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Once was Once I
mince courage
liquid sheer
here is the roundel rib
the bulb shard light
fingering the dark
jackals and jeckyl
lurching and the wall
the wall hurts
the window is full
full of tears
the fuel of fear
licking bruises
the scream
is long
as long as the
hall is lonely
and in the garage
sweet perfume of
exhaust
and purring cylinders
swirl
coma
collage
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Ian.T
Thu, 2012-06-14 03:16
Steve
Sweet dreams in your dance of death, there are many that do dance with the exhausted gases.
Let us just say gases as they are not exhausted as they have the power over life and death to many people.
The crazy feelings that precluded the gas I just cannot go there as it is too dark even with the bulb shard light etching a scream across a room.
Hope there is never a need for you to visit this realm except to imagine and right as you have done beautifully, Yours Ian.T
PS:- beautifully what a contradiction with the balance of the poem against the read....La La
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Thu, 2012-06-14 07:24
these poems are hard to write
because they have
well
(here comes the pun)
They've been done to death!
All these image connections come
from books
science fiction and horror that I've
read through the ages
and strangely enough
vivid animation on the International Film Channel
when I had acess fo television full time
Trying to write something strange is
not easy at all
I've been watching David Lynch a lot lately
(not Twing Peaks)
I have not read Burroughs yet
I am saving that as he wrote a lot
when He was much older then I
still
thank you for your "P.S."
author commentIan.T
Thu, 2012-06-14 16:50
Steve
Sometimes we step outside our comfort zone in writing as you do, it is hard but your train of thoughts seems to adapt to those places,
I have a load of books up in the Attic by Denis Wheatley he wrote about the damned side and supernatural things with kidnap for sacrifice in modern times, there are several films made of his stories like "The Devil Rides Out" and "To the Devil a Daughter" these are easy to get and quite deep in some places. They are available on Amason...
It is a question of taste I have a couple of dozen of them but am off reading at the moment, and other books have priority.
I sent a book to Moonman a while back and it was about 100 years old, it was about poetry he was over the Moon with it, but I have quite a few and it was a pleasure to send something to someone that would use it properly.
Anyway must go for now , Take care Yours Ian.T
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Nordic cloud
Sat, 2012-06-16 04:23
Wolf or not wolf
And yet....
there is a whiff of Shakespeare in the wording Sire...
"Lafew: I have seen a medicine
That's able to breathe life into a stone,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With spritely fire and motion, whose simple touch
Is powerful ....."
All's Well That Ends Well Act 2, scene 1, 72–78
I couldn't find exactly what I wanted, its hidden in
the thousands of words of the bard that
I have read and heard
throughout a lifetime!!!
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
loved
Mon, 2012-07-02 08:52
even if i try to understand the write
i feel
unashamed
to admit
i won't
you are exquisitely above all clouds
whether they pass by or shower ,
its hot in any case
for me to devour
the essence and depth you convey ,
as my head has gone
senile and grey
loved
Esker
Mon, 2012-07-02 17:28
Loved
writing to be somewhat held in mystery is a challenge
I did throw words together for years and knew they
were worthless I have thrown garbage bags of paper
boxes burned in the woodstove Year after year
before arriving here my works when I was younger
were not mature nor polished I am still quite immature
but working letters about Words in a flow that is my
own enough style is what I like... I wouldnt want to sound
like someone else and sometimes the random of
associating is a kind of language that only poetry can
afford for offering
what Im doing is far from new
but Im glad Im here at this age
and I keep saying and mean this
The older crowd has the visual history
memory time expanse to tell of
and the youth that can vividly portray
scenes today so well are amazing
on our rez the old offered to the very
young the viewpoints I valued both
distances If today my poetry offers
something of the inherited gift of
this ability then I am happy
i see it as something special to share
Thank You
author commentjudyanne
Sun, 2012-07-08 08:30
dark
great use of repetitive in
‘jackals and jeckyl
lurching and the wall
the wall hurts
… the window is full
… full of tears’
a powerful write esker
and an especially memorable ending
‘swirl … coma … collage'
worthy of much more than a single read
thanks for sharing
as usual, nothing to crit
love judy
xxxx
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