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 Nov 2015 jaz
Carl Sandburg
Aztec
 Nov 2015 jaz
Carl Sandburg
You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Saying good-by to an even river.

And I said, you remember,
Those fore-arms of yours
Were finer than bronzes
And you were glad.

                    It was tears
And a path west
          and a home-going
          when I asked
Why there were scars of worn gold
Where a man's ring was fixed once
On your third finger.
                    And I call you
To come back
          before the days are longer.
 Nov 2015 jaz
r
Blue chalk poems
 Nov 2015 jaz
r
I was ten when
I got caught stealing
blue chalk from the pool hall.

My daddy wore me out
with a black leather belt.

He said *What'd I tell you
about writing sad poems
on the back of the stones
at the orphan's graveyard?
Where's your lady?
asked the chimpanzee
the bear looked askance

the tiger growled
zebras rolled
macaws looked in trance.

Where's she
your lady pretty
queried the lone rhino

it's not good
this solitude
roared the lion with raised eyebrow.

Did you lose your way
this November day
when the sky's blazing blue

this fair weather
you aren't together
how come asked the shrew.

Your face it shows
shouted hippos
this fine day of November

boars did grunt
scowled elephant
you're lost without her.

They were so true
alone at the zoo
emptiness surrounded me

daylight though gold
sky blue bold
I roamed unhappily.
 Nov 2015 jaz
Ashley Nicole
She assured me
That she knew her limit,
But it didn't take long
Until she drank herself
Into total oblivion
Out cold on the floor
With dried tears on her cheeks.
She tries to drown
Her demons in *****
But she tends to forget
That alcohol ...
Only makes them stronger.
Every time we drink together, it turns out this way...
 Nov 2015 jaz
IrieSide
To the Meek
 Nov 2015 jaz
IrieSide
Those who suffer seem more real
than those who don't
She told me she loves the sunshine
 Nov 2015 jaz
J Valle
Dreaming
 Nov 2015 jaz
J Valle
There is no need
To remember my dreams
I know what they are all about
Your taste lingers in my mouth
Long after I woke.

The swolen feeling in my chest
Is all I need to know
Another night has passed
I have been dreaming of you
Once again.

When I was able to remeber
Those dreams of november
I dreaded the time to sleep.

Now that all that I have
Is the dark feeling of
A forgotten dream.
 Oct 2015 jaz
Corset
How could the mountains
forget
the ground beneath them

or the clouds deny
the sky

we bear this mark
this Galactic conception
and yet
we become fictional

a small etch
of understanding

nonexistent sketch
in the dredge pituitary

a one
dimensional edge
we watch like
a picture
show

existentialist
and it's fiery
seed

shooting it's
burning flames into
the black womb
soon to die
or birth a moon,

the candle is the soul
it is intent
that keeps it lit,

it is our lack of
immaculate
perception
that pulls it apart

Roche's limit
yearning
to string pearls
around heavenly
bodies
as
charisma reaches
to embrace
a burning,
and I see fire.
 Oct 2015 jaz
stelle s
Untitled
 Oct 2015 jaz
stelle s
hold on to what keeps you alive and on this planet
gravity is a constant but your sadness is not
 Oct 2015 jaz
IrieSide
Glass
 Oct 2015 jaz
IrieSide
The beauty in your eyes
erupts as volcanos
vomiting oil paints
into moonlit darkness
Be yourself and trust that who you are is sufficient and beautiful, you have beauty to offer the world, and i'd like to see it live. **** the restrictions
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