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ordinary
     this day.
It began at
      Daybreak
Going on as
        They all do
With rising temperatures
            And clouds
And birds
        Trees a highway
Cut straight
            Through,
But in the middle
       Of this day
Came, once
            Upon a time
Like the plush
     Soft of a woman's
Breast and thigh
        An entrance of
A sort, a gateway
     Velour, wet,
Plush, only a man
Could know
       How velvet it became
As the river ran,
     Skies opened up

Heavens angels
             Sang.
And the rain
   It came
Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow
Then
The sun rose
On another day
On the cherry tree blossoming
Away. And the redbirds on limbs
Happier than larks and
A lone man on the porch
Just sitting giving thanks
Breathing deep sighing
A memory perhaps of days
Gone by and the blossoms smelling
Like they did and the sun bright as then and his breath just as breathless
As when he was younger
As sure her eyes were azure
Pure as emeralds held tightly close. And his eyes closed
He knew she was
The only gem precious
Left in this world.
Heated
Baths of liquid gold on
Skins of alabaster cold
Were the touches
Of her hand
On his body
In his soul
The seismic worth I try to shake to be like an earth shattering ******* ring
On the hooves of a stampede or the deafening of the highest cascade of water over a breach but come across more like a meek mouse peep in a corner with a large danged cat hovering over then I get a bit brave naive cower no more and type into a poem with no escape or norm visible and words flow out like I'm be-deviled as I back to the wall say to hell with it all and bark like a big ******* dog
Can you tell me please,
Who the **** finds it a breeze
To scan poems in several identities
Just to minus all the
Comments?
Wow;Eliot has sure sold out
A work of charity give money we'll
Stay free. And the phone app is coming
"Who runs the site?
Ah, this is where I introduce myself. Ahem, hello, my name is Eliot York. I built the site in the wee hours of many hot summer nights in 2009. Though the site has changed a lot since then, I'm still working on it part-time and it's intention is exactly the same: to create an online space for poetry that is, as much as humanly possible, 1) open to the dark 2) glowing with light, and 3) run with money but not for money. How're we doing?"  Which never did and now I try to scroll and get a blank screen. Guess someone offered enough to make his work for us turn into a marketable scheme. Guess the rent went up. In the big city, York
Ever just find a vein and push
And it may or may not make you puke
Or it might make you calm as any
Mediterranean island all
Pineapples free and coconuts
Dark skinned virgins for the taking
Pigs apple mouthed grinning
Time as free as the wind,
Or me, I did once, perhaps the wrong blue snake stuck out I poked and it bit me, becoming belacose irritably insane deranged I belted out
The only song I know by heart.
" I want to Rock and Roll
All night!  
And party every day"

It went on


And on
Same words


Endless

But

I think I danced
Dont remember
Sip
And so, amazingly
The sky stays blue
Sun blazing,  the world
Spins round on axis
Dizzying all us hanging
On by threads of hope
Dangling
Thoroughly spent
Dead tired worn out
Like a load of wash Saturday
Night, put in wet
Out dry perhaps but
Natural is not that.
I take another
Sip
Keepsake memories like last Autumns
Leaves are colored red vibrant
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