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pluie de paillettes

Hone the heart
textured skins
wound sinew
bound and
dampened soft

in this wind
in startled
brusque walk
I can smell
strawberries
and dark spring
leaves bending
to the bow
of night

Magic draw
across a ribcage
in weathered
wool

The gleaming
of the blue night
bus with its
crowd half
full

The night has
spoken its spell
and returned
to dream

quell
splash
happy shiver

the moment
struck
the sure
mark
from the
quiver

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they took down the old vinage highway number sign..
directing to the french province next to us
the great river east and landings for the french
colonists...on the far far coast Lious's fort

French title...everyone asumes I speak french
from the native background
and live in a bi lingual town..

in the new LED lighting..softer..more direct
the buses with their LED lamps....haleogen
headlamps or some new gas..sharper
less glare...too also the brilliant glitter of
it....

In a clear cold afternoon I was biking..
an odd weather..slight wind..strange
an uneasiness...going slow..the traffic
heavy on the roadways...the for both
good...I saw a couple on bikes
well groomed...tasteful dress..
we ended up waiting for the same
lights....In the breeze her perfume
caught my attention..

There are rare moments
that pique ones senses
weather...like tonights rain
the feel of an old hardcover
note with old photos of
people or slips of paper
reciepts..pressed flowers
moments

that was one...
Im always haunting the free
testers for Expensive man
cologne...a spritz of this
the womans fine too
equally expensive
seventy five dollars
for several ounces

It had an essence

a word someone told
me once about things
and I know what it
is now

flowers are arriving now
in the late spring
the blossoms at night
on walks you can
detect

sometimes something
new strikes a stirring
the magic of it

the rain is a conjure
one must use ones
ears more...
delve the dark
for trips and slips
the thrill
turning the ordinary
into a dreamland
of advnture

all of that from two
days of the ordinary
..

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i loved the poem , and the comments make real understanding , and fizzle comets of wise ones, beautiful poetry , of the highest callibre

memorization
propoganda
indoctrines
like a symetric thing
spinning
a mantra

footsteps
water dripping is a ryhme
horses hooves
rain
heartbeat with head to chest
the waves

random is free form
stuttering in rhyme
static broadcasts
and dreams in the white
noise of lonesome burden

thank you!

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la meilleure poèsie c'est la poèsie qui experime le contenu du coeur : pur et vrai. Tu as un talent extraordinaire, mon ami.

Joseph

typing...no glasses..morning..wake head in dreams..unhappy..angry..
basically i have a sad heart a pissed off soul
and end up running with those that survive ..get up over the wire
with either my help or not..
maybe I pretend Im doing something
always told my ego is too big
im tlking too much or not enough
abandonment issues much
but Im a lifer
when I saw other more greater poets
even more troubled mhen I
it gave me hope
made me love them
I got a cold dark side like anyone
quite practical
it the ego is mythical its quite the
aniumal
but its beautiful too
but seldom seen the soft
allowances to be expressive
outside that cage
or prison or cave

maybe my mother tore down the
walls that should be there
to find that love
maybe she saved me
from the survival purity
...You sawy you write
to find answers
and I agree muchly with
this

I find the brilliance of
intellect I dont understand
its more a trick fun thing
magic

I am glad yuo understood this
they are complex and simple
a kind of magic at times
I cn barely see without my glasses
buyt I accept this more...
i have nothing
i didnt acccept
i fought alll along the way
everything
now i must

thank you!

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wavelengtth ooccilations
like sequins..fish scales
water in a fountian
light through prisms
cut glass...
if one can see...

sound reflection is like this
reverb reflections are beautiful
atmostpher layer inversions for
trucks..car tires..airplanes landing
bird songs..
wind in trees rising and falling
suprising like a living spirit
oqygen which gives like is
living and so is water
creatures live in both
worlds...

some say the spirits are here
living....the old myths of my
ancestors...all sides...for I
am combined of races...

if light flashing can trigger epilepsy
then the power of its wavelength
is important...that is does something
to our minds...this facination
with light......people meditatie by
such pools....Pompies wealthy had
many.....
it absorbs sounds....wishes the fountians
people meet...leave...depart
journers...

so much...
my head is like an oecean today
a sky with its clouds

..thank you

author comment

Your last few works have brought your poetic way to more people, it I feel is understood more and the interest in your words has grown.
Loved this piece and all the extras thrown in with your summary.
Great, Yours Ian..

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Unconditional love to you all.
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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

I, for one, was able to glean more from this write than my minimalist brain usually gets from your poetry! That being said, I stand behind my oft spoken mantra that your work is delightful to read, even for imbeciles like myself! LOL!!

I ran a cement mixer and leaned on a rock drill..cut trees and split wood...."Get your brain ass out of your head and into you hands steven!!!" I had a lot of manual jobs...I was not tech smart enough or can focus....always have to have someone watching or near....thoughts drag me far away fast...even with all the meds... I have been working at centering the works...and following giving insight to their start....I want to bring the two spotlights together.....Thanks for the good freedback!!!!

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