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 Apr 2015
Nat Lipstadt
21 hours ago
received the message below,
from a fellow poet, here,
now somewhat, more disappeared,
resting in the shady quietude of
Elliot's servers

a mere 21 hours ago,
a thunderbolt telegram
of virtual dots and dashes,
well received

she,
whose name
you have forgotten,
even if you knew it back when
and,
I shan't knowingly now reveal...

perhaps if you were
one of the
multiyear variates,  
still here, still seeking
solutions
to the
equations of the
human formulation,
one of the veterans of the
early word wars,
when the line between fellow poet
and human being was full of
invitational openings,
tween those dots and dashes,
we all eagerly entered those places,
crossing over into
those human openings,
making poets into friends,
yes,
if you webbed here back then,
you may have known her too...


21 hours ago -

"there's a reason
I got to know you,
even though that might
sound silly.
In a way,
you saved me
two summers ago..."
~~~~~~

this message,
teaches me to remember
the power of words
supercharged,
be careful what you
write,
you just might save a
soul...

didn't not ken, well enough
the pressurized curve of her bend,
though read all her private journals,
her thesis academic,
her private ascetic analysis
and poems that milked & masked
the angst of a life
really real hard

today
reread,
tried anyway,
two years of messages

could not feign
the pain
unintentionally recovered
while looking for
clues to myself,
this purported savior


all I recall is
a woman near her ends
woman near no means
but knowing the meaning of
the power drink meaning of
"just going on"
that was dug deep in between,
and how we traded poems
for each other,
and I called her,

daughter

but from now on and within,
when I see a message
time stamped
21 hours ago
I'll be
better ready
for the
explosions of myself
21 hours ago
"However long I don't talk - for whatever stupid reason I never have the courage to talk to others when I am lost in my life-- I still think of you and I hope you know that. I still think there's a reason I got to know you, even though that might sound silly. In a way you saved me two summers ago..."
I jumped then changed my mind
 Mar 2015
Third Eye Candy
i keep the squalor of our opulent hearts
in heavenly hovels, and i mushroom harps
in the damp lurch of our fever dream
monastic,

i combine the river with the sea
and swamp the ether of our delicate masquerade.
we don the ribbons of a hag
and scoff the ludicrous
of Sunday.
 Mar 2015
martin
Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you
 Mar 2015
Sarah
Hips like knives
That can cut like heartbreak
 Mar 2015
Paul Hardwick
Summer
times comes
light night
scented head
hardly a breeze
I can feel it
all covered
in green
I
walk my way
HOME
summer thrills
gives hope to
the heart
and when
when
I
am with you
just want
people
to
leaveusalone.
True Story       :-)       P@ul.
 Mar 2015
The Noose
When she loves
She loves savagely
The man became God
Unalterable ardour
Not of this realm
Her soul.
 Mar 2015
R
not everything is about *you
but good thing you have someone as far up your *** as you are up his own. just like someone told me last night "they are perfect for each others egos and ******-ness, let them burn together" and at this point, i completely agree.
 Mar 2015
Terry Collett
How are things
on your side
of the fence or curtain,
my son?

I think of you
quite often
as well you know
I guess.

Do you visit me
as I sleep or sit
at my PC
tapping in my words
and you stand there
as you used to do
gazing over
my shoulder
with your silent presence?

When I visit your grave
to bring flowers
or stand and talk
are you there
as I stand and stare?

I think your are
and when I walk away
back along the path
between graves
having sighed
and secretly cried
I imagine you
walking there
by my side.
A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.
 Mar 2015
jeffrey robin
i
i

See you there                              

//             //

                                                              (  I see you there  )

:::
--------
--------
:::

Well the story lies open
Broken in the
                                                     Sand

We surely can see



How  is it we claim
                                             We do not understand

What's going on              ??

//

      Playin love games born of the fantacy

That we WON'T Die

Livin this way

••

( This way ! )                                      
                                             ••

Come let's WALK ON THE WATER
This very afternoon

Bring your sister and your brother
Your father and mother too

Bring all your lovers
Bring all your friends

Bring us all together

And put the Lie of the World

To its Final End

//

//

Love is ONLY KNOWING

full and totally

All of everybody

ALL HOPE AND DREAMS

••

••

i

i
                                                            see you

i

i see you

Yes

Yes I really do
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