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busdust animals
loll and swirl against
fake forest leather

peering
(around sable beaststrands,
sun-sullied to pyrite)
at a garbled missive

scratched and misconstrued,
its stories unvoiced-

"warm is uncomfortable;
cold is far worse."

g-rain evident-sYour subtle curves
a river's spills
until we reach
beach and banded
sands of brine deltas
near as nothing else
what dwells seaside
to real waves

so long
i've eyed
this place we
to-flow-gether
me with a

riverboat's
groom,
aseashell's
bride.

Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By Fragments

I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,

Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping

On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find

No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen

II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;

It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough

Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief

Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.

III.
Library books are beginning to pil

The 1st of October

A thousand tea drops
spilling from heaven-
cooling summer's breath

haikuwrimo - October 2007

Monday, 1st October 2007
a warm duvet,
almost a match for
wind and rain
Tuesday, 2nd October 2007
not just leaves
a golden bough
amongst the graves
Wednesday, 3rd October 2007
silly Tufty,
collecting acorns
in the road
Thursday, 4th October 2007
ginger cat
on a milestone
where are you going?
Friday, 5th October 2007
a sudden sneeze
chestnut leaves curl,
splotched overhead
Saturday, 6th October 2007
house cleaning
the brush fears
no spider
Sunday, 7th October 2007
gurgling downstairs
the washing machine
eats socks
Monday, 8th October 2007
only half a sandwich
in the peanut butter jar
Tuesday, 9th October 2007

Coffee and Bubble-gumThe spotlight flickered, trembled, like a pale, neurotic moth in a flame. Dimmed for a moment as the hidden crew adjusted the intensity and positioning, then settled comfortably down to watch, like another member of the audience.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously as she stared into the light like a cornered criminal or a moments-from-roadkill frightened doe. She was wearing sleek black heels, kind of strappy but with thick soles. They clunked on the wood of the stage in nervous taps, the sound floating over the audience heavily with every clump and shuffle of papers.

Just do it, already.

Somewhere in the back someone was c

108801PLANESCAPE

108801PLANESCAPE
your shiver-smile is exultant.

i thought that
while i waited for the
suns to fall,
i would sing quietly

of the planescapes;
these oceans.

and how we, hand in hand
held the rising
jewels of the eternal apex
in that void, brimming with
life and interstellar
particles

"your shiver-smile is exultant,"
i breathed in your ear
while you frosted over
the spaceplane
windows

and when again the suns
did climb to their zenith,
we were seen
as nothing less than
a double-helix
made of superstrings

©

a flicker of, somethingi hid oceans in my pockets,
we spoke
of the logistics of clovers, and you
spun desires into
framed tapestries,
already lined with dust,
perhaps it was an accidental
triangulation-embodying the whiplash
of a 'c'. (the contracts slipped from between my fingers,
and i turned to go

cover my childhood in sheets.)

i am made of glasshold me
up to the light
and you will find her
smudged around my heart--
a tangled interstate of
fingerprints
with no exits.

The Arabian MarketThe Arabian Market
For Kit Alspach

For no purple turbaned merchants
do I lift my Bedouin veil.
I shall not dart my dove-eye
to the gold trinket
juggler. His wares are wax
they cause no storms. They cause
only tiny possessions, tiny incisions.
I have spoken with him, the sage.
It is you, reckless Aborigine
it is you and nothing else.

You slip through
the cracks of smiles upon which
I stumble.
In the tent of yellow irises and desert
jasmine, you seek me. Your
altar beckons me there.
It is here and nowhere else.

But you have taken your queen
and hidden her in the mountain shrine.
Should I meet you, wou

A driftwood Essayforever and flawless
those un-plucked flowers
pressed in poetry volumes
and the ocean.

oddities of memories
as river stones, well rounded
in their patient education;
as punctuated coffee stains,

those discarded sutras
by accidental monks,
who learned calligraphy from
the rain.

what clever lines
the cipruss roots, embroidered
with lichen 'nd worm trails.
how fertile those monks are now,

as love is recorded
diligently, in chronicles
of a child stomping in
the rain.

xcutiexprincessx69I waited a half an hour to see if you'd get online
and now that you are I'm waiting 5 minutes
to greet you so I don't seem clingy or desperate.

Then you ask about my day followed by a sideways smiley face
colon: parenthesis)

And I make up something about a 2 mile walk-
when in reality all I did was watch back to back episodes
of Star Trek: Deep Space 9.

Then I sit back and wait because you seem to be typing an awful lot,
but in 5 minutes when I receive the message it's just the letters "L O L"
A secret code that means you have nothing interesting to say,
and neither do I but comfortable silence doesn't exist on the Internet.

So I

10 moments of silence

[Ten moments of silence.]

I

I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.

II

My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.

Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.

I can breathe.

III

The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.

I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined

101412PARALLAX

101412PARALLAX
per aspera, ad astra.

to the angel of the halls of time:

in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes

she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end

sometime in the past, wherewith all things were
one, it seemed like it would only be forever from

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War, In Black and LightI step into His black hole every night,
slapping at gnats to save my nose.
I skate, bare feet on carpet, scooting
the land mines laid before me.

I say, he wants a war I'll give him one,
cep it'll be written to a script
of the Anglo-Zanzibar War.

My march down hall isn't presented
by a drum roll or trumpets, only an iPod.
My torso doesn't have a sash of .50 caliber rounds.
I have a destination, my "Little Boy" and "Fat Man"
and a blueprint embedded in my mind
such as when you stare at light
then suddenly close your eyes.

I reach my lamp, and let Little Boy loose.
Darkness didn't have a chance to cry,
and like Hiroshima it was

War, In Black and Light v.COMPOLD VERSION TITLED: APPLIANCE

A darkened room
swallows all as
black can capture
and overcome anything;
almost.

But the lamp is my weapon,
and I will use it well.
I go into battle,
hardy and trained;
sort of.

The pitch is heavy
and well balanced
against me.
Blindness is my
downfall, until...
Aha!

I overthrow my enemy
after a long hard swim
through the darkest
of shadows,
and turn the lamp switch on.

NEW VERSION (since I don't suck as fiercely as I used to)

I step into His black hole every night,
slapping at gnats to save my nose.
I skate, bare feet on carpet, scooting
the land mines laid before me.

I say, he wants a

Throne of the EyeWrought of dust, and bequeathed by Fertility's
demise, I Osiris was a seed on a single grain
of sand. I brought vitality to shadows, creating
men. I brought Akhet, Peret, Shemu through
the Nile, yielding alimental fields.
Osiris breathed as one with his people,
a Sky of Wind, but not without a Storm:
to Set, my brother, I rendered despair;
their esteem of me colored his eyes
wickedly of fervent dissimulation.

Taking great knowledge alloted by god of Fire,
He crafted a casket of Merit claiming:

I ExistI have turned every corner and stumbled
on stony ground only to catch shadows
that circumvent the day.

Like you, they turn from what they must face,
thieves of their own right, prowling on victims
armed with only intentions.

I've told others I would die for you, and die
is what I've done, but differently: a death
that moves like dandelion seeds,
holding up the notion of air.

A LifetimeI'm dragging beneath the clock's slow decay,
my mind decomposed by curdled youth.

I've sang all tunes that can span decades,
decades which cycle like days to nature.
I've yet to find a wooden room to bed.

They've told me I'm a wallet of grief,
a blanket of childhood memories,
one that will endure testaments
and will see the sun until its end.

I want to prove them wrong,
to join the Son in a galaxy
where the decades can fade
far from the ashes of times rust.

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You Underneath

by ~Amalgamadora, Aug 30, 2006, 8:09:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

You
underneath,
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
underneath
you.

Silence,
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
silence.

You
underneath
brushing the willow,
silence!
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
silence,
brushing the willow
underneath
you.

You Underneathby ~Amalgamadora

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

This is experimental, so I'm open to any ideas along with critique. There is a meaning, but the poem is basically up for interpretation. Thanks for reading.

[EDIT] Wow, a DD. I never though that could happen. Thanks so much *salshep and ^PoeticWar. Words cannot express my gratitude.

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You Underneath by *Amalgamadora is an interesting execution of an original form. ( Suggested by `salshep and Featured by `PoeticWar )

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~GraveDancer23 Jan 11, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

I think this may well be my favourite poem so far. You say it's up for interpretation but I don't think that's required, the sound of the words and the way you've used them are beautiful enough without thinking about what they might actually mean. I find the sound of the words kind of soothing.

~mesmeric-revelation Aug 25, 2007

beautiful in many ways, i enjoyed reading this piece

~Amalgamadora Oct 21, 2007

why thanks

You'll probably be confused about this. im a little slow with replies haha.

~mesmeric-revelation Oct 23, 2007

you're welcome, and i was

~flutterbyfae Mar 24, 2007 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

I like the imagery, but it's the symmetry that is enchantingly intriguing for me.
_{It inspires me to try that myself, but words aren't exactly my strong point.}

~Amalgamadora Apr 4, 2007

Why thanks for the fave and comment! The symmetry was actually a little difficult to pull off, but I think it worked for the best in the end

Sorry this is so late. I procrastinate my message box like you wouldnt believe lol.

~flutterbyfae Apr 29, 2007 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

In any case, it was well worth the effort

(And no worries about message box procrastination--I completely understand, lol)

~feedyouth Feb 25, 2007

I loved the structure, the fullfilment of the poem is brilliant. I think the connection between the words is very strong. It's really great!!

~Amalgamadora Feb 28, 2007

Thanks for the comment, and +fav!

~feedyouth Mar 1, 2007

you're very good!

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