"unclips" poems - Hello Poetry

it is not the tier of enmeshed leaves nor the zither of green. none is their duty to discover the lunar hook of moon. — the old bamboo is the mistral danseuse tonight. whatever the etcetera of it, whatever the birds demand from it. a sling of breath is far-flung into the sky announcing merriment before the child beheads the tulip, before the creature chokes the pistil, before the light enters slow-churn of synthesis. hearing the giggling of bush in the mire of wind, heaving in all kinds of sleep, the children, the weather, together; synapses drunk in translation and we feel no longer the secret of a guerrilla behind the foliage. it is only the heraldry of the world when the morning unclips its wing, as monsoons continue their bushwhack amongst petty citations. past oceans gleaming and away from hills dreaming — by the river, dead of heart, riveting silence of land, past the battered bridge in Marilao tracing deathlier waters, all gone in recall, something i scour to find only pining away from scarcity of remember. it is never their duty to bring back its image to dance with me again.

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC

windsor-i-guadalupe-jr

Even Deathlier Waters

it is not the tier of enmeshed leaves nor the zither of green. none is their duty to discover the lunar hook of moon. — the old bamboo is the mistral danseuse tonight. whatever the etcetera of it, whatever the birds demand from it. a sling of breath is far-flung into the sky announcing merriment before the child beheads the tulip, before the creature chokes the pistil, before the light enters slow-churn of synthesis. hearing the giggling of bush in the mire of wind, heaving in all kinds of sleep, the children, the weather, together; synapses drunk in translation and we feel no longer the secret of a guerrilla behind the foliage. it is only the heraldry of the world when the morning unclips its wing, as monsoons continue their bushwhack amongst petty citations. past oceans gleaming and away from hills dreaming — by the river, dead of heart, riveting silence of land, past the battered bridge in Marilao tracing deathlier waters, all gone in recall, something i scour to find only pining away from scarcity of remember. it is never their duty to bring back its image to dance with me again.

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look into the morning mirror slow shave and study dull eyes looking back a floor full of masks the passed ones may have dropped he falls onto the ceiling, nose pressed onto the frieze and she puts on heavy-shoes and has to hook him back downwards it takes morning starch and bitter coffee to make ceiling dust shy fashion is thrown out on its cracked sheen as the carried mode entails only generic style and empirical fall Let me sniff your armpit Let me sniff it, please I'm looking at you stand before my eyes I see you right here.. before my very eyes a pigeon on a windowsill such a lovely unexpect! it flies inside - harmony beheld creates a stir into a pane, stunned.. and life is expectorated disposal wants to occur too fast and something breaks inside him system slave runs forward, grabs its soul and hurries out slow gray panels of cement amidst more gray panels lodged between silvery towers and metal clink olfactory-core comes nerve alive ( . . . ) he stands before the glass and looks upon her face whose eyes may show no grief clothed in vest and heavy foot he unclips the last vestige fully cognisant and off he goes to shock of passerby he looks up to see the truest, bluest sky and looks down to see the small figure of her receding.. receding.. receding .. duty of kissing ceilingdust is in the past and so is living in slow-reverse

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Oct 23, 2013

Oct 23, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC

s-e-l

ceiling dust

look into the morning mirror slow shave and study dull eyes looking back a floor full of masks the passed ones may have dropped he falls onto the ceiling, nose pressed onto the frieze and she puts on heavy-shoes and has to hook him back downwards it takes morning starch and bitter coffee to make ceiling dust shy fashion is thrown out on its cracked sheen as the carried mode entails only generic style and empirical fall Let me sniff your armpit Let me sniff it, please I'm looking at you stand before my eyes I see you right here.. before my very eyes a pigeon on a windowsill such a lovely unexpect! it flies inside - harmony beheld creates a stir into a pane, stunned.. and life is expectorated disposal wants to occur too fast and something breaks inside him system slave runs forward, grabs its soul and hurries out slow gray panels of cement amidst more gray panels lodged between silvery towers and metal clink olfactory-core comes nerve alive ( . . . ) he stands before the glass and looks upon her face whose eyes may show no grief clothed in vest and heavy foot he unclips the last vestige fully cognisant and off he goes to shock of passerby he looks up to see the truest, bluest sky and looks down to see the small figure of her receding.. receding.. receding .. duty of kissing ceilingdust is in the past and so is living in slow-reverse

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Sometimes it’s fast, electric Darting minnow through my brain Neurones passing messages like school children in classes Someone flicked a light switch; sunken ship Like a red arrow nose dive; Except not leaving behind the smoke clouds Sometimes it’s thick, I’m wading A parachute unclips but I’m still falling Cardboard in the rain tears eventually. Submarine sinking deeper into thick purple at the bottom, of my mind.

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC

c-6

making haste

Sometimes it’s fast, electric Darting minnow through my brain Neurones passing messages like school children in classes Someone flicked a light switch; sunken ship Like a red arrow nose dive; Except not leaving behind the smoke clouds Sometimes it’s thick, I’m wading A parachute unclips but I’m still falling Cardboard in the rain tears eventually. Submarine sinking deeper into thick purple at the bottom, of my mind.

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Susie watches Polly undress for bed. Watches as she takes off the white headdress lets loose her black hair the tresses down over her shoulders. Sees her unbutton the black maids' dress at the back with her thin fingers. Takes in how she steps out of the dress and folds it and puts into the chair by the window. Studies her removing the thin white slip which she puts on top of the dress. Polly sighs and unclips the black stockings sits on the side of the bed takes them off throwing them over the side. She stands up removes her girdle puts it on the chair and looks back at Susie and says the **** you gawking at? Just waiting for you Susie says Polly grabs an old nightdress and puts it on sniffs it then grabs her dressing gown and puts it on. She climbs into the double bed pulls up the sheet and blankets lies down next to Susie. The bed creaks and the springs groan. Shall I blow out the candle now? Susie says. Sure why not what's to see Polly replies. Susie blows out the candle by the bed they plunge into darkness except where the moon glows outside. Susie senses lust kept shut up inside.

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Aug 8, 2017

Aug 8, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC

TerryCollett

WATCHING POLLY 1912.

Susie watches Polly undress for bed. Watches as she takes off the white headdress lets loose her black hair the tresses down over her shoulders. Sees her unbutton the black maids' dress at the back with her thin fingers. Takes in how she steps out of the dress and folds it and puts into the chair by the window. Studies her removing the thin white slip which she puts on top of the dress. Polly sighs and unclips the black stockings sits on the side of the bed takes them off throwing them over the side. She stands up removes her girdle puts it on the chair and looks back at Susie and says the **** you gawking at? Just waiting for you Susie says Polly grabs an old nightdress and puts it on sniffs it then grabs her dressing gown and puts it on. She climbs into the double bed pulls up the sheet and blankets lies down next to Susie. The bed creaks and the springs groan. Shall I blow out the candle now? Susie says. Sure why not what's to see Polly replies. Susie blows out the candle by the bed they plunge into darkness except where the moon glows outside. Susie senses lust kept shut up inside.

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