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MoaninBecomesProsaica\LeadsTheeWay[to/from)1963
deep in thee box back
in the box fornow forwhen
again,
softpetals
peddled by selfsoft-sellin'souls
serving to pleas,pleas me,
pleas &thankyou b'rushed
onto every eyebrow-enhanced
remolding proceedure-----------
\
then, as now,eye'm
devoidled by yOur
poetry,poet,(let-me-pet-yr)
poodle,puddling wit thee
other godDogs,life as
fresh'n'sweet as a detergent
breeze'blown
sentiment scent from mamma's
washmachine,nostalgia from a
rather LongIsland neworld gone
old too long ago.
\
50yrs was 1/2century
50yrs was 1/2century
50yrs was 1/2century
agone....the oldsouls
gone for dead,relieved
of any exigence toward
panic or even mild hubbub -
seems a-long-way
to 'where' eye sits now,
dizzying in brevity,
pointless as pain
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Published 10th Apr 2013
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blackberries
wild blackberries
wild blackberries growing on an embankment next to a path in Sausalito in nineteen seventy four
succulent dusty blackberries
warm in the midday sun
mmm
thanks for reminding me of that time
wild blackberries
wild blackberries growing on an embankment next to a path in Sausalito in nineteen seventy four
succulent dusty blackberries
warm in the midday sun
mmm
thanks for reminding me of that time
11th Apr 2013 4:42am
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11th Apr 2013 11:29am
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11th Apr 2013 1:40pm
thank you Aman
tis a great-gift that even so few folks round here can respond to whatever this is I write, the way y've responded here.....
bless ye,kid
tis a great-gift that even so few folks round here can respond to whatever this is I write, the way y've responded here.....
bless ye,kid
11th Apr 2013 1:58pm
Between life crap, I have a few minutes to read... *sighs*
My meaning for existence. lol
As a housewife, your wash machine line hit home. I often wonder as I am tapping something out why would anyone want to hear what an old lady has to say. Do I sound like my damn wash machine, grinding nonsense ?
I'm a used appliance, worn, and torn. lol
Probably ain't gonna shut me the fuck up though. lol
Understand the "years" behind this Daniel :)
My meaning for existence. lol
As a housewife, your wash machine line hit home. I often wonder as I am tapping something out why would anyone want to hear what an old lady has to say. Do I sound like my damn wash machine, grinding nonsense ?
I'm a used appliance, worn, and torn. lol
Probably ain't gonna shut me the fuck up though. lol
Understand the "years" behind this Daniel :)
11th Apr 2013 3:07pm
thank ye,dear one....
so glad you were able to find some relativity here.
The Prosaic can be every bit as poignant as any pro'fund'itty...providing ye can knock a hole or two in one's own prosaic walls to see thru it.
Perspective despoiled by our own Subjective Projections chronically misperceived as Reality/Truth
so glad you were able to find some relativity here.
The Prosaic can be every bit as poignant as any pro'fund'itty...providing ye can knock a hole or two in one's own prosaic walls to see thru it.
Perspective despoiled by our own Subjective Projections chronically misperceived as Reality/Truth
11th Apr 2013 3:18pm
"The Prosaic can be every bit as poignant as any pro'fund'itty...providing ye can knock a hole or two in one's own prosaic walls to see thru it."
Bingo ;)
Emotions are emotions are emotions, like underwear, we all gott'em. But...
a little bare commando ass shining through ?
There's the streak huh ? lol
Bingo ;)
Emotions are emotions are emotions, like underwear, we all gott'em. But...
a little bare commando ass shining through ?
There's the streak huh ? lol
11th Apr 2013 5:04pm
11th Apr 2013 4:17pm
i loved the poem... but i also really like the picture with this one =].
it's eerie, like looking at ghosts or something.
it's eerie, like looking at ghosts or something.
yes....I love makin pixtrs like that & it's sweet when someone appreciates them...just like wit my arcane pooms
PS: I made the photo from a scene in an old silent film by a very young Alfred Hitchcock entitled "The Farmer's Wife"...which is a very sentimental old-fashioned love story...not the type of film Hitch later became famous for.
PS: I made the photo from a scene in an old silent film by a very young Alfred Hitchcock entitled "The Farmer's Wife"...which is a very sentimental old-fashioned love story...not the type of film Hitch later became famous for.
