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 May 2012 Jenn Gardner
BB Tyler
with death and ***
I am obsessed

the lift of chest
the wait for rest,
the motion between
the trough and the crest
 Mar 2012 Jenn Gardner
BB Tyler
we beasts
meeting in streets
weave like streams to the sea

a great happening!
an outward wave of motion
like the expanding chest of a giant
sighs
and stirs the current with gusto,
the turbulence is rapture in ecstasy,
breathing like trees through their leaves,
we beasts,
set free.

creeping uncertainty
as the circle slows
in a yawned moment
or a sneeze.
and the breeze is  
stiff,
fixed with fits of static bits,
until the ellipse is realized,
and the giant sighs,
and the wheel flies!

look to the skies!
the heart is beating!
close now your eyes,
the this is fleeting,
as we beasts,
meeting in streets,
weave like streams to the sea.
I crept up to the rocking chair
Perched beside my bedroom door,
Pressed my ear up to the wood
Waiting for daddy's snores,

Silence in heaps,
Between discounted sheep,
Blared into the darkness,

Until, an eye-squeezing roar
Shook the entire first floor,
Following my tiptoes across the carpet.

Down the hall and to the left
And quickly up the stairs

(Swiftly, I went
In my flighty ascent -
Should goblins follow,
Me - unawares),

I burst into the attic
Heart naively in panic -
Back evened with the sturdy door,

The attic, at last!
The window ahead,
And beyond it,
I could only imagine.

--

Daddy told me once,
From behind billows of smoke,
That the more I dreamt
The more things awoke,

I dreamt of a dragon
In bed that night,
So, with the stars, up high
Should be a dragon in flight,

I threw open the curtains,
Soul, a wish-filled flagon,
Breath held tight
To behold my...lizard?

--

An itty bitty
Teeny weeny
Green,

(and somewhat, brownish)

Thing,

Crawled across
My window sill
Lacking all his
Dragon things,

His dragon hue,
And dragon size,
Everything
Dragon-wise,

I plopped down to
The floor beneath
The window,
And I took a seat,

I watched that little
Dragonette -
Slowly trying
To just forget,

The dragon I had come to see
Hadn't cared enough to come see me,

Then that lizard did a crazy thing -
Popped up his head -
Showin' a big pink thing!

I wasn't sure what sounds lizards made
So, I moved up close
('cause I wasn't afraid!)

Eye to eye,
I leaned in close,
Then that thing jumped forward
And bit my nose!

...

*I'm pretty sure he liked me.
Behind the eclipsing moon, came a dragoness.
Written for the daughter of a friend.

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
In the world upstairs
Are walls as veils,
Balleting in
Inner winds.

Shadows criss-cross
The songs
That trudge
From throngs
Of masses
Running around,
In chaos
That sneaks over -
Guised in cloaks
That rival its
Counterpart.
Clue 1/3 for "Nails Hairier than Hair."
So, there shall be three clues!
They will get progressively easier.

I love games, so I would like to make this one, if you guys don't mind.
If you think you've figured the poem out, message your answer, as to not end the game for anyone else who may want to keep guessing!
That way, also, we can have more than one person claim the answer.

You guys are too smart, so I'm tryin' with all of my little might to "not" make this too TOO easy.
But, I want it to be fun.
^ ^

© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
As we inter-loop,
we tend to find a small group.
Clinging to who will listen,
Just to seem like we glisten.
But what if you take yourself away,
Find peace of mind to convey.
You may find more in yourself
Then you will in themselves.
While most seem to follow trends
Take some time to make amends
With any obscurities in your head
And break through the unsaid.
Peace can be found in the smallest crack
Just open your eyes and fade out the black.
Once you found you.
Find someone who's not see through,
And live!
I dreamed of you
again,
a  longer dream,
(if you will)
a full feature,

I must admit however,
there wasn't much of a story,
we didn't even talk

and this time you weren't just
the one liner extra either,
you were the leading man.

It was just you
and me wanting
to talk
yet avoiding
a meeting,

It was just you and me
staring
at each other
from afar,

it was just
you and me
hiding behind our
friends, hating
yet somehow wanting their
teasing.

basically,

it was a reflection of you
and me
in reality or rather
perhaps
of you
and me

in the past

because at present
i don't even see
you
anymore.

— The End —