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*No more than 4 lines and must use the last word of the last line as the first word in the next sentence.
*Cannot do 2 stanzas in a row
I can start!
Face reflected in deep waters
Turbulence seen below
Secrets bubbling up
Bringing air to mind
*No more than 4 lines and must use the last word of the last line as the first word in the next sentence.
*Cannot do 2 stanzas in a row
I can start!
Face reflected in deep waters
Turbulence seen below
Secrets bubbling up
Bringing air to mind
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Re: Neverending Poem Game- Wanna play?
Thu, June 26, 2008 - 8:36 AMMind sufaces in the mirror
we see features emerge.
The eyes of the sky
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Re: Neverending Poem Game- Wanna play?
Thu, June 26, 2008 - 11:13 AMThoughts pursue thoughts
Kneading ends
Knitted to now
In this hat -
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Re: Neverending Poem Game- Wanna play?
Sun, June 29, 2008 - 7:21 AM
Hat high in the air
pumping images
into balloons of hapanstance
the void smiles back vacantly.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08 -
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Irie, the dactyl mon.
Mon, June 30, 2008 - 10:52 AMVacantly syncopate
measuring turbulence
drumming your fingertips
head on the floor -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Mon, June 30, 2008 - 11:56 AM
Floor space is not living space
if there is a soul of being
it is the space we live within
a sphere of our heart.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Mon, June 30, 2008 - 2:11 PMheart, uncle heart, puts
his arm around me
like he does, tells me
everything is okay - avuncular -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Tue, July 1, 2008 - 8:12 AMavuncular vampire;
fuck-up;
religious son-of-a-bitch;
the most expensive whores what can be had while spouting advice for young people -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Tue, July 1, 2008 - 5:16 PMPeople walking dark streets
Black threads reaching tween
Silver laces, deadly faces
Thread through fading auras -
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This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Tue, July 1, 2008 - 9:54 PMAuras or Fall or Rise--If all
the reeds and leaves point forward
then the back roads lined with tents
will churn gossip into sacraments -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Wed, July 2, 2008 - 8:23 AM
Sacrements litter the highway.
God behind the wheel
soul in the truck
rubber burns the face of hell.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08 -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Thu, July 3, 2008 - 10:24 PM'Hell, anyone can knit!'
So said her kneedles
Constancy drives us forward,
To a point -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 8:58 AM
Point after point
needles dance
on pin-heads of light.
Beams in the eye emote.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08 -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 1:55 PMemote, email
personal message, TOU;
the code of conduct is clear
for tribe.net anyways -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 2:31 PM
Anyways he leaned over the bar.
I asked him if he knew so & so.
Growling he told me to shove it.
I shoved my presence back into his aura.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08 -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 8:31 PMAura of aurora, dark
Here the bark
Of failed tree roots -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 9:00 PM
Roots bludgeon their way into the light.
Dark anchors, dendrites of gnarled appearance.
A canopy of form fractured into shape.
Each knuckle of life crushing earth skyward.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Sun, July 6, 2008 - 9:15 PMSkyward lo the branches!
And skyward lo birds!
Skyward lo, with calmness
And skyward, a cloud lo -
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Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
Fri, July 11, 2008 - 7:14 AMLo, Behold!
Sky clouds my face
As I float on a breeze
Soaring through my soul -
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wet
Fri, July 11, 2008 - 8:25 AMSoul slips down a flume
of maybe’s, doubts and dope
caroming toward the specular
bank that glitters beyond the rushes -
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Re: wet
Fri, July 11, 2008 - 8:42 AM
Rushes bull their way through water.
Skimmers dart in the shimmer.
One wave laps another
until the river enters its own song.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
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