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Proclivities

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Location: Paris of the Piedmont
Gender: Male

Posted: Feb 23, 2022 - 5:37am

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heavenâs yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke â banish now, thy doubt
Verily, I say, âtis what itâs all about

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 17, 2021 - 3:02pm

manbirdexperiment wrote:

motion

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- motion
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loco, baby...like perpetual...

Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 16, 2021 - 2:57pm

The maggot The worm The wasp The ant The fly The birth The clot The plug The polk The sweltering scent of yeast The knuckle The neck The numb beast The dumb mackerel child The tears The shy odors The awful smile The hidden milk The small headed one The young body The untouched The plum The shingles that swing The buttery kidneys The blistered thumb The punctured wing The red iodine The soft swollen lips The gapers The pigs The tallowed wicks The whispering axe The women The cattle The shattered hoofs The digging fists The midnight AM radio The weeping clown The nut brown dentures at bedside The whiskey drinkers The fleshy experiments The kirlian photographs The exposure meter The reverse speech The unwanted response The head blow The shame The smell of fixer beneath the red light The salt The slit The sting The stain in the snow that crusted and dried The rise of the poet The slick floe of ice The fuel The words The passion The early sky The taste of wood The opium honey The sweet baguette The prize The disguise The bruise The liquid heart The self penetration The black capsules The journey The urine drinker The hissing asphalt The powdered gums The hardened yellow finger The wrinkled odor The beautiful people The wonderful glass The empty cafeteria The jazz The dying aunt The obese man The cell The sheet The loop The creep The exhausted river The dark fire The kneeling The squeezing The sand in the throat The cherry sticks The saliva glands The moon The rusted hooks The salmon eggs The pushed up grin The lure of the spoon The suffering The infection The half eaten spine The animal teeth The disappearance The elongated titties The puckering trout The vodka The gin The spit The hammer's pulp The shotgunned crap The shovel The dunes The fatigue The belt The staggering horse The needles The twitch The beating The examination The stumbling speech The doctor with strange butterfly hands The empty glass The pump The sugar The starch The steel The copper The brass The white refined metals The smoke in the night The high windows The face in the light The battle The knot The burning sound The entity in window 5 The walking yard The clipboard The organ taster The milking chin The yawning rabbit The stranger's kiss The holy slap of the fuckery hand The orange regret The friable eyes The dark dying sunset The confession The sickened The virus The veins The thick dull crush The green velvet The desiccated brow The surge forward The accident The pity The chemical drain The truth The failure The flush The strangled root The matted flesh The dangling nub The centrifuge The ridiculous pain The range The clef The natural The bow The slur The air-bent notes The painted music The buried harp The drummer's fish tone clap The poetry books The flat pewter cross The cleaving asunder of us all The stones The feathers The pieces of bone in the fingernail jar The tangled vine The Cuban cigars The tremolo neck The red maple cello The swatch of grey hair The old sea-crane The letters from home The suitcase of green cotton lime The oven The loaf The ink The full cup of coffee The dead starling The long twisted candles The waste The despair The shivering webs The slow stir of air

Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Jun 4, 2020 - 8:51am
Red Birds Bleeding My wrists were Once red birds I flew away The red birds died My wrists I bound In cotton sheets And baling twine I flew away The red birds died My lips were black Like ravens eating Quietly feeding The night flew down And ate their wings The ravens coughed My charcoal lips Were speaking

Isabeau

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Location: sou' tex
Gender: Female

Posted: Oct 12, 2013 - 4:51pm
Lazarus wrote: Counting The Years by Kofi Awoonor (1935-2013) As usual, as in the earlier dreams I came to the whistling shores the voice of the high-domed crab stilled but a chorus remains of the water creatures of earlier times, of the birth time and the dying time, the pity, when we resurrect the travellers the anchorman on our singular boat that will take us home Oh, yes.

ScottN

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Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary
Gender: Male

Posted: Oct 12, 2013 - 12:52pm
Lazarus wrote: Counting The Years by Kofi Awoonor (1935-2013) As usual, as in the earlier dreams I came to the whistling shores the voice of the high-domed crab stilled but a chorus remains of the water creatures of earlier times, of the birth time and the dying time, the pity, when we resurrect the travellers the anchorman on our singular boat that will take us home.

Lazarus

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Location: Bethany
Gender: Male

Posted: Oct 11, 2013 - 8:34pm
Counting The Years by Kofi Awoonor (1935-2013) As usual, as in the earlier dreams I came to the whistling shores the voice of the high-domed crab stilled but a chorus remains of the water creatures of earlier times, of the birth time and the dying time, the pity, when we resurrect the travellers the anchorman on our singular boat that will take us home

Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Mar 10, 2013 - 4:17pm

And I feel now, write a poem, a great love poem that reaches all transparent, opaque or dark hearts... A second! Better, one minute!... Contextualizing! Preparing! And ready... Already!... Impossible find him!

Because I feel writing it and already I'm equal to not reach all the hearts, because already I do not speak of a vital organ, but rather the feelings that are housed in an area of our brain... And some lack of it! And I do not say the statistics of the scientists say... Contextualizing! Preparing! A second! No!, two or three! Better, one minute! Impossible!

Impossible write to you, strangers, a love poem! Impossible to reach all the different "sentimental" minds!

But the craving is superior, and true!, is mine!... So I am sorry: I don't think you, not angry!
Only me escrudrinare to spit warm words, for some; children, for others; but for the vast majority, they will be strange?

Strange love poem Me dive as usual, plugging my nose...
And among all the networks you find you!

And you are very, very simple and complicated at the same time, because words do not exist for the eyes that do not see you.

But I'm looking for and rebusco inside!, and here!
and I only find you...

There are no more than you!
Which I held outdoors, as a beam of light.

And it is that you thou which me balance between harsh lands, with your wide tulle.

And is that you alone, are eternal passion of life without pain... and therefore, wandering sweet and vibrant, full inside me!

And is that you just give me the boost always impetuous, and out: the 'I'.

And it is that single, called heart, thou art not more than me...
With imagination, you will come out of your background while the merger will take place...
For drawing the creation of forms of love.

(former member)

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Location: hotel in Las Vegas
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 5, 2012 - 9:04pm

As wise business people say, just follow the Monet...

The Rose-Way in Giverny
by Virginia Konchan

And in the reticulate distance
the cued inertia of Lucifer
astounds. Our feet bleed:
bouyant, the body at its task.
What you wanted was what I
wanted—slant of sun to the left,
twinkling of civilization elsewise,
and the moon (whelp of history)
to our backs, all come-hither
and dream. Motion understood
is philosophy deferred: peace,
the felt pathos of space and time.
Look, darling, at the establishing
shot. It's downright Biblical,
this thrown-together vista,
world upon world without end.

(former member)

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Location: hotel in Las Vegas
Gender: Male

Posted: Jun 18, 2012 - 9:00pm

Sand Martins
by Eamon Grennan

It lives in Europe, in winding holes in sheer sandy hills.
—Linnaeus

On the eastern side of this sandy sea cliff (for September morning warmth
and in the lee of prevailing westerlies) a family of sand martins fills salt air
with their shrill chatter swooping on stretchwings over where a wide swath
of their pueblo has fallen and left just a handful of nests like small sockets
of darkness where they cling with shivering wings and quickened shriek
then vanish into the mystery their silence leaves in its wake as they slip
through chambering vacancies in the cliff face while catching their breath
and readying their collective heart for the long autumn haul that will toss
them all twitter-talk on auspicious gales south then south again to winter.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Dec 18, 2009 - 5:15pm
Frog you buddy! Frog you and the slime you slid in on! I put a stink bug on your sticky tongue and I hope you smell it in your flowery brain And yet- Your egg...your tadpole...your warts as a result of frogdom make me laugh and feel normal beside a toad

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:29pm
cookinlover wrote:

cookinlover

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Location: Auckland, New Zealand (former Boston native and Atlanta transplant)
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:29pm
cookinlover wrote: Some RPeeps post words of wit, others sling a lot of s***, but it`s okay, the point is moot, both types wear a Bozo suit, don`t take offense, if one fits you, `cause I`m including myself, too.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:25pm
cookinlover wrote: Some RPeeps post words of wit, others sling a lot of s*, but it`s okay, the point is moot, both types wear a Bozo suit, don`t take offense, if one fits you**, `cause I`m including myself, too.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:17pm
Miles to go before we sleep... Promises to keep... Leap Deep Seep Weep Granted...disclaimers and waviers abound pound penny Do I sound tinny?

cookinlover

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Location: Auckland, New Zealand (former Boston native and Atlanta transplant)
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:14pm
Some RPeeps post words of wit, others sling a lot of s***, but it`s okay, the point is moot, both types wear a Bozo suit, don`t take offense, if one fits you, `cause I`m including myself, too.

Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:10pm

What The Angel Said

have

meal

have

shepherd

our

field

have

wheel

steel

have

grace

place

abbey

cloister

shelter

peace

war

have

voice

psalm

requiem

mass

grace

anthem

aria

air

have

passion

power

effect

cause

have

town

tower

state

pledge

oath

loyalty

have

roof

floor

exit

welcome

have

gun

harp

children

name

relativity

leave

legacy

have

consistency

pattern

clarity

have

thought

have

fear

have

sin

guilt

joy

have

time

have

skin

earth

void

wind

heat

cloth

feet

headstone

history

have

write

poem

eat

grass

have

age

ghost

past

have

memory

weal

welt

scream

plea

late

night

apothecary

have

piss

shit

filth

pus

have

wing

flight

ching

have

language

have

rage

have

heart

faith

unity

division

not

cross

not

stay

not

pray

die

Red_Dragon

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Location: Gilead

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 2:02pm
dionysius wrote: Definitions of the Word "Kaupmeesian" the word Kane was looking for when he said rosebud instead

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 1:59pm
Actually, there was this other thing I was thinking Something about being broke and rich and broken but whole and...yeah, it's pretty cold out but I had a hot lunch Oh, and I saw that video and read that poem and listened to that song... The one that you all sang... It moved me deep inside... I think we still have promise on tour- It'll be a trip...

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 1:54pm
Today, here is all I have to say Have it your way At Burger King Home Of The Whopper Who knew?

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