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LORNA

Submitted by Tam the Chanter on Tue, 2012-01-24 07:46

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LORNA

You glide between the coral heads
Then slowly traverse oyster beds.
Keep to the dappled light, for dark
Might hide a twelve-foot Mako shark.

A flick of flipper scares away
Inquisitive huge Manta Ray,
Who leaves with such majestic flight
His shadow blocks the warm sun's light.

Though none can see, I know you smile
At clouds of Clown fish, colours wild,
This warm, exciting, fish-filled sea
A wonderland for you, not me.

Workshop: 
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Vacantality

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-01-24 05:41

Hollow are my vacant, sullen eyes
the dreams I once possessed faded away,
my mind has lost it's train of thought completely
while the ache within my heart grows everyday.

How sad it is that friendship's lost it's luster
and stark reality can slap you in your face,
I try to bend but find my body breaking
hindering my efforts to keep pace.

I falter from my footing and my balance
my buddy "pain" has taken quite a toll,
age has help define my limitations
and that sour taste is etched upon my soul.

WINTER'S SONG

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-01-24 00:13

Just beyond the end of autumn
I hear the winter's call
and he arrives to slay the leaves
which, stubborn, clung through fall.

The land once green and full of life
has now grown cold and sere
and harvest's colors once so rife
no longer are seen here.

As white and silver coat descends
to cover silent land
the air once cool, turns frigid, clear
and quietens all at hand.

Workshop: 
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D I S H E V E L L M E N T S O F H O A R D E R

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2012-01-23 23:46

by rail divide me
plump in sections
that cool the passion
of taste
You succulent of poison
borne like hawkes
the prince theives
sabre

love is wicked
sear my flesh
where you shall
take leave your sworn
blood tears

calf skin gloves
silk serpent moult
on tenderling touch

this river black
wants you back
beneath the heady
sphere where
fortune tells
its ways

let me worry the
dark deed that grows
within

An older poem of mine for workshop, personally parsed for preparation

Submitted by wesley snow on Mon, 2012-01-23 22:38

 

A Terza Rima

I met/ a man/ who just/ the o/ther day
declared/ he wrote/ his po/etry/ for me.
“But we/ have on/ly met…”/ I tried/ to say.

He si/lenced me/ and said/ he did/ agree,
yet still/ each poem/ he writes/ is sure/ly mine.
I asked/ him to/ explain/ that I/ might see.

Workshop: 
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Dreams that follow me - Anapestic Tetrameter-need feedback

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Mon, 2012-01-23 20:22

I can not out run ghost living in empty space

Ghost which haunt night and day recurring every day

Dancing dreams of misdeeds live inside tortured me

Wondering when will I be let free finding peace

Eternal burning flame that won’t be ever quenched

Workshop: 
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Hands in pockets...

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Mon, 2012-01-23 18:18

Hands in pockets….

What of this state that we call death,
this coming of time you and I must
face it’s clear. We watch as others
young and old perish but could be
saved, my shame outweighs my fear
Why can’t we have a blind eye or turn
the other cheek, say, it’s only another
drought driven starving, no need for
us to speak.

Where are their leaders we cry slinking
away to the back of the crowd, it’s their
responsibility, we’ve done enough, and
my new X box is playing up for crying
out loud.

SEARCHING FOR BEAUTY

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-01-23 14:52

There's too much ugliness by far
in this day's society
murder by knife and gun or car
love and life spent recklessly

Drugs and corruption fill headlines
treason, rape, incest and worse
seeming to spread like kudzu vines
an infection with no cure

One must read far in the news
before there's any better views
yet even in the sporting pages
scandal sells the ink and paper

the Goddess meme

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-01-23 13:43

The morning wraps itself around you
with the terror of your skin,
your hands forgetting the way they
felt when you touched her in your dream,
you are humble in your agony and deeply
surrendered, for you have touched her
in your walking-away life, walking away like
the sky in nightfall.

Toys? (3rd stage meter workshop) styx

Submitted by Candlewitch on Mon, 2012-01-23 10:54

Toys?

I want to wind you up
Watch you gyrate and twirl
Lose myself in your spinning
(half spider/half demon girl)
When your momentum
Slows enough to trip you
I'll savor the flavor of cadmium...
I want to strip you
D
O
W
N
Listen to your clockwork heart
...dying...
Slowly in time
Replace your batteries...
So we can begin
Again
And again...

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