Tag: romance
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Flyer Poem #150: Verbal First Draft
Should have said it anyway. Should have traveled the road not yet taken. Should have gone to the spirit of the stairway. Should have had the decency to listen. Now, the pale ice caps have liquefied to the bottom of the river of grandeur. The heat wave has frozen over as a new age hell.…
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Timber
We split like firewood; I’ve seen it in movies. One long thwack and we were clear of each other, clean. I never thought I could feel so splintered. You fueled a lot of my fire. Not with, dare I say, wilderness survival in mind, but with gallons of unleaded gasoline, all tipped over, pouring…
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Two Lips! Click!
Nothing is sadder than two lips meeting again for the first time in a long time, they’re basically strangers Nothing’s more awkward than that hallway dance of, “who’s going which way?” Switch, and ebb, and flow, but no one’s truly wanting to go, so, they both stay pressed against the other for nostalgia …
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Co-Dependent (One Foot)
I’m in aisle two, couple frozen pizzas under my arms, when I turn the corner on my way to grab pretzels. We could heat up the chicken, make some rice, cut vegetables. My mind is on our dinner, my stomach growls as a realization snaps my rose-colored glasses in half, fresh memories that…
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For The Unknown
I want the late-night calls I want the nights where we’re not sure who fell asleep first but we wake up together I want the times where you show up at my door without warning I want to know what songs get stuck in your head But I don’t who you are yet I just…
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Split Apart
Ash shall mark my forehead; my lips shall feast upon stone— Lest fragments of breath fill me up; I’ll be cold and as dusty as bone. Let wine wet my forehead, let scales seal my eyes, let my hair be tangled in name— Let life bring me verses of hearts recognized; ignited twin spirits of…
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Naked Vicar
Ruth, Epiphany (Sunday, 6th January) She looked contemptuously at the portrait she had just finished; Mr E. A. Adonis had been dismissive and rude when she had gone to his house to take preliminary photographs for the painting and had then made several attempts to pat her bottom, and the finished portrait clearly showed her…
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Shooting Star
Like a shooting star across the sands of time your breath in the snow trails like crystallized ice in a galaxy lost in the world of far, far away beyond the silence that is all roses. Brief moments glisten in moist patches of memory, fragments, shards, jagged remnants of places and events. How knowing is…
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Dreaming of Beth
She descends from a crevasse in the grey mountain piercing infinity gaping holes in the space time continuum at the event horizon those eyes simply stop curving time bending strings of theory like a gentle harp penetrating chords of light expanding beyond the silence of neutrinos
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Amongst the Gentiles
“How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?/ If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.” Psalm 137 One Every morning I get…
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My Top 10 Movies of All Time… as of yesterday
Flickchart liberates and frustrates. It frees us if three movies are all five-star movies. We can discover the champ. However it presents two problems: (1) people like me don’t have time to rank ten-thousand times and so establish normalcy on their flickchart and (2) it seems every third movie I add to the list changes up…
