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 Mar 2013 Patricia Drake
Higgs
It was a lie.

But it made me feel
Slightly better about my life

As I stood there
Alone

Waiting for the ping.
Sir can I help you?
Id like a suit
What size are you
A 30 waist a 40 jacket
The salesman smiles
He's seen your podge
Of to the till wit a 34 waist
A 42 jacket and a red face
At least your gut isnt hanging out
Join the Gym and sort it out!
Determined petals
Pierce the snow,
Refusing to wait.
Shades of violet,
Red, then yellow;
Mocking folded crepe paper,
On white marble floors
Advancing to overtake the scene;
An insurgent force,
So lithe, so pure.

Conquering in swaths,
With delicate bravado,
As if  to challenge
The old mans icy grip,
While placating senses
Of the observant few;
Such a display
Of resistance,
To winter's rule

Now, slowly waning;
As the moments nigh,
But will return once again,
To defy a February's
Cruelty.
Even with record snow fall they can't be stoped.
I wrote this for you,
but don't be disappointed
when you realize
that it's quite
anticlimactic.
Prevailing Walls

Hearts of silver words of gold,
over and over your stories are told,
liar; liar, they’re getting old!
I seal your words and sew your smiles,
put it down darling on my skin you file.

Blood runs black,
but remember this, darling, the weak always come back,
the shallow always floods deep,
and the angry will so and so cry a lonely weep.

Everyone has problems but a few we all hide,
protecting brick walls in this solitary mind,
burying our encased hollow pride,
Within the lonely depths of this embodied mind.

So, lay down this body back to sleep,
put a record on track and repeat,
Blissful music the beats reveal,
Absconding harlot the details prevail,
I’ll see you, sinner, in the depths of hell!
Two for two,
one for all!

You’ve lived in luxury behind a thin wall,
cascading down in wallpaper flesh,
smoke behind the mirrors; bottles of lies,
medicine cabinet of issues we cry.

Blinded down looking up for glory,
behind every broken person lies a true story,
restore your faith and free your soul,
only god can make you whole.

-Tammy Cusick
On "Two for two, One for all!" I'm using a bit of theology. Challenge is point out what it may be?
Classical music and art
made dumb
by
the poets words
How many men walked upon the moon
Who invented the telescope
Who rode the niagra falls
Who split the atom
Who invented dynamite
What's the square root of infinity
Who's god
Stop asking questions
Poetry
Poetry is…
wonderful
enchanting
beautiful
moody
just like a woman
(at least like a woman
a few days out of the month)

Poems…
take out the vowels and you have
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1994
Tap
    the thesaurus
lightly
    so the poem
ripples
    into place
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