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PLAY MISTY FOR ME

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2013-01-06 04:19

PLAY MISTY FOR ME

In a mist of mushroom gray
swirls of yellow play
their yellow mellow melodies.
and in a sea of poppy red
I contemplate when I’ll be dead
but I’m so stoned
it matters not
Pass the hookah and the pot.

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Seren

Sun, 2013-01-06 05:02

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I love it ... It has a feel all its own
Nice work

Bravo

It creates ambiance

Love your jayne xxxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Geremia

Sun, 2013-01-06 15:44

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Thanks, my Jane. Too bad the"stuff' doesn't wrk. lol

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Jenifer James

Sun, 2013-01-06 05:27

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Very cool. Made me laugh.

Jenifer

Geremia

Sun, 2013-01-06 15:47

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I'm glad. I needed some coomic relief. My poetry canbe intense.

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Geremia

Sun, 2013-01-06 15:52

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Thanks, my friend. Seems unlike what I usually write, but humor reveals at times much more than it says.

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loved

Mon, 2013-01-07 07:02

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and AVERY HAPPY NEW YEAR
to you
my mystic friend ........

live a long and fruitful life
let us share
your glare

the poetic world would become a dwarf
without you
and
so don't dare!

hang on as far as its long enough
none know that yet ...
how long....
all simply bluff
the heaven and hell are only here
who else in the hell does care
so live on a bit longer
and death you must
finally dare

loved

Geremia

Mon, 2013-01-07 12:45

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There are days i don;t feel my inevitabikity; but when the sickness suddenly hits you, you despair,

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loved

Mon, 2013-01-07 13:02

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read my poem
and
MEDITATE
that's one way
guys told me 19 years ago...
I'd die in three months at the most...
I assure you its I...
not my ghost

loved

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