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Literature
Minute for Andrew
The lion roared from the bedroom
A wild creature
Teeth crunch down the
Tamers remains
I run out through the wooden door
As he screeches
In the living
Room.  Gallop home.
Andrew apologizes for
His fathers’ words.
He didn’t know
That I was there.
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Literature
Awkward Poseidon
I am a foaming sea
A cresting of white caps
Crashing against her toes
As she sits on a pier
The water that rushes
She laughs at the feeling
Of sea between her toes
The water that rushes
I wish I were greater
Than the endless oceans
She gets into her car
Drives 'till she sees him.
I keep crashing the shore
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Literature
Poseidon
I am a foaming sea
A cresting of white caps
Crashing against her toes
As she sits on a pier
The water that rushes
She laughs at the feeling
Of sea between her toes
The water that rushes
I wish I were greater
Than the endless oceans
She gets into her car
Drives 'till she sees him.
I keep crashing the shore
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Literature
not sure of title
The seat by the wing
Again.
I simply can’t accept
Sitting by the wing
Again.
The back seat.
Row 14.
Next to the lavatory.
Same older gentleman
Can’t stop pissing.
I am the kid
Sitting in the rear-facing
Seat of the station wagon.
A tag along.
First passenger on,
Last off.
37 year old
Seated in front of me watching Sponge Bob
Seems to be the only friendly soul left.
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Literature
An Ode: To His...
“Margaret are you grieving
over Goldengrove unleaving?”
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
To one of those who would wrap the world up
In one ball, one of those with world enough
And time, and coyness never would disrupt
Time.
Though I don’t claim to be a Prince Hamlet
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I disappear in the life of winters.
I walk around till town would vanish,
Till the game we play completes with a fold,
Until Goldengrove receives no more tears
Dear Margaret.
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Literature
first time i saw the ocean
my foot touched
almost water
more resistance though
dead creature, “poor thing” i said
“happens a lot, just look” paul told me
looked forward, saw all the jellyfish
washed up on the shore, next to sticks and cigarette
butts.
sat for a minute near the animal
we walk past because it happens a lot
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Literature
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A Poem Written During a Hail Storm
Dappled wings flapping
Mid-flight on sparrows
Remind of the moments
That the wind blew
Around leaves near
Your feet.
Today walking through
Swamps in the front lawn
A bird flew away when I
Got too close
And I could only
Think of you
Even though my
Socks were soaked.
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Literature
A Poem for She
She, She, She…
Always concerned for She
Am I
I, slightly less of a word than She
I am He
Or so I claim to be
This He who writes for She
She asked He to write her a poem
It doesn't have to be about me
She told He
It just has to be a poem
Perhaps about the ocean
So He sits and attempts to write a poem
For her, for this She
He tries to write
Yet
Words don't seem strong enough
The normal choices:
Fine and sublime don't quite
Make the mark
And further choices:
Bewitching and marvelous
Come slightly closer
He could take a line from Jimi Hendrix
To deal with a "Foxy Lady"
Maybe someone else could have done
Better than He
I certainly am no better than He
(They should have sent one of the Romantics to wax and wane poetic)
He is simply not a good enough writer
To write for She
I simply can't write anything good enough for She
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Literature
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A Poem Written While Listening to the Black Keys, Again
I've just finished
butting the needle on the vinyl
by the time you've left
it's Rubber Factory this time
Dan and Pat
wail away
I can't help
but think you
would never
want me to begin with
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Literature
In an Airport
He looked a little bit like me
A little thinner
With longer hair
And a striped tie
Not exactly pin striped
But not exactly not pin
Stripped.  Reading
What appeared to be a style
Magazine that he found; most likely,
On the floor.
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Literature
I've Never
I've never been able,
My mother standing there
Watching,
To say things to people
I want to say.
Perhaps it's the sun
considering
I haven't said
Anything during
day time hours
To you.
But the problem
Isn't mine.
I blame it entirely
On you.  Had you
Not been so perfect
I wouldn't have had
To worry about this
At all.
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Literature
Ground
The ground is snow
Or at least
It seems like snow
With all this cold
air.  When
I fall down the concrete
lacerates my face.
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Literature
No Alarms
Alarms sounding as I continue
To lie in bed attempting
Sleep.  Another night in vain.
Garbage that flows
From under my bed astounds.
Trip on the way out,
Fall through the carpet
To the ground.
Getting out is easy;
It's burning alive.
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Literature
Title will not fit 2
Regarding the Quilt used During the Movie
Throw the quilt
Onto our legs
If you want to stay
Warmer.  My
Right leg
Rubs against
Your sweat pants
It's all I can do
To kiss you.
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Literature
Regarding Cyrano De Bergerac
I wrote a letter today
Addressed to your initials.
Too scared to send
My letter to you
I hid it in the cellar
And sent to you under
A different name.
It had words
And I will try
To say them to you.
I'll try not to wait
As long as Cyrano did.
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Literature
No Title
Speaking in a passive voice
While the floats and the pilots
Fly everything over the sea
And watch parades go careening past
And glass shards smash into skinned knees
Thick hides may not always save us
From our dangerous lives
Thinking of signs and tarot cards
I want to state the obvious.
Those things I've never
Been able to
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Jordan Hunt
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Current Residence: Salisbury North Carolina
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Tierrato Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2007
Salisbury eh? Home of the Food Lion grocery chain.
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Misplaced-Karma Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2006
Hey, it's Jackson. Prospective. Yeah. Your stuff is compact. I likes it.

Peace.
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art-it-up Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2006
thanks for the fave on my glacier pic :D
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Orangesuitcases Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2006
i really love it
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TheNikmeister Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2006
Thanks for the add deary ::excited::
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Orangesuitcases Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2006
NO!!! thank you for your add!
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