There’s a new sensation
in the town houses and skyscrapers that fill my body
my universe
a deep vibration
a tingling
a buzzing
a warming of the cockles
a climbing of the vertebra
toe by toe
the field is brimming
the silver army
heads so high
eyes shimmering
the night has touched the sea
and we are kneeling
on a sharp reflection
of fire
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
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.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Love HRH rhyme and rhythm in this one
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thankyou for making me feel intelligent! I don’t even know what i do, but i enjoy doing it x
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Exultant!
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oh NEW word!! thank you x
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You have such a way of taking me places far away, it’s just magic. I think you do magic.
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you do magic
really really
i love magic and it thrills me to contemplate the idea that poetry can be like magic…
i read somewhere that children who grow up with the experience of believing in something you can’t see (like easter bunnies and gods and such) are luckier than those who don’t… when I thought about this it connected on a fundamental level to finding our power and discovering th magic in which we are able to manifest and create through the arts and simply the magic of being alive…. there IS a magical intelligence in the cells…im sure of it
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Amazing picture and words š
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Thanks xx I forgot to title it!
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the ecstasy of language!!…………(lights up cigarette)..
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hahaH thats great enjoy your ciggy, lover
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once again your poetry fills me with magic and awe….thank you! love, lisa
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Thanks for the opportunity to wave my magic wand i love that you love xx
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gorgeous words & art
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x Thankyou xx
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And the blind did see! Wonderful wonder!
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:-)))))
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My cockles are nice and toasty now. š I love the image brought forward in “sharp reflections of fire”, and also love that my knees involuntarily recoil a little at the thought of kneeling on sharp fire…image or not.
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oh your knees KNOW
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Your silver army is far too radiant, too far beautiful, too much delicate. It sparkles like mars in mayX Gloriously.
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OH Mars in May! that is a huge compliment because as everyone knows there is no known place in this universe that outshines Mars in May ….LOVE LOVE LOVE to you xxx
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