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 Mar 2013 Harlow
Wedyan AlMadani
Crash into me
with the fury of the waves
of a wild sea that drowns
the whole town
and the wrath of the flames
of a volcano that lights up
the night skies
 Mar 2013 Harlow
Jene'e Patitucci
if I wasn't on beer three
you know I'd write something pretty,
and dark, and sad, like you and me,
'bout how "The One" is no longer thee
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
 Feb 2013 Harlow
Seán Mac Falls
Her fine hands are gentle
With lithe and spiny fingers
Of bone and fin.

Her eyes are opal,
Essence of emerald and topaz,
A hoard of treasure.

Her hair is sea gathering
And dances in the blue currents
Deadly as the sea snake.

Her skin is coral,
Made of mineral and sorcery,
A fatal beacon.

Her lips are urchin,
Set in a whirlpool of face,
A spiral of doom.

Her voice is dream,
Rocking the lost wrecked ships,
Ground into sand.

Her long tail is fable
Of paradise, beyond faraway seas,
Cyclones and waves.
 Feb 2013 Harlow
PokerPoet
without you, I see forms
with you, I see a face

without you, I see a line
with you, I see a circle

without you, I see a shade
with you, I see the color

without you, my diaphragm moves
with you, I breathe


without you, I see a flicker
with you, I see the stars


without you, I eat
with you, I savor

without you, I lie down
alone with my demons
I stare at a point on the ceiling
I imagine your head
resting on my diaphragm
and moving slowly
as I breathe
 Feb 2013 Harlow
BarelyABard
You might not believe what I have to say,
but...
I learned to fly the other day.
I stuck my tongue at the ground,
then jumped but didn't seem to fall down.
The wind caught my body and flew me so high
far away into the vast endless blue of the sky
and the clouds told me jokes
about small earthy folks
then giggled and waved me a smiling goodbye.
I flew to Brazil, I flew to Japan,
feeling so weightless,
feeling so grand...
But slowly and surely
my loneliness grew,
and I longed to smell grass
and the fresh morning dew.
I must admit I missed taking a stand
with my brothers and lovers.
the immortal "man".
So I started to gently float back down to the trees,
to far away lights,
and pizza covered with cheese.
Now I'm back home with my family and friends.

Oh wait, you want to learn how to fly?
Well... just give me your hand.


(By the way, I just wanted to say that I hope anyone and everyone reading  this is feeling like a total and complete awesome bad *** today because, well, you are. End of story)

(Hands you a taco and gives you a hug)
 Feb 2013 Harlow
DieingEmbers
My mouth lies
where your lips laid
whispering my pain
to soft brocade

lace edged with tears
and furrowed brow
I wonder who
shares your dreams now

embroided hearts
taste of your kiss
pray tell me how
it came to this
These last two are just poems I'm fine honestly
 Feb 2013 Harlow
N23
As if
 Feb 2013 Harlow
N23
at any moment the reality that I have spent my life creating
will collapse into a thousand pieces, blanketing the ground
in fragments (of desires
that have lulled me to sleep at night with the hum of half-formed expectations)
only to be replaced with an undefinable hybrid emotion;

equal parts loss and anticipation.

I find my words inappropriately, overwhelmingly, unequivocally
inadequate
to describe something that could mean
everything &(or) nothing at all.

This is the way that you make me feel.
 Feb 2013 Harlow
BarelyABard
Through eyes of red and thoughts of green
there's always more that can be seen.
Within the word of poet thieves,
that break the windows,
steal the keys,
you
choose
to make your own decrees.
A man is more than just a man
and space is full of more than sand...
But who will lend a helping hand
when eyes are closed across this land..?

I think your job may be the chain
in which you build your own domain.
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