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buddy

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Posted: Jun 4, 2020 - 10:54am



 Manbird wrote:
Red Birds Bleeding

 

Fly high manbirdie!
Manbird

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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. {#Notworthy}
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. 

{#Clap}
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: Oroville, Ca
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.

 



Manbird

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Location: Oroville, Ca
Gender: Male


Posted: Dec 18, 2009 - 5:48pm

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 submaniac The yawning rabbit The stranger's kiss The slap The mockery 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 dessicated 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 chin 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


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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:


 
{#Lol}

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.

 

{#Lol}


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.

 
{#Wink}

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: Oroville, Ca
Gender: Male


Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 5:10pm

 

What The Angel Said

 

 

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                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           shepherd 

 

                           in 

 

                           our 

 

                           field 

 

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                           have 

 

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                           steel 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

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                           place 

 

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                           peace 

 

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                           war 

 

                           we 

 

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                           no 

 

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                           or 

 

                           mass 

 

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                           grace 

 

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                           air

 

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                           loyalty 

 

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                           harp 

 

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                           leave 

 

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                           have 

 

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                           joy 

 

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                           earth 

 

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                           void 

 

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                           wind 

 

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                           heat 

 

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                           cloth 

 

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                           feet 

 

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                           headstone 

 

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                           history 

 

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                           we 

 

                           eat 

 

                           no 

 

                           grass 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           age 

 

                           no 

 

                           ghost 

 

                           no 

 

                           past 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           memory 

 

                           no 

 

                           weal 

 

                           no 

 

                           welt 

 

                           no 

 

                           scream 

 

                           no 

 

                           plea 

 

                           no 

 

                           late 

 

                           night 

 

                           apothecary 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           piss 

 

                           or 

 

                           shit 

 

                           or 

 

                           filth 

 

                           or 

 

                           pus 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           wing 

 

                           no 

 

                           flight 

 

                           no 

 

                           I 

 

                           ching 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no  

 

                           language 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           rage 

 

                           we 

 

                           have 

 

                           no 

 

                           heart 

 

                           no 

 

                           faith 

 

                           no 

 

                           unity 

 

                           no 

 

                           division 

 

                           we 

 

                           do 

 

                           not 

 

                           cross 

 

                           we 

 

                           do 

 

                           not 

 

                           stay 

 

                           we 

 

                           do 

 

                           not 

 

                           pray 

 

                           or 

 

                           be 

 

                           or 

 

                           die 



Red_Dragon

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Posted: Jan 26, 2009 - 2:02pm

 dionysius wrote:
Definitions of the Word "Kaupmeesian"
the word Kane was looking for
when he said rosebud instead
 
{#Lol}

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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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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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Posted: May 31, 2008 - 10:06am

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