Awkwardly
pining,
little toes
cramping
belly forward
against the air
click
clack
duck on a string
dancing.
The powerful ‘real’
driving
Aching
Wishing
Knee’s up!
Full thrust
Forward
First
word
interest
in sert (i)t
To be found
In the carpenter
‘s’ (e c r e t)
tool
b o x
Across the room
GO
the missing
peace
within
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
STUPENDOUS!
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THANKyou! x
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Truly amazing…love it!
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Thanks David, it tickled me, all the possibilities, with this subject….i may play more with my pinocchio!
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gorsh!! very creative!
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thanks!
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Really enjoyed this, thank you!
anne
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you are welcome i love that you enjoyed
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Fantastic
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thanks I keep seeing more possibilities and word play..will have to write another maybe….
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yes please expand on this poem. I can feel it rattling under the pressure you place on every word placed by itself. The sound effect created by the words made me think of a metallic or wooden being and of course goes back to the title.
The painting seems to be of a woman in a kneeling position, maybe I’m wrong or maybe the word flirt is leading me there, hmmmm…
Nice one!
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well we will see what comes out in the next little while….the painting is of a woman shaped jigsaw piece ….like the bit thats missing that can be found in the tool box really could just be me!
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oh I see that now, thanks for the clarification!
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Well done!!!
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thankyou x
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First thing that came to my mind, Flirting Pinocchio made of wood … hmmm, are you referring to … A Woody? 🙂
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its funny that its the first thing that came to your mind! hehe…no i wasn’t but it does have the occasional euphemism that might make you lean that way…i was referring to the deep desire to be real/authentic… the carpenter and pinocchio are aspects of each other…..
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P.S. I do a lot of word association games, part of my therapy 🙂
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there is so many possibilities for that type of therapy in my poetry!
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Thank you for clearing that up the deeper poetry can be more difficult to understand. I’ve just begun learning how to read different types of poetry. I can now understand your meaning of the poem, very deep and really gets a person to stop and think on many levels. Peace
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Thanks for looking into it, as much as the poet might intend to convey something specific, it is the readers story that gets triggered and THAT is the true JOY of it all!
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I really like the parentheses 🙂
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thanks , its something i love doing and do much more of in my braver/weirder pieces!
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A play of words, flirting for every possibility, will await the conclusion!
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Magnificent ! A wonderful dissatisfied and dissonant feeling you describe ~Applause ~Sincerely Deborah
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WOW thanks a lot x
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I like the idea of Pinnochio pine (ing)
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of COURSE!!!!! how could i have missed that one x
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This is so beautiful, I love the quick imagery resulting from your line breaks. Nice!
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Thankyou very much, it is wonderful to know that pictures are springing up in your mind as a result of my words xx
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Bravo,
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Thanks x 🙂
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I adore this poem! Especially the last line about the ‘missing peace’. Because pinocchio is made up of pieces and is missing the ones that could make him a real boy and the peace that could come with that. I don’t know if I just read way too much into that or looked at it in a way you didn’t intended, but I thought you’d like to know I really enjoyed your poem!
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i do like to know that and you interpreted it exactly right!
xx
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Beautifully crafted. I heard that wooden duck being pulled across a hardwood floor. The whole poem reminded me of a toddler growing older and older and there is no more peace. Love it.
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what a wonderful and interesting insight… as a child i could not wait to grow up i truly yearned to be out of my small body and in a big one with more power….little did i know that i would feel much the same still rummaging in the carpenter’s tool box for the secret peace….
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How the table turns. I two wanted to grow up quickly and now i want to start over again. 🙂
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i know! and now the best we can do is a metaphoric youthing!
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lol yep.
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