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12-29-2011, 05:34 PM | #1 |
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why things burn
My fire-eating career came to an end
when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal pins between my teeth. I forget the difference between seduction and arson, ignition and cognition. I am a girl with incendiary vices and you have a filthy never mind. If you say no, twice, it's a four-letter word. You are so dirty, people have planted flowers on you: heliotropes. sunflowers You'll take anything. Loves me, loves me not. I want to bend you over and whisper: "potting soil," "fresh cut”. When you made the urgent fists of peonies a proposition, I stole a pair of botanists' hands. Green. Confident. All thumbs. I look sharp in garden shears and it rained spring all night. 1,000 tulips burned to death in Amsterdam. We didn't hear the sirens. All night, you held my alibis so softly, like taboos already broken. ~ Daphne Gottlieb |
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Yes, *that* Suzanne Somers...
Extra Love
~by Suzanne Somers Sometimes I wonder If there's enough love to go around. All the people I know grasp for it The ladies whose husbands drift away The men whose wives have forgotten to care The children standing on their heads to be noticed And, well, I might as well admit it Me--how about me? Sometimes I wonder if there's enough love to go around With all the pain and longing. But one thing is sure: If anyone has any extra love Even a heartbeat Or a touch or two I wish they wouldn't waste it on dogs.
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Stars - Emily Bronte
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And, with a full heart's thankful sighs, I blessed that watch divine. I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me; And revelled in my changeful dreams, Like petrel on the sea. Thought followed thought, star followed star Through boundless regions on; While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through, and proved us one! Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure a spell; And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek, Where your cool radiance fell? Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight, His fierce beams struck my brow; The soul of nature sprang, elate, But mine sank sad and low. My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him, blazinig, still, And steep in gold the misty dale, And flash upon the hill. I turned me to the pillow, then, To call back night, and see Your words of solemn light, again, Throb with my heart, and me! It would not do - the pillow glowed, And glowed both roof and floor; And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door; The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise, And give them leave to roam. O stars, and dreams, and gentle night; O night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you! |
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Look it up
*The Cold Within* was written by Richard Kinney - I won't post it here - but do look it up...Very deep....
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Climb Inside of Me
I told my woman,
I said, Woman I ain't in the mood for no girl to girl love the kind that's only made when the moon is full, and the cat is fed I've been waiting for you on the edge of the bed, there is a stairwell to the left a ladder to the right, take any route you like but, you hurry and climb inside of me, I need to feel your body weight pressing into mine, as I tear at the flesh on your round behind, Please Now, don't go P.C. all over me I want to hear you call out my name, along with God's, Jesus, and all twelve apostles let's not wrestle with semantics there ain't no other way to say it there ain't no other way to claim it, except to say, I need some woman to woman love some of that sweat pouring, politically incorrect arching my back taking no prisoners neighbors banging on the wall, kind of love need you ready and willing, to come and climb inside of me. ~ Doris L. Harris |
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