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 Aug 2016
Rainey Birthwright
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Was I not real, tenderly with you?
All my love wrapped in new flower
As you held me, so were you held
And the spring was a bloom dower.

Did we not paint some finer picture,
You and I amid sweet dawning sun,
I make no stories up, nor any later
We were one perfect plateau above.

You my lad, I dreamed feverish true,
Real as dearest, deathly delusions,
Sweet as any meadow which sings
You my lad, I made up a true vision.
 Aug 2016
Mike Hauser
Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still the king

With a planet full of women
Big, short, skinny, long and tall
Brunette, red head, black and brown
Don't worry guys, there's plenty of blonds

Most men would call it heaven
And give their right arm as a witness
Flying there at any cost
Which brings me back to Elvis

You see Elvis was never much keen on
All of that fortune and fame
He did it all with a purpose
Allow me here to explain

Being a shy kid from the country
For entertainment he'd read comic books
Read one once about the Women of Venus
And that right there was all that it took

He borrowed an old beat up guitar
Figured he could make a few bucks
He'd build a rocket ship out in the barn
And leave on the day it was ready to launch

But alas fame and fortune took him by storm
As his music and charm did us
Being caught up in it all for years to come
He'd just have to wait for his trip to Venus

Of course over time it got overwhelming
As his mind ventured back to the ship
Down on the farm still hold up in the barn
The only solution...fake his own death

And that's where today you'll find him
Viva Las Venus my friend
Elvis in a world of women
Where he still reigns as king
39 years ago today the world went into shock over hearing the news about the tragic death of Elvis...but we know the truth don't we.
 Aug 2016
Rainey Birthwright
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Alive as a stone is cold, frozen,
Unmoved as drying statuary -
No blood was running in my veins,
No song was sung behind my brain.

Was I black as rock in wintry shroud?
Was I a phantasm that caught your eye?
My ends were sewn, threaded with hands,
That room, with you, was clothed in dream.

And I slept in a loft that chastened all airs,
I lived in a box which you buried out there,
Out in the hollows of the winds and rains,
I fear I was dead, before we became.
 Aug 2016
beth fwoah dream
the etching of
reflection in a china bowl
full of water,
our love
uncovering tiny silver
stars on the horizon.
 Aug 2016
Aditi
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Touch her
as the snow falls
and watch who first melts,
Her or the snow flakes,
That land in your palm

Kiss her
while the storm rages on
And see what gets undone first
Her or, the looming destruction

Lay next to her,
While the darkness sweeps over
And watch what lights your heart better
Her smile or, the million scattered stars.
Whatever the **** this is
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