waxing love and to give her silver light she must appear at night spin coptering fall a nocturnal dance in poem's thrall Look up! she sees him now he wants to catch the moon, somehow she hides in the sun when night is done but she kisses his face at night kisses it with Lunar light the curve of her crescent heavy present. in his hands he can sense the moon has no defense.

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I know better than to test you Cosmic Man You read between the lines just fine but can you really read this mind? If so, you know what I keep in there stark bare not even a chair or seat or a throne to call your Emperial Home Creations are a ***** I know and we don't catch on. Man has always been slow. But if you condemn me, then remember who made me Save a place for me at your Judgement Show Front row, when it's my time to go If you're there, that is, then this game is rigged and I, no hope to win... condemned to sin... Well... and I'm sure it sticks in your craw sometimes to know how lovely to see how fine how it can feel Divine to sin in kind.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC

Pater Nostra

I know better than to test you Cosmic Man You read between the lines just fine but can you really read this mind? If so, you know what I keep in there stark bare not even a chair or seat or a throne to call your Emperial Home Creations are a ***** I know and we don't catch on. Man has always been slow. But if you condemn me, then remember who made me Save a place for me at your Judgement Show Front row, when it's my time to go If you're there, that is, then this game is rigged and I, no hope to win... condemned to sin... Well... and I'm sure it sticks in your craw sometimes to know how lovely to see how fine how it can feel Divine to sin in kind.

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Hard walled and White ON GUARD against errant beams of light, my cubicle is half my home but at night. Memo to Self, in Memorandum a small death everyday to be slave in return for pay work, ALL work and no play. and all the dull boys Jacks on their hills work and work to pay the bills to buy all the right toys hope to play with the big boys. and I sit quiet in a box I make no noise. 'shhhhhhhhhh' my machines hum and whisper they say 'don't worry sister... you won't go far'.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC

On Being In Boxes

Hard walled and White ON GUARD against errant beams of light, my cubicle is half my home but at night. Memo to Self, in Memorandum a small death everyday to be slave in return for pay work, ALL work and no play. and all the dull boys Jacks on their hills work and work to pay the bills to buy all the right toys hope to play with the big boys. and I sit quiet in a box I make no noise. 'shhhhhhhhhh' my machines hum and whisper they say 'don't worry sister... you won't go far'.

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I am afraid of your ghost hiding behind smiles and stares hiding everywhere. I am afraid, it's true and in a sense I guess I was afraid of you. In my mind the knife the cut the swipe the ****** wipe. boo! Giest Liebe darling Does my ghost frighten you?

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

Giest Liebe

I am afraid of your ghost hiding behind smiles and stares hiding everywhere. I am afraid, it's true and in a sense I guess I was afraid of you. In my mind the knife the cut the swipe the ****** wipe. boo! Giest Liebe darling Does my ghost frighten you?

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I've uncovered you. discovered the secret room in which you've tossed your little boy fears and joys and lust and loss the shark tank of the subconscious mind in which your primal fish brain circles circles. a son A Sun (Yes, I see that, too) and The Mother that holds your hand, and one one for every age -- a breast to quiet every whimper or rage. the quiet confidence of knowing the world was built for you just for you and all around is your potential reality unfolding fourth dimensional iterations like collector cards cowboypolicemankingsoldierboss Employee of the Month Nobel Prize Winner... ...PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! Welcome home and here's your dinner. All of it jumbled stacked precariously among the love and lust and momentum of moving from boy into man and how glorious. You said to me "There is more than one way to look at it." I said, Indeed.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC

Apollo

I've uncovered you. discovered the secret room in which you've tossed your little boy fears and joys and lust and loss the shark tank of the subconscious mind in which your primal fish brain circles circles. a son A Sun (Yes, I see that, too) and The Mother that holds your hand, and one one for every age -- a breast to quiet every whimper or rage. the quiet confidence of knowing the world was built for you just for you and all around is your potential reality unfolding fourth dimensional iterations like collector cards cowboypolicemankingsoldierboss Employee of the Month Nobel Prize Winner... ...PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! Welcome home and here's your dinner. All of it jumbled stacked precariously among the love and lust and momentum of moving from boy into man and how glorious. You said to me "There is more than one way to look at it." I said, Indeed.

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When she would call, I'd consult the tea leaves (was fresh out of aviary livers) cross fingers smile with my words and brace for... ..well, one never knew what was coming.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

SMother

When she would call, I'd consult the tea leaves (was fresh out of aviary livers) cross fingers smile with my words and brace for... ..well, one never knew what was coming.

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We watched from our corners from afar a separating expanse, the static of our own insecurities. I was too lofty... you, unreachable. The both of us feeling something lost.

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC

Silent Boys Are Best

We watched from our corners from afar a separating expanse, the static of our own insecurities. I was too lofty... you, unreachable. The both of us feeling something lost.

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purveyors of manufactured kitsch reminiscent of plaster wall pool hall pastime bulls eye plastered America’s got stars stripes corncob pipes in straight lines and circles within circles within I’s Jasper laid himself down on the plains of canvas in perpetual concentrics perpetuating eccentric eclectic economics of subcutaneous pricetag politics. bull’s eyes on the prize of a new American dream a dream deferred and defined in straight and curved lines.

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC

Jasper Johns

purveyors of manufactured kitsch reminiscent of plaster wall pool hall pastime bulls eye plastered America’s got stars stripes corncob pipes in straight lines and circles within circles within I’s Jasper laid himself down on the plains of canvas in perpetual concentrics perpetuating eccentric eclectic economics of subcutaneous pricetag politics. bull’s eyes on the prize of a new American dream a dream deferred and defined in straight and curved lines.

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Precarious eggs on crooked roads that lead from The clavicle cleft of triangle bends and breaks Into flesh. Weighty heads toppling over from Too much weeping against war Melancholy Amadeo mustered from angles and refracted light The rose blossoms of a youthful cheek And from cheek to chin, sharp angles reflecting fractal transformations Triangle Egg Snake The sinewy curve of a young woman’s Nape And ever so subtle blushes on ***** and face How do shadows fall So subtly?

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC

Modigliani

Precarious eggs on crooked roads that lead from The clavicle cleft of triangle bends and breaks Into flesh. Weighty heads toppling over from Too much weeping against war Melancholy Amadeo mustered from angles and refracted light The rose blossoms of a youthful cheek And from cheek to chin, sharp angles reflecting fractal transformations Triangle Egg Snake The sinewy curve of a young woman’s Nape And ever so subtle blushes on ***** and face How do shadows fall So subtly?

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