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"orca" poems

There’s a certain romance in he who doesn’t kiss his lover, despite yearning for her eager lips, and tongue like a dolphin— hesitant, yet inviting. But she’s bottlenosed, and he has the heart of an orca. He just wants her to test the water before he drags her down by her feet.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

There’s a certain romance in he who doesn’t kiss his lover, despite yearning for her eager lips, and tongue like a dolphin— hesitant, yet inviting. But she’s bottlenosed, and he has the heart of an orca. He just wants her to test the water before he drags her down by her feet.

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mean beam bottom ***** without reluctance. \\ air above \\ since forever baby boy: since forever liquid sparkler. he has sense & peanut butter jelly geography to his page. his romance is of the west. his eyes are of dandelions kicked & to the wind. he moves like ancient turtle migration. reaches feet to sidewalk \\ sand to depths \\ ride \\ night: velcro-tightened mind withstanding. party lights, ***** willows, retro punch, he is orpheus descending: with all the elements positioned just so. \\ jellyfish electric \\ he says he likes the loneliness. he says it’s the water. & so he moves \\ wills himself into the next measure. liquid resolute bits. so move \\ orca \\ curl of eye \\ so ride \\ black rollo wave \\ basilica \\ & \\ coral reaches below \\\\\ he likes to tell it, with warmed exaggeration. slow-motion buffalo stampede. ride the railroads free & easy. orange glowing bars of elsewhere. oscillating seal calls. oily portland hipsters howling on the beach. those juno cheeked rosy-red lips. somewhere, sister getting married. spring, summer, fall, winter, spring. africa girl on a branch of a tree of a forest, overlooking elephant burial grounds. color & white material: plantations, gas stations, diners, & sharks. this is the morning lunar \\ sweet blue beach of the old & awakening. he crawls out & into her breaks. her deep heights & bombora reef. the serotonin functions twice, exposed between thin tissues of warm-blooded neurochemistry. human, shown. he is as a raw page, blank, yet dipped \\ \\ so ride \\ bulbous waves of air mother agua \\ ride \\ & \\ ride \\ & brew by light these occurrences forever.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC

the loneliness of the longboard surfer

mean beam bottom ***** without reluctance. \\ air above \\ since forever baby boy: since forever liquid sparkler. he has sense & peanut butter jelly geography to his page. his romance is of the west. his eyes are of dandelions kicked & to the wind. he moves like ancient turtle migration. reaches feet to sidewalk \\ sand to depths \\ ride \\ night: velcro-tightened mind withstanding. party lights, ***** willows, retro punch, he is orpheus descending: with all the elements positioned just so. \\ jellyfish electric \\ he says he likes the loneliness. he says it’s the water. & so he moves \\ wills himself into the next measure. liquid resolute bits. so move \\ orca \\ curl of eye \\ so ride \\ black rollo wave \\ basilica \\ & \\ coral reaches below \\\\\ he likes to tell it, with warmed exaggeration. slow-motion buffalo stampede. ride the railroads free & easy. orange glowing bars of elsewhere. oscillating seal calls. oily portland hipsters howling on the beach. those juno cheeked rosy-red lips. somewhere, sister getting married. spring, summer, fall, winter, spring. africa girl on a branch of a tree of a forest, overlooking elephant burial grounds. color & white material: plantations, gas stations, diners, & sharks. this is the morning lunar \\ sweet blue beach of the old & awakening. he crawls out & into her breaks. her deep heights & bombora reef. the serotonin functions twice, exposed between thin tissues of warm-blooded neurochemistry. human, shown. he is as a raw page, blank, yet dipped \\ \\ so ride \\ bulbous waves of air mother agua \\ ride \\ & \\ ride \\ & brew by light these occurrences forever.

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Orcas in Puget Sound Along the road, abandoned wild apple trees bend with their heavy loads, dusty skirts of blackberry bushes purpling fingers, piercing flesh mouths ringed with berry juice, vampires all. Along San Juan Island salmon leap clear out of the briny water, just yards ahead of their predators, Orcas, dorsal fins curving shiny black, sluicing and slicing the surface like sharpened knives They have bred with one another for 10,000 years trolled these waters through famine, earthquakes, world wars through shifting continents, glacial avalanches, through the extinction of whole civilizations. Standing on a cliff, my daughter and I watch the Orcas churning the water - studies in grace the largest gem on the necklace of a great food chain and when we sleep we too chase the great King Salmon of our deepest dreams, the fathers we lost, the currents that bear along children Translucent jellyfish, palm sized, breath below sideways exhale, convulsive inhale umbrellas opening and closing a thousand years or more sliding through forests of brown kelp where mollusks cling We have clung like this to one another, with my body thrown over hers for protection and her exhaling away from me If Mama Orca keeps her young close, so will I If there are salmon to chase and harbor seals to command, so we will Arcing in the late August sky slapping and parting the surface, over and over the whales, lords of the Sound, swim in our brains as we sleep sparkle against blackening waters You are of my body from my body cleaving there for 10,000 years Whatever quarrels there are on land vaporize In the presence of these creatures, arcing against all that is temporal, vicious, small, studies in power and grace The tide pulls out, skimming across rocks and oysters in their muddy beds But this need to care for you remains as big as an Orca your appetite for adventure as voracious and I watch you, my child, disappearing with summer into high school, into womanhood, into the salty, light-dappled ocean

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC

Orcas in Puget Sound

Orcas in Puget Sound Along the road, abandoned wild apple trees bend with their heavy loads, dusty skirts of blackberry bushes purpling fingers, piercing flesh mouths ringed with berry juice, vampires all. Along San Juan Island salmon leap clear out of the briny water, just yards ahead of their predators, Orcas, dorsal fins curving shiny black, sluicing and slicing the surface like sharpened knives They have bred with one another for 10,000 years trolled these waters through famine, earthquakes, world wars through shifting continents, glacial avalanches, through the extinction of whole civilizations. Standing on a cliff, my daughter and I watch the Orcas churning the water - studies in grace the largest gem on the necklace of a great food chain and when we sleep we too chase the great King Salmon of our deepest dreams, the fathers we lost, the currents that bear along children Translucent jellyfish, palm sized, breath below sideways exhale, convulsive inhale umbrellas opening and closing a thousand years or more sliding through forests of brown kelp where mollusks cling We have clung like this to one another, with my body thrown over hers for protection and her exhaling away from me If Mama Orca keeps her young close, so will I If there are salmon to chase and harbor seals to command, so we will Arcing in the late August sky slapping and parting the surface, over and over the whales, lords of the Sound, swim in our brains as we sleep sparkle against blackening waters You are of my body from my body cleaving there for 10,000 years Whatever quarrels there are on land vaporize In the presence of these creatures, arcing against all that is temporal, vicious, small, studies in power and grace The tide pulls out, skimming across rocks and oysters in their muddy beds But this need to care for you remains as big as an Orca your appetite for adventure as voracious and I watch you, my child, disappearing with summer into high school, into womanhood, into the salty, light-dappled ocean

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Mountains Freshwater creeks Coach Lambert Dry Prong Basketball bus rides Old Music Latch Disclosure Orca whales Spirit Openly gay couples Church songs Windy plains Grinding at school dances Four wheelers Mr Rodriguez Cold weather Snow skiing Christmas Fir trees Canada Planet Earth Movies Fizzy Feelings

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC

Happy Challenge

Mountains Freshwater creeks Coach Lambert Dry Prong Basketball bus rides Old Music Latch Disclosure Orca whales Spirit Openly gay couples Church songs Windy plains Grinding at school dances Four wheelers Mr Rodriguez Cold weather Snow skiing Christmas Fir trees Canada Planet Earth Movies Fizzy Feelings

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oh, san juans, your riches beckon your wealth, your beauty calls your waveless, salty waters blue my heart since childhood draws your waters lap at darkened rock 'round islands, bays and inlets fill with returning salmon teeming your breaking waters thrill your tide, oh ever river changing charges muddy oyster flats your thriving pods of orca leap o'er spray in mid-air acrobats from seabed swift, cold and deep the lushness of your green hills rise your sun falls fleet like shooting star your sparkling waters mesmerize sailing craft from ’neath horizon angels spread their wings of color skirt your shoals and ply your straits find safety anchored in your harbors oh, san juans, your wonder waits your treasure and your magic calls your waveless, crystal waters blue my heart since youth still draws calls me to return each year to dip my paddle deep when life averts the journey there in dreams you beckon while i sleep

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC

oh, san juans, your riches beckon your wealth, your beauty calls your waveless, salty waters blue my heart since childhood draws your waters lap at darkened rock 'round islands, bays and inlets fill with returning salmon teeming your breaking waters thrill your tide, oh ever river changing charges muddy oyster flats your thriving pods of orca leap o'er spray in mid-air acrobats from seabed swift, cold and deep the lushness of your green hills rise your sun falls fleet like shooting star your sparkling waters mesmerize sailing craft from ’neath horizon angels spread their wings of color skirt your shoals and ply your straits find safety anchored in your harbors oh, san juans, your wonder waits your treasure and your magic calls your waveless, crystal waters blue my heart since youth still draws calls me to return each year to dip my paddle deep when life averts the journey there in dreams you beckon while i sleep

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There are orca whales in my ears but only when it rains ill swallow the gnats to feed the bellies and the growing fears I never know how to greet it I took the nail filer and carved two perfect holes directly above my big toes you can never be too careful I wanted to make sure my feet knew that sometimes things happen I promised my umbrella that if it could wait another couple weeks I wouldn't rip it to shreds myself why is there patience for quitters and people who hate thunderstorms? There are orca whales in my ears but only when it rains Gave into the cooped clouds, let them smear cleaner through my roots swaying instead to dodge the drip and heaving sighs

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Sep 23, 2012

Sep 23, 2012 at 10:51 AM UTC

Spit on my head one more time....

There are orca whales in my ears but only when it rains ill swallow the gnats to feed the bellies and the growing fears I never know how to greet it I took the nail filer and carved two perfect holes directly above my big toes you can never be too careful I wanted to make sure my feet knew that sometimes things happen I promised my umbrella that if it could wait another couple weeks I wouldn't rip it to shreds myself why is there patience for quitters and people who hate thunderstorms? There are orca whales in my ears but only when it rains Gave into the cooped clouds, let them smear cleaner through my roots swaying instead to dodge the drip and heaving sighs

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*did i tell you about that orca (killer whale) that killed a killer white (shark)? yeah, flipped him on the stomach inducing a conscious sleeping position of the shark, belly up... the ****** orca drowned the shark.* dear daffodils counting to only sixteen springs, why blossom why bloom so soon? lemmy was part of something better than his solo project... no one really talks 'bout his solo crazy train antics, so why talk lemmy why talk ozzy os' burn and simply dismiss hawkwind & black sabbath? oh - *na kraju nocy i u progu dnia kogut na dachu pieje w głowie sie kręci da na da na da gorączka znów szaleje.* given all that, imagine a seal on a drift of ice, a stowaway of a berg, then imagine why, it's seeking a monastery, there are four orcas beneath the mirror surface of the water, in formation, like horses to the gallop of a wind's flute eolides, and they're moving in, dipping with tail fin exertion of some reflex spasm - and the mini tsunami created suddenly tilts the seal's monastery and the seal plops into the depths... where it's only an old cloth rag soon to be mince. p.s. i denounce the polish diacritical mark over o to make u (ó) as not diacritical at all... it's an aesthetic mark, and yes, it does look pretty.

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC

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*did i tell you about that orca (killer whale) that killed a killer white (shark)? yeah, flipped him on the stomach inducing a conscious sleeping position of the shark, belly up... the ****** orca drowned the shark.* dear daffodils counting to only sixteen springs, why blossom why bloom so soon? lemmy was part of something better than his solo project... no one really talks 'bout his solo crazy train antics, so why talk lemmy why talk ozzy os' burn and simply dismiss hawkwind & black sabbath? oh - *na kraju nocy i u progu dnia kogut na dachu pieje w głowie sie kręci da na da na da gorączka znów szaleje.* given all that, imagine a seal on a drift of ice, a stowaway of a berg, then imagine why, it's seeking a monastery, there are four orcas beneath the mirror surface of the water, in formation, like horses to the gallop of a wind's flute eolides, and they're moving in, dipping with tail fin exertion of some reflex spasm - and the mini tsunami created suddenly tilts the seal's monastery and the seal plops into the depths... where it's only an old cloth rag soon to be mince. p.s. i denounce the polish diacritical mark over o to make u (ó) as not diacritical at all... it's an aesthetic mark, and yes, it does look pretty.

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We were cavorting Orca in a warm Baja sea, while you dove, then rose to breath, I met you at the surface in a tangle of sweaty sheets.

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Feb 23, 2012

Feb 23, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC

In my dream we were Orca

We were cavorting Orca in a warm Baja sea, while you dove, then rose to breath, I met you at the surface in a tangle of sweaty sheets.

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~ i stand before this kneeling bench, no sanctuary of our making; its walls here open thrown, on stained glass windows found strewn upon the sand, its tide-washed, polished glass, my feet find holy ground; my sandals left at driftwood door. incense burns upon the wind, its salty spray is mingled, with my own upon these joy-stained cheeks. the worshippers that went before have built a temple out of wood, hewn, untouched by human hand, a steeple to the sky is lifted, and within its shelter, remnants of a ring of fire, smoke once lifted to the heavens by believers true; this church i see through salted eyes, this scape awash in teeming life, here i drink this living wine; its ebb, its rush, its living in each moment without need, to connect each dot, or even speak. i long to live at razor's edge, where sands and tides collide; the rocky shoals where dungeness, find sustenance and shelter; the coves where seabirds feed their young, above the sandstone cliffs; the bar beneath a setting sun, in flames awash in waves; find comfort ‘neath the storm-shaped pine, feel longing in the stinging air. these cheeks that weep, though want of tears, not in sorrow mind you, but in joy of freedom, the lure of siren alter call; of a close horizon on a misty morn, the haunting breath of orca, just beyond my sight; the bark of ocean’s lion, the roar of distant waves; with these my prayers i send, as i offer this my praise; this church of no man’s making, here i come for cleansing, to breathe the life that i am given! ~ *post script. by nature we are spiritual creatures; spiritual... not religious. reading your sea-scaped prose inspires me; planning changes in my own life even more so!! it is said that we return to what we know best... the ocean calls...*

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC

~ i stand before this kneeling bench, no sanctuary of our making; its walls here open thrown, on stained glass windows found strewn upon the sand, its tide-washed, polished glass, my feet find holy ground; my sandals left at driftwood door. incense burns upon the wind, its salty spray is mingled, with my own upon these joy-stained cheeks. the worshippers that went before have built a temple out of wood, hewn, untouched by human hand, a steeple to the sky is lifted, and within its shelter, remnants of a ring of fire, smoke once lifted to the heavens by believers true; this church i see through salted eyes, this scape awash in teeming life, here i drink this living wine; its ebb, its rush, its living in each moment without need, to connect each dot, or even speak. i long to live at razor's edge, where sands and tides collide; the rocky shoals where dungeness, find sustenance and shelter; the coves where seabirds feed their young, above the sandstone cliffs; the bar beneath a setting sun, in flames awash in waves; find comfort ‘neath the storm-shaped pine, feel longing in the stinging air. these cheeks that weep, though want of tears, not in sorrow mind you, but in joy of freedom, the lure of siren alter call; of a close horizon on a misty morn, the haunting breath of orca, just beyond my sight; the bark of ocean’s lion, the roar of distant waves; with these my prayers i send, as i offer this my praise; this church of no man’s making, here i come for cleansing, to breathe the life that i am given! ~ *post script. by nature we are spiritual creatures; spiritual... not religious. reading your sea-scaped prose inspires me; planning changes in my own life even more so!! it is said that we return to what we know best... the ocean calls...*

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From this island water and more tiny islands heavily treed with Douglas fir landing ground for ocean otters while orca whales glide by spout and spray the beach, broken shelled puddled wells of tide pools filling, spilling over again brown bauble seaweed mingles round algae rocks, barnacle shingled here where the air breathes salt scented water running wild with salmon.

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC

From this island water and more tiny islands heavily treed with Douglas fir landing ground for ocean otters while orca whales glide by spout and spray the beach, broken shelled puddled wells of tide pools filling, spilling over again brown bauble seaweed mingles round algae rocks, barnacle shingled here where the air breathes salt scented water running wild with salmon.

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i went in to a trance my mind my thoughts and me thought i was a sailor sailing on the sea sailing in the sun beneath the sky so blue lots of things i saw that i could clearly view i saw a school of dolphins and an orca whale having lots of fun splashing with his tale there were lots of birds parrots and cockatoo there were many others there were quite a few then i saw a marlin a great big fish was he jumping in the air as happy as can be this was just a trance that i could plainly see there inside my mind with my thoughts and me

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC

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i went in to a trance my mind my thoughts and me thought i was a sailor sailing on the sea sailing in the sun beneath the sky so blue lots of things i saw that i could clearly view i saw a school of dolphins and an orca whale having lots of fun splashing with his tale there were lots of birds parrots and cockatoo there were many others there were quite a few then i saw a marlin a great big fish was he jumping in the air as happy as can be this was just a trance that i could plainly see there inside my mind with my thoughts and me

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Pretty summer wind against my skin the summer heat cannot beat me so many shady trees with the lovely breeze the mockingbird does not mock me he chants for me like the nightingale most beautiful but why his cage is in the auction for sale never compare a mockingbird with a nightingale i don't either compare an orca with a whale pretty summer wind against my skin summer heat has long time taken place i enjoy this dutch hot summer on my face with its cool breeze within if we are attentive enough nature has oft its balance in fact easy to discover though it's all so transparant and of much importance © Sylvia Frances Chan

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC

sylvia-frances-chan

Pretty summer wind against my skin the summer heat cannot beat me so many shady trees with the lovely breeze the mockingbird does not mock me he chants for me like the nightingale most beautiful but why his cage is in the auction for sale never compare a mockingbird with a nightingale i don't either compare an orca with a whale pretty summer wind against my skin summer heat has long time taken place i enjoy this dutch hot summer on my face with its cool breeze within if we are attentive enough nature has oft its balance in fact easy to discover though it's all so transparant and of much importance © Sylvia Frances Chan

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Have you ever stood, craning your neck to look up into the canopy of the ancient kauri, Tane Mahuta, while peace and birdsong permeate your soul? Have you ever felt the crusty spray and the satanic whiff as the Pohutu geyser shoots aloft while a dozen languages bubble through te reo? Have you ever shivered in the receding darkness, standing in the china-white sand as you waited for the first sunrise over Makorori Beach? Have you ever sat on the summit of Mt Taranaki and eaten a well-deserved sandwich while cows grazed far below on the lush, volcanic-rich pasture? Have you ever experienced that mixture of fear and awe as an orca’s dorsal breached beside your too-fragile kayak in the shining waters of the Abel Tasman? Have you ever paused atop a ski run on Coronet Peak and reflected on the reflections of sunlight dancing on snow and water? Have you ever felt sorry for tourism chiefs and advertising creatives trapped in offices in the Auckland CBD dreaming up “100% Pure” and “Clean and Green”?

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC

AOTEAROA, YOU’RE STANDING IN IT

Have you ever stood, craning your neck to look up into the canopy of the ancient kauri, Tane Mahuta, while peace and birdsong permeate your soul? Have you ever felt the crusty spray and the satanic whiff as the Pohutu geyser shoots aloft while a dozen languages bubble through te reo? Have you ever shivered in the receding darkness, standing in the china-white sand as you waited for the first sunrise over Makorori Beach? Have you ever sat on the summit of Mt Taranaki and eaten a well-deserved sandwich while cows grazed far below on the lush, volcanic-rich pasture? Have you ever experienced that mixture of fear and awe as an orca’s dorsal breached beside your too-fragile kayak in the shining waters of the Abel Tasman? Have you ever paused atop a ski run on Coronet Peak and reflected on the reflections of sunlight dancing on snow and water? Have you ever felt sorry for tourism chiefs and advertising creatives trapped in offices in the Auckland CBD dreaming up “100% Pure” and “Clean and Green”?

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The gods all shout and sing And don't push the wine aside Won't you call the sea? An orca is lost Disturbed by the big feast And mulched in the bed Your doctor will not say And his spirits can not talk So you must die alone.

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May 5, 2010

May 5, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC

The gods all shout and sing And don't push the wine aside Won't you call the sea? An orca is lost Disturbed by the big feast And mulched in the bed Your doctor will not say And his spirits can not talk So you must die alone.

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in orca ova, swim arisen cinnamon suns; venus simmers so. ~ no seams seen in sea *** nor sun, nor *****

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Jul 17, 2012

Jul 17, 2012 at 5:41 AM UTC

lover whales haiku(10w) and untailored ecosphere(10w)

in orca ova, swim arisen cinnamon suns; venus simmers so. ~ no seams seen in sea *** nor sun, nor *****

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I make trips to the corner store, at 12 in the morning. Calling all cars to get the **** out of the road, I'm swerving. Calling all lights, blink and be gone. Streetlights, stoplights, lamps, lighters, blunt tips, cigarette butts, all lights be gone. Dear Earth, get low in the darkness. On my first trip, I was accosted by rabid dogs who drooled shoelaces and I could tell they were being hounded by the kilter of their angry maws and sawed-off minds. They barked like guns. And they saw me--completely irrelevant--- popping caps off Lokos taking sips that could **** up an Orca, completely swimming. I had to kick them home. At work today, Someone got caught stealing five pesos worth of food, and got threatened with a felony, but they've got some lint in their pocket, and knew how to keep it cool. My girlfriend operates in ideas. I've been at work for so long, that I yell and walk around, like I'm in the shower.

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Dec 15, 2013

Dec 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC

Uniform displeasure with life.

I make trips to the corner store, at 12 in the morning. Calling all cars to get the **** out of the road, I'm swerving. Calling all lights, blink and be gone. Streetlights, stoplights, lamps, lighters, blunt tips, cigarette butts, all lights be gone. Dear Earth, get low in the darkness. On my first trip, I was accosted by rabid dogs who drooled shoelaces and I could tell they were being hounded by the kilter of their angry maws and sawed-off minds. They barked like guns. And they saw me--completely irrelevant--- popping caps off Lokos taking sips that could **** up an Orca, completely swimming. I had to kick them home. At work today, Someone got caught stealing five pesos worth of food, and got threatened with a felony, but they've got some lint in their pocket, and knew how to keep it cool. My girlfriend operates in ideas. I've been at work for so long, that I yell and walk around, like I'm in the shower.

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They cry turmoil thru my web-pages, pages on pages of Tribunes and Suns and Times and Quarterly "Free Burma!" it's all turkey and pig-latin to me, just "dunno!" like a dunce-capped miscreant, inept of their vitriol as i was not so great at geography i got by before junior high. Where-the-tarnished-nation is it? "Free Burma!" Notice the elephant in the room like a whale named ***** attempting to escape brothers of all of ours engulfed in war some ocean somewhere someone is dying; notice that elephant in our laptops ivory and blue tooth and iphones telling me, showing us to care i do / want to we should and we must yes "Free Burma!" will i need to donate a dollar, two, three? will i receive a correspondence of a child i am saving a face of a country i'm ignorant to... will it's big sad puppy eyes be commercialized? i am no less as educated for not following the strife of thousands my own is as heavy here as an orca's leap "Free Burma!" what cage, bear or mouse trap have they gotten themselves and ourselves into? if it's anything like Yayo or Martha business i have a better "good thing" to do but if it is like famines in Africa, Mendelson, or Tibetan Monks on strike with kung-fu skills i will join U2, (and if she's aware) with Oprah power activate! (fist to fist) "i will be a well of spring-water!" and she a holy cow, a worshipped saint "Free Burma!!" free water free of fear free everyone, i pray, under this sky wipe away all tears free you of your worries free of all chains free of mines free of lies and borderlines. Free to be together free to live and choose to see A planet a place A peace "Free Burma!" Freedom as one community. For you, for me. Home. Free...

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

FREE BURMA! (Spoken Word)

They cry turmoil thru my web-pages, pages on pages of Tribunes and Suns and Times and Quarterly "Free Burma!" it's all turkey and pig-latin to me, just "dunno!" like a dunce-capped miscreant, inept of their vitriol as i was not so great at geography i got by before junior high. Where-the-tarnished-nation is it? "Free Burma!" Notice the elephant in the room like a whale named ***** attempting to escape brothers of all of ours engulfed in war some ocean somewhere someone is dying; notice that elephant in our laptops ivory and blue tooth and iphones telling me, showing us to care i do / want to we should and we must yes "Free Burma!" will i need to donate a dollar, two, three? will i receive a correspondence of a child i am saving a face of a country i'm ignorant to... will it's big sad puppy eyes be commercialized? i am no less as educated for not following the strife of thousands my own is as heavy here as an orca's leap "Free Burma!" what cage, bear or mouse trap have they gotten themselves and ourselves into? if it's anything like Yayo or Martha business i have a better "good thing" to do but if it is like famines in Africa, Mendelson, or Tibetan Monks on strike with kung-fu skills i will join U2, (and if she's aware) with Oprah power activate! (fist to fist) "i will be a well of spring-water!" and she a holy cow, a worshipped saint "Free Burma!!" free water free of fear free everyone, i pray, under this sky wipe away all tears free you of your worries free of all chains free of mines free of lies and borderlines. Free to be together free to live and choose to see A planet a place A peace "Free Burma!" Freedom as one community. For you, for me. Home. Free...

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Excited for the gifts This planet kindly gives The wonders of the world are generously rife It really is a magical life If we are wise, we'll open our hearts, eyes and minds I long to see Japan's elegant cherry blossom land Geisha girls, eerily still they stand Cooling faces with fan in hand Walk for hundreds of miles, along the river Nile Meeting friendly souls with weathered faces love as their principle basis Whiteness the overcrowded Mumbai station Then rush to see a tea plantation Where on your way your heart longs to stay Here, forever you could lay There's a calling from the hills, the wildlife thrills But why stay still There's plenty more to feel The vast African plains a plenty Where it may appear, but it's far from empty This is the magnificent Serengeti Here I'm in my element Let me enjoy admiring the elephant A powerful earth rumbling migration Sees a whole new destination Tysfjord with its breathtaking views Norway is an artists muse A landscape so still and stunning To be offered more is a second coming When night arrives with it northern lights You'll be mesmerised by the natural sight You'll stay up all night long As morning is blessed by orca's song Rumi was a wise old soul His words are timeless His advice is free I take his writings literally "Why stay in prison when the door is so wide open" ~ Rumi

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC

Excited for the gifts This planet kindly gives The wonders of the world are generously rife It really is a magical life If we are wise, we'll open our hearts, eyes and minds I long to see Japan's elegant cherry blossom land Geisha girls, eerily still they stand Cooling faces with fan in hand Walk for hundreds of miles, along the river Nile Meeting friendly souls with weathered faces love as their principle basis Whiteness the overcrowded Mumbai station Then rush to see a tea plantation Where on your way your heart longs to stay Here, forever you could lay There's a calling from the hills, the wildlife thrills But why stay still There's plenty more to feel The vast African plains a plenty Where it may appear, but it's far from empty This is the magnificent Serengeti Here I'm in my element Let me enjoy admiring the elephant A powerful earth rumbling migration Sees a whole new destination Tysfjord with its breathtaking views Norway is an artists muse A landscape so still and stunning To be offered more is a second coming When night arrives with it northern lights You'll be mesmerised by the natural sight You'll stay up all night long As morning is blessed by orca's song Rumi was a wise old soul His words are timeless His advice is free I take his writings literally "Why stay in prison when the door is so wide open" ~ Rumi

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Amidst the forever blue expanse, Upon the raft I built, Alone I sit, it quivers. I feel it squirm below myself, It cries and creaks under the weight. Beneath it still the emptiness, The vast and silent water. Without a noise it calls to me, I hear it mock my presence. It laughs that soon the raft will fail. And this I know too well. How the sky does weep for me. No sail or sun to guide myself, The horizons sarcastic smile. I witnessed nothing but blue on blue, Not one fish, nor bird, nor boat. For years I drift in currents, None of my design. Alone and lost, The Orca came. Alone together, lost, afraid, I know she knows my sorrow. I meet her eyes, For a moment I feel solitude. Perhaps my Orca sees me. But off she swims, Blind to me. I watch her leave my presence. I cannot shout, I know no words. I forget what it means to talk. Alone together, lost, afraid. I know she knows my sorrow.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC

Amidst the forever blue expanse, Upon the raft I built, Alone I sit, it quivers. I feel it squirm below myself, It cries and creaks under the weight. Beneath it still the emptiness, The vast and silent water. Without a noise it calls to me, I hear it mock my presence. It laughs that soon the raft will fail. And this I know too well. How the sky does weep for me. No sail or sun to guide myself, The horizons sarcastic smile. I witnessed nothing but blue on blue, Not one fish, nor bird, nor boat. For years I drift in currents, None of my design. Alone and lost, The Orca came. Alone together, lost, afraid, I know she knows my sorrow. I meet her eyes, For a moment I feel solitude. Perhaps my Orca sees me. But off she swims, Blind to me. I watch her leave my presence. I cannot shout, I know no words. I forget what it means to talk. Alone together, lost, afraid. I know she knows my sorrow.

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You act like an orca tanning on the beach: ignoring life for beauty and recognition, but only in oceanic swells is the orca beautiful and recognized while it lives it's own life chasing sea lions and the air above waves.

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Oct 4, 2010

Oct 4, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC

You act like an orca tanning on the beach: ignoring life for beauty and recognition, but only in oceanic swells is the orca beautiful and recognized while it lives it's own life chasing sea lions and the air above waves.

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O, Orca Tahlequah — so much more than just J35 — for 17 days more than 1,000 miles of heartache you gave us — waiting, watching as you grieved — carrying the weight of the world’s eyes — teaching each and everyone — grieving mothers have their own — ways and time to say goodbye.

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Aug 13, 2018

Aug 13, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC

O, Orca Tahlequah — so much more than just J35 — for 17 days more than 1,000 miles of heartache you gave us — waiting, watching as you grieved — carrying the weight of the world’s eyes — teaching each and everyone — grieving mothers have their own — ways and time to say goodbye.

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Come in all you children and dance upon the sea. The coastline tides are dancing and gallivanting on the breeze. The elephant seals are floating in their carcasses, warm blood lakes thicken on the foam, dancing in the ripples the shivers of Leopard sharks party's throw. ***** slugs and combatants, early hours send cries through crustaceans of the spine, and glitter muscles entwined with porpoise to drink their brunches with new recipes of the brine. Fairy starling, aching heartache, shapes each coil of the coast, and tears apart the stardust of starfish sliding up the coast. Drinking from the salt licks that falling waters move, inside the bay the bluefins escape the hunters in their shoals. The itsy bitsy great white, crept into the beaches cove, but orca and dolphin chased him back into the deepest azures where the fur seals pup and milk.

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC

Come in all you children and dance upon the sea. The coastline tides are dancing and gallivanting on the breeze. The elephant seals are floating in their carcasses, warm blood lakes thicken on the foam, dancing in the ripples the shivers of Leopard sharks party's throw. ***** slugs and combatants, early hours send cries through crustaceans of the spine, and glitter muscles entwined with porpoise to drink their brunches with new recipes of the brine. Fairy starling, aching heartache, shapes each coil of the coast, and tears apart the stardust of starfish sliding up the coast. Drinking from the salt licks that falling waters move, inside the bay the bluefins escape the hunters in their shoals. The itsy bitsy great white, crept into the beaches cove, but orca and dolphin chased him back into the deepest azures where the fur seals pup and milk.

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fílabein er Loki ætur; tvisvar Orka - mathákur-blóð (bloodji), alias örn-gler narcissus: Greenlander - Grænland sum sum - Grélandè. comma surdic left a pardoning; aligned to Arctic; thus said a penguin quack.

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

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fílabein er Loki ætur; tvisvar Orka - mathákur-blóð (bloodji), alias örn-gler narcissus: Greenlander - Grænland sum sum - Grélandè. comma surdic left a pardoning; aligned to Arctic; thus said a penguin quack.

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