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King Panda Jul 2017
I fear.
I fission.
I flow.
like a sponge,
I become aqueous
when wiping blood or saliva.
like a finger, I lose myself in rings of prints.

I am the ography
of space loosely tied to the
end of a carrot. detach me from
ice and I float to the other side of the island.
I wave at ships passing night or day, captains
drunk or sober, buoys clean or covered in mucky ****.

save me.
I am losing my
mind on these stairs
crawling the ceiling, these
riches made of paper, these children
using liters of glue to stick themselves to
each other.

everyone is stuck.
everyone is covered in barnacles.
everyone is design on my pine tree’s needled hooves.

*a horse gallops four at a time. they name it “power” for the dreams it has of stormy women.
Mary Gay Kearns Aug 2018
The magnolia sways in front of leaded lights
And I lay here thinking that all this beauty
Is all that there is or ever will be, a sanctuary
Where nature blossoms and is freshly laden.
But we are fallen like the dragonfly on wing
Hoovering, waiting for another knat to ****.

And as the carnivores devour their pray, daily
The human species, ruthlessly, turns over good
For another slice of the apple pie and so repeats
A cycle of never ending temptation baring thorn
With sadness I realise that I too wronged beauty
So mistaken in my haste for happiness and joy.

Love Mary **
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
I search for some decor
to pretty up my house
A headboard, some dead boards
or maybe a couch?

The said so to do it
on public TV
my kitchens not pretty
as pretty as can be

But what will the neighbors
think of my design?
they'll report to the magazine
that it's beautiful and sublime!

Some ship lap, some sconces
all wrapped in a bow
i will trend till tomorrow
then die all alone

Rip it all down
Says Chip and Joanna
They are more popular
Than Hanna Montanna

They live on a ranch
an take millions to make
a spectacular suprise
for a couple to take

We all laugh an cheer
at Chip's child like antics
Which makes great TV
as Joanna gets Frantic!

Do Chip and Joanna really
care about you?
As long as the station
gets ten million views

They tell us to fix it
even though it's not broken
go shop till you drop
and spend every token

Buy that cool sign
made from cheap yellow plastic
The richer get richer
but, our wall looks fantastic!

Do not give in
to the big corporate greed
there are sick, hungry people
and starving mouths to feed

so every cent spent
on the corporate wealth
helps the richer get richer
and we go to stealth

Wake up and see vanity
is causing distress
don't give in to pressure
of this corporate mess!
Jesse stillwater Mar 2018
A pair of lily white wings
   dangling in the dappled moonlight esprit;
hang entangled as silken spider web
   draped in the sweet Magnolia tree

From beneath there was no way of knowing
   why a pair of abandoned wings lodge mislaid
One could not help but wonder how high
   one might fly with cherub wings

But these callused feet tread far below the treetops
   too high up from roots to climb
No telltale tiptoe prints cavort to be the talebearer
   No feathered traces scattered all around

A hearken say, tickle-footed as a ladybug,
   hold forth in a breeze brushed ear
Not completely undoubtable heed spoken;
   a language bestow from another ether
softly breathe a whisper'd sigh:

"Behold the wings of a fallen angel;
   uplifted by love's amazing grace
Lost alone in a moonstruck blindness
   an angel flying too close
           to the ground


            08 March 2018
Keith Mitchell Nov 2018
pub magnolia
Friday night thoughts
remembering the dish
still dreaming of
savory eggs benedict
too many moons to count
the vibe
remains free
spirited bliss
fires raging here there
smoke is ******* **** up
IPA is tasty
sausage is spot on
smiths playing
forgetting the turmoil
air is so fresh now
young goddess
pan out
smart girl
so wonderfully pretty
the Cure love cats
classic moment in time
so fond of your smile
shine on
precious gift
Experimenting while having a drink and bite... the fun part was letting the young goddess read it as I was walking out. Poetry is one Love
mariamme Mar 2018
the stars glitter, a reflection
of the dark of the pond below our dangling toes,
like a portal to new spaces,
new freedom
we thought we’d never reach.
openness, honesty,
i cherish these between us,
and let it blossom like the flowers,
heavy laden on the magnolia tree out back,
where your dad had his garage
and your mom used to whistle, hanging laundry
on long summer days.
like the field between our houses,
open like my eyes when we played hide & seek.
you knew i was a cheater from the start.
redemption is purity
like the waters on the surface of our star-speckled pond.
Bella Nov 2018
Sometimes I forget what my own name sounds like
it gets lost in the haystack of other things
and sometimes I remember what crunched leaves sounds like
and it makes me cry
because sometimes
no all the time
my life and I are in a never-ending race and it's so far ahead of me I can't even see it anymore

but when I think back to when my shadow was as slow as I was
to when no one moved any faster than the Breeze
the rattling of leaves was the only song I Knew
when our feet left memories in the ground as we ran
and the tree bark hung on to every moment
training our fingertips to long for its skin

Sometimes I get the whiff of Magnolia leaves
And it makes me cry
Because sometimes
no all the time
I miss the Summers when no one owned us but the trees
and we belonged to each other
and the wind whispered my name
and I never forgot what it sounded like
and I never lost track of my shadow
and the wind... whispered my name
Mike Hauser Dec 2018
She's a pure Southern girl
Fried deep in hospitality
Beautiful as a magnolia bloom
Standing tall in majesty

Talks with a sweet syrupy drawl
As cane sugar seeps from her pores
Cute as a button and that is not all
Picture perfect as the girl next door

Honeysuckle ripe on the vine
More than enough sweet to fill your needs
Chasing fireflies in the middle of flight
Giving off just enough light to keep you intrigued

She's a pure Southern girl
Stands out in a crowd
Laughs out loud so easily
She'll give you the time and make you her world

She loves passing the time
On a green mountainside or a tan sunny beach
Any place in life suits her just fine
As long as it's down South within her Southern charms reach

With a flip of the coin, she gives you a choice
And she'll be the one you choose
A pure Southern girl is all that she is
And all that she'll ever do
trf Jan 30
it's a bone dry west
for a cool east summer
i'm steeple chasing baby
from a derby to a dungeon

orange cones on the left
bright beams on a Hummer
i'm flicking off the bird
from nevada to wyoming

get this load off my chest
it burns April like a stoner
i'm a bayou baby
from the streets of magnolia
HA, fuckit. you figure it out
annh Jun 23
...ebony fingers
pick the lock
on magnolia-fluted
with ivory keys...

‘Jazz is not just music, it’s a way of life, it’s a way of being, a way of thinking.’
- Nina Simone
Donna Sep 2018
There was a knock on
the door , the dogs started to
bark , I thought who is

it , as I open
the door a delivery
man stood there holding
a big brown parcel

My name was on it!
I thought to myself I ain't
ordered anything

Well I already
got my new boots the other
day an awesome wedge

I got a knife to
ping open plastic ribbon
I slowly open

the cardboard box to
find another box colour
of magnolia

wrapped in black ribbon
I thought it must be a late
wedding present , who

is it from! I smiled
then I open the box and
there lied a book dressed

in a silver dress
Like a beautuful cloudy
day filled with twinkles

of splashy rain , it
was me and my Deans wedding
book , I open first

page and happy tears
rolled down my face , pictures so
beautiful shined like

a summers day filled
with joyful butterflies and
memories to keep

For it was one of
the best days of my life to
finally marry

my lovely dean , and
together we shared with
all our family

I shall tuck the book
away for another day
So I can smile and

feel my heart grow big
and to comfort me when the
sun takes a short nap
Was such a lovely surprise today xxxx
Take care ***
Massiel Apr 8
Like an Amorphophallus titanum she has become. Desiring to be the queen of the garden, or dreaming to embellish the gardens of Japan. Sometimes pretending she’s dress in pastels and sweetness. “Magnolia”, she cries to me, I can hear the pain in her words,I can smell the softest from her tears. I look down, I can see petals in the bathroom floor. I lick her lips, they taste like Desire, she desires me,I look at her brown eyes and I see how much she wants me, she wants me to be good to her, she wants me to make her feel beautiful again, I have failed her, I know I did. “I’m sorry” I ashamedly whispered still looking at her dark sad fire eyes.

By: Massiel Gonzalez
March 13,2019
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