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AppleDore

roll you away
your rotten to the core
bad for the teeth
Though your sweet
and swift
with the flesh much tempting

Oblivion twixt jars full of
sun
the dappled hair
in clouds shoulder
Your color emerges
from the shade
of your brow
and the illness
milling for a row
pulls against its
stays

Gleaming buffed
on a garment
skipping a tune

with both hands
leaning
like a heart
shiny and dripping

I taste a hunger
That need
wanted

do I descend
to the coma landz
you can keep me
from my wanders

Have I favored
you enough
Your hard
core
heart>?

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in that death now see's his shadow shallow, a gypsies love finds still wanderers of graves... absolutely, i loved the piece its admirable

Gypsies...Never thought about it like this..
the Love being transiant...
moving about the landcape of the mind
and heart..soul and history

Thank you!

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get over it.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

thank you for the very strange comment...
Are you feeling okay!
it is mothers day!

Toxic Love! Why Dont you Title this as a poem my
"brother"
just in from chatting with my "brother"
nothing like a harley..
or computers..
or women
or brilliant people who love computers
like "Toxic Love" and can ride the serpents
beneath the surface
like the Underworld
far and very wide...................................................................................

and...I Loved my sisters..
brilliant people

10:10...to 10:42,,,05 05 015..........

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ignore me.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

But delving is a mirror...Love I have always said is a
strange creature.......One of my most favourite
paintings I remember was the Medusa ......
turn of the century....The gorgoth style..Goya type
Greek kind of expression......I restrict the writing to
contemporary of my time Love and try to write in
a non defined sex....The Old Orgami...

I like the soft writes....the fun witty...sepia tinge..pastels
is okay....and The graphix novel kind of feel to a lot
of them too...Poety was half of where I lived at times
Burroughs and Kerouak and Sexton just wrote what
they actually lived...One can imaging all one wants
and never quite deliver.....And one can try to write
about it and never quite get to it...

Bad Hair day........
I can give you a haircut!!!

cheers

..

PS.....Bukowski sat in his grinding mind numbing
jobs for years paying bills.raising his families..
drinking beer...Pretty much exactly like a lot
of people...He just stuck it out and wrote...
He didnt let the system get him down...
he kept going at it.....He kept cranking out
the paperwork.....that was a voice that
evolved with the walking...the years of that
kind of toil....

He had a lot of bad hair days too
everyone has them
but there is more then just that...
and more to the world then what
we find unsettling or should be
attended too

I write...i want to write
i spent my life bitching
about behind the scenes
and nothing would get
done in the world if
the world was supposed
to run as society thinks
it should...

Toxic...

Our power ..our fuel..
our waste...
radioactivity when we have
cancer..Ie chemotherapy
is toxic...

Horse racing they would
give the horses a shot
of arsenic to shoot their
system into the shock
to make them survive
...Flight AND fight..

I knew a few horse
people and not farmers..etc...

and I spend a lot of time
on my twenty one speed
getting about...

so Im a Bikee kind of chap!
another world...

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