A Potpourri of Expressions in Word...
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#508 Feb 18, 2013
You try to be my friend
All the way to the very end
No longer can i bend

No more lies
No more cries

I've bent so far
I snapped in two
No longer can I bend for you
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#509 Feb 18, 2013
Last night I heard you whisper
"Everything is fine because I am here"
I called out your name
But then you slowly disappeared
Trapped laying here
Our dreams still wash ashore
Scraping through my head
Until I can’t sleep
Anymore
The churning mess of our plans
Dragging me out through the storm
And under
Only to smash against the sands
Once more
Brief inspirations of hate
Fuel these desperate attempts to break
But soon resolve back into longing
Crippling any chance to escape
So I lay there
Involuntarily rocking
Waves washing away my designs
Leaving behind
Only the taste
Of stale salty brine
A much more familiar taste since I met you
Since you left me
And I let you
It’s memory of your laughter that’s the brightest
Electrifying the night
Striking me with momentary blindness
As I await the rumbling realization
That another now owns your affections
You always seemed to know you would leave
To explore a new shoreline
I pray that this one
That you have already found
Is much less polluted than mine
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#510 Feb 18, 2013
Leaf and leaf and leaf and leaf and leaf and branch and leaf and leaf
and leaf and leaf and leaf and postcard of greenish sunset and leaf
and leaf and leaf and bag and twig and leaf and bee and leaf and
leaf and branch and leaf and branch and leaf and leaf and cloud and
leaf and leaf and leaf and pot and bee and leaf and paper and leaf
and leaf and leaf and large bee and bottle of shampoo and leaf and leaf
and water jug and leaf and leaf and plum and leaf and leaf and knife and
leaf and leaf and leaf and lighter fluid and leaf and leaf and thin cloud
and leaf and leaf and leaf and unidentified bug and leaf and leaf and leaf
and leaf and pile of papers and leaf and leaf and leaf and sand and leaf and
leaf and chairs and leaf and bananas and leaf and leaf and murder mystery and
leaf and newspaper and leaf and leaf and pen and leaf and leaf and twig and branch
and leaf and leaf and web and leaf and hair and leaf and tea and leaf and ear
and leaf and leaf and leaf and sky and leaf and hand and leaf and socks and
leaf and leaf and branch and leaf and gnat and leaf and bee and leaf and leaf
and leaf and foot and leaf and baby and leaf and branch and leaf and sun and
leaf and leaf and purplish conglomerate rock and leaf and leaf and shell and
and leaf and dune and leaf and table and leaf and leaf and leaf and berries and
leaf and shriveled blossom and leaf and leaf and parking lot and recycling station
and leaf and car and leaf and car and leaf and leaf and twig and leaf and
and small pale rock and leaf and leaf and yogurt and leaf and leaf and
sunglasses and hat and leaf and leaf and spider and leaf and leaf and leaf and
and leaf and leaf and leaf and bone and leaf and eye and leaf and green and brown
and leaf and blue and leaf and white and green


I repeat myself very well then I repeat myself and
replant myself very well then I replant and very well I
leaf and twig and branch and replanted I garden
and salad and water pipes and aim toward water
and power line and insidious tendril test, friend or foe?
freeze or fry? fried or foam? chemicals comprise comrade
and signal outlines appreciated I replant and send tendril
tenderly a curvaceous greenery tip an attempted implant
a hair a strand appreciate until swarming appreciated
are you a leaf a twig a branch a trunk a tree a vegetation
and wind and no and wind and no and wind and wind arriving
a gust a sigh are you friend or foe of aluminum greenery
of aluminum twig of aluminum salad of insidious tendril
aluminum of curvaceous aluminum greenery invasive friend
or of strand appreciate power aluminum garden branch torso?
Ally or comrade?.....Alloy or concern?....Assay or debt?
of wind of deeper of depth of compounded of extravagance
luxury practicum torso appreciate tendril percentage gold
repeated piping bowl I brick greenery tip dollar percentage
oil outline tendril curvaceous gold foe wind problem solution
vegetation paralysis subliminal sublime gold foe problem wind
gold foe problem wind alloy concern aluminum nature feed
how to concern feed aluminum gold problem? how to assay
debt feed piping bowl and spread gold how to paper thin
gold and spread and gold and blow life into gold and fill
bowl invasive piping debt thief aluminum project proposal metals?

gold life capital practical curvaceous tendril fill or wind

wind or fill practical capital curvaceous tender life gold

Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#511 Feb 18, 2013
When right now it is cold
and the half moon is so far
above pines in a pink sky
centered with glue—all
new & bright—after a night
that Polaris looked like
a planet, as red-gold as
a comet—a pink containing
cyan, yellow, black, magenta:

four baseline colors as primary
in their folds as duct tape,
as we speak and our words
are put through the shredder
until the aluminum plates
are crimped and printed
with blue, then sent to
the heater, the dryer and
afterward, chilled.

Into the cold. Again.
Patricia

Dexter, MO

#512 Feb 19, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
When right now it is cold
and the half moon is so far
above pines in a pink sky
centered with glue—all
new & bright—after a night
that Polaris looked like
a planet, as red-gold as
a comet—a pink containing
cyan, yellow, black, magenta:
four baseline colors as primary
in their folds as duct tape,
as we speak and our words
are put through the shredder
until the aluminum plates
are crimped and printed
with blue, then sent to
the heater, the dryer and
afterward, chilled.
Into the cold. Again.
You are not alone.

Seems as though my last message was BLOCKED.
Simple as unplugging right and isn't that what I suggested and clarified with the words Good Bye. You came back, so nice to know who was always in charge. Your way or the high way right? It may sound as if I'm bitter, trust me I am not. I don't LIE.

Here it is again for you.
'
'
Some times I misunderstand

Are you telling me to GFM?

Adrian, or whatever your name is ... Love and Peace Regardless

Thanks for a lovely week.
;~)

Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.

~Leo Buscaglia

Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#513 Feb 19, 2013
My heart tares wide like thunder through the clouds as you fall to the ground from your place in the stars.

I hear the lament of the hunter waning on the wind

Each drone hits the tears on my cheek

What will we do without you, our final hope

Rise from the soil, climb from the grave, finish the fight

So many have fallen before you, so many more will if you fail

None shall have perished in vain, for our spirit can not be conquered

Take your spear, build your shield, destroy the enemy

Your strength becomes ours, we believe in you, in us

The cry of battle burns off fear

I scream with you, a scream of defiance against the storm

Like lightning we will strike the heart of the foe and you shall climb to your place in the heavens
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#514 Feb 19, 2013
Patricia wrote:
<quoted text>
You are not alone.
Seems as though my last message was BLOCKED.
Simple as unplugging right and isn't that what I suggested and clarified with the words Good Bye. You came back, so nice to know who was always in charge. Your way or the high way right? It may sound as if I'm bitter, trust me I am not. I don't LIE.
Here it is again for you.
'
'
Some times I misunderstand
Are you telling me to GFM?
Adrian, or whatever your name is ... Love and Peace Regardless
Thanks for a lovely week.
;~)
Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.
~Leo Buscaglia
"YOU'VE BEEN EUCHERED."

Follow the rules,

or you will lose your mind.

Follow the rules,

and you will be paid in kind.

Follow the rules,

and fortune you will find.

Follow the rules,

they will tell you when to stay.

Follow the rules,

they will tell you when to play.

Follow the rules,

and you’ll have a good day.

Follow the rules,

and it’ll be a good bet.

Follow the rules,

or the decision you’ll regret.

Follow the rules,

I didn’t write them but the rules you must follow,

Always abide or in despair you will wallow.

Hit to 17 and double on 11.

When it works you will be in heaven.

If you don’t believe me try on your own,

I promise in the end you will cry and moan.

Loan me a 20 and I’ll pay you back,

All that I need is one more Black Jack!

And sorry to tell you once again.....

YOU'VE BEEN EUCHERED!

FIN.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#515 Feb 19, 2013
Everybody to sleep the guard symbolizes
on his late night tour of the tombs.

When he leaves, after counting still bodies
wrapped in white sheets, when he goes,
the bodies slowly move, in solitary ritual,
counting lost days, mounting memories,
numbering like sand grains.....

The bitter winds drag over high mountains
to their lonely deaths; like elephants
they go bury themselves
under dreamlike waterfalls,
in the silence.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#516 Feb 19, 2013
The snow is an owl
whose wings spread silence
over trees and telephone poles
from lamppost to horizon.

The day is a burrowed mouse
beneath the fields of white
with pink nose poking and ears alert —
just a scamper away from carpe temporis punctum.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#517 Feb 20, 2013
The days of our future stand before us;
They wait, like a row of burning candles:
Golden, vivid, and warm.
The days of our past remain behind us;
They linger, in a row of extinguished candles:
Those closer to us are still smoking and curved,
Expressionless, melted, and cold.
I will not look at them; it would sadden me to see them now,
And remember their original light.
I look ahead, to my candles that wait and glow.
I will not turn back, lest I see the past and shudder:
How swiftly the dark and smoldering line lengthens,
How quickly the series of stifled candles grows.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#518 Feb 20, 2013
When I reach for you, you seem so elusive
Hiding behind leaves that dance
and in between light and dark
So often...

I cry out for you with the yearning
of a lone siren at sea
Wet hair whipping my face
Eyes salty with desire
Longing in my song
Drowning in each breath of air.
that licks my lungs with tongues of fire

Crash against my rocks
Cast your identity upon my sand
The bubbles always burst
but leave their intricate patterns behind

I tell myself to 'Do it!'
Set my shoulder to the rusted wheel
Press in hard, push forward
tie knots in my thoughts
and unearth what I feel
My fingers tap symbols on the keyboard
Morse in dots and dashes
Creative processes in a code
a few may understand.

Oh yes,
I write of love and of passion
because these I have known
Cutting through the delicate fabric,
I sew up the emotions
that once brought me to my knees
and through the tapestry of stitches,
my life bleeds

Again, l call out for you
This time with confidence
An excited child, a tremble
on a ledge high above the world
wanting to take the leap
while still a little afraid to fall.

Tell me I have wings and can fly
Take me up in your currents
wrap me in your arms of sky
and lead me to the edge, over
and back again

I'm ready for you
Come to me now,

"Inspiration."
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#519 Feb 20, 2013
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.

The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.
Away, melancholy.

Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.
Away melancholy, let it go.

Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man’s thoughts, be good?
Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man’s good, growing,
By man’s called God.
Away, melancholy, let it go.

Man aspires
To good,
To love
Sighs;

Beaten, corrupted, dying
In his own blood lying
Yet heaves up an eye above
Cries, Love, love.
It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#520 Feb 20, 2013
I remember the dream of rust on its own vague terms:
dredging the canal as though it were oneself,
hoping for trinkets that fix life to a landscape of flowers and trash,
and settling for bothering the levee with a stick,
notching my time card in the holy city.

In the margins of sky and dust­­­­­––distance specific to the dream of distance––
the thought of water comes on like vanity. It is error,
as are the certainties of children, to make much of the dumb bend of sun
on copper, to heed what God writes in the sand with his pretty little feet.

Crows flood from the factory shell and out over trump ground,
into the easy marriage of actuality and nothingness that is the long patina
of days, drunk on lawn seed and disquiet.
I remember it again, but differently. Archipelagos of debris and glow,
stars fashioning what light benefits the dead…
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#521 Feb 20, 2013
Plastic-sheathed roses embroider the dark.
Set to volplane
we take photo-triptychs,
each of the other.

Moments of daring oscillate in the strangers
we become.
And arms betray us,
they link our assembly of states,
ventriloquised,
cravassed by cloud, echoes, reason’s
sastruga faults, whole continents of inaccuracy
rumoured, unrumoured.

Making for the many, syllables cleft as we inhale
olfactory flakes, a wrapping scrapes the asphalt
in our roan-coloured quarter.

Parting, of course, is not
sinking like some Titanic hybrid,
cobalt-feathered
favouring métissage,
but a cold coming--—

So riddled.........
are we?
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#522 Feb 20, 2013
My dear Catriona, I’m listening
This is where the world begins.......

When I lay on the bridge the city flattens
If we lived together I wouldn’t be bored right now, making stuff etc.
The doctor got off the couch,
Said I’m not dying but he can’t be sure
I put my head in a cloud and really learn to breathe
Just in time for the wedding..
The same picture in every horizon
A woman having her hair bobbed and a deserter from the navy are the images for the full moon today
Once I lived in a place where the mountains would
glare down upon our symbolism and noise
Before you, the pattern of reality changes
A balloon ride is right around the corner from your office, where the meaning is new but words have the same vibrations live a life on one
Smart people have the worst nightmares they say
To lay a pattern in order to survive a future crisis
Hot wind untangles complicated worries of the day
And blows all the tarot cards off of the table
Am I wasting my life?
Watching the leaves go like that toward the sky
What is the river doing?
Staring up at the bright ass sun
I want to make something two thousand people like
Daylight blankets what’s cared for and not cared for... Shitfaced, I demand human touch, Dreaming, I cosmically rule The doctor’s a surfer
He rides from the window to my room
I filmed it at night I return to the sea
The facts in this case haven’t changed
Moon in Aquarius pushes us forward into our vision of the future
This morning they mowed the lawns, all day the breeze blows sweet, Here I made a memory
You can have it, Shake out the quilt of everyday talk To get at a vision of light and pleasure
Where on water each ship is a promise
White sails of white satin sorrow
Roll your neck to the left and the right
To receive a change in headspace or a mystical gift like a polka dot dress
A nap drifted in and out of my mind
All things for santeros, but forget all that
Here I am brand new
Lush as a dream, too punk for a sad heart
Tell him the panther caps are in the mail
And the black candles I never burned
Tell him my palm lines say wherever people go people are in love
Tell him I’m in the countryside with all my sorry breaths
Tell him I’m on my knees with my hands to the sun
Tell him he’s trapped, sure to make a tragic move
Tell him about the tulips with the pistils made of crystal
Tell him inside me there is an unsunny afternoon
Tell him to take his eyes out of my neck
Moon in Gemini squares Jupiter making today for releasing things forever
Like a fraying black cape or unreliable refrigerator
There’s a light outside that is too bright to bring in
Before wet weather bird cries come quick on the air
Grope at the sky and pull down black clouds
In them sew the last days
Here becomes worshipped what is easy to understand why
I left the note: Yes, this is exactly how it feels!
She is, I’ve heard, still alive, combing down snows from the side of a mountain
It melts into a creek where the farm kids bathe
Their symbols are all the rainbows
They grow into music
Then they get birds and the behavior of birds
The old get public parks
Let the dying have a view of the mountains
Stars are for later
Pull me through a dream
Every idea, of course, is a spell
Mix four ounces of rosewater and pour it into a bowl
Carve one side of a thick white candle with a quick portrait of yourself
Rub a layer of amyris oil around the side of the candle and inside the grooves
Place equal parts frankincense and copal resin in a cauldron
Slowly light the edge of the mix in a crescentic circle
Light the candle
Cut past remorse and future trepidation
Tilt your palm toward the center of the bowl
A turn in weather provokes emotional rush
Memorize the shapes as the drops touch the water
Memorize the sounds,This is what you own
Reach through the sunny dust of day
To ripple the still, farther out than earth ships could be
To go into it means to make a mark in the dirt
Moon in Aquarius pushes us forward into a vision of the future........

An entire forest just for you

Since: Sep 09

Location hidden

#533 Mar 18, 2013
It is not sex that gives pleasure, but the lover.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

Location hidden

#537 Mar 20, 2013
Simply deVine wrote:
At dusk the streetlights stand like beacons to the underworld, a girl runs toward me beaded with rain
and sweat.
I think husk, wheels.....seeds rattle, shake loose and a candle is held to the egg's red mass she is
too young to see.
In Pompeii those bodies are not bodies but plaster poured into the cavity where a body once lay, no less a hand pushing back ash, no less a woman with her unborn child twisting for a pocket of air,
the forge, the fire, the glimpsed blade, a door we close quickly, just as my brother said Now I know I will die, and I thought of course and not me in the same second.
We kept driving, arrived at the airport and the next day our mother did die....
Aria, the birds rising at the sound of the explosion and plums, succulent ashy, burnished.
Walking down the Spanish Steps on a Sunday morning in October, no one there yet, Keats' window open,
you said ten or fifteen years from now when I am gone, come back.
You touched our absence from each other, the fifteen years ahead you've always had.....when in dreams I am older and you remain as you were when we first met, before devotion was returned,
or was it that I let it be.....our lives together
suddenly recognizable as if seared pages have fallen from a larger book.
"Last"
Authored by Maxine Skates 2010, plagairized by adrain devine 2013...
http://poemflow.com/1042 #

Reported!
Spam

United States

#539 Mar 21, 2013
SPAM!
to Amy

Lynchburg, VA

#570 Apr 8, 2013
Simply deVine wrote:
Your mouth comes to me, only your mouth.
It comes flying,
dragonfly of blood, suddenly ablaze
that puts fire to my this night of ashes.
All the salt of the sea dwells in her,
all the rumor of the sea,
all the foam.
Mouth for the kisses drawn,
where your tempting tongue sleeps.
All the wine of the world is in your mouth,
all the sin,
and all the innocence.
Mouth that keeps silence when to tell a secret.
Your mouth, capable of all the truth,
of all the truth and the lie.
Laughter from your mouth awakens the day.
(Lightning of snow is there in your laughter).
Like a troop of colts, the kisses
Of your sweet mouth knock me down;
your mouth, an errant butterfly,
your alien mouth gets blurred
in the circle of my night and ashes.
u r stupid & make ur self sound like u r trying real hard to sound intellectual and ur NOt!
to Amy

Lynchburg, VA

#571 Apr 8, 2013
How do u care for ur kids?
When u set up all night trying to be a poet? I bet u lay around all day and let the lil ones run wild. Wait ate u related to Melissa

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