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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
3750: I fell in love with you, tumbling down on to this softness, like feathers or clouds of endless thickness, they embrace me...but still I am cold - why? --Oct. 19, 1997
3749: He has never felt anything like this --Oct. 19, 1997
3748: I think I will love you, even if it hurts --Oct. 19, 1997
3747: Tell my heart you haven't left --Oct. 19, 1997
3746: pavement rose petals --Oct. 19, 1997
3745: my boots --Oct. 19, 1997
3744: Well you can tell by the way I walk and talk that I'm a woman's man --Oct. 19, 1997
3743: He is so freaking smart it scares me silly --Oct. 19, 1997
3742: Nothing is forever --Oct. 19, 1997
3741: reading but without understanding ... --Oct. 19, 1997
3740: Oh! the beauty of a woman's arm --Oct. 19, 1997
3739: The peir was long, and half rotted --Oct. 19, 1997
3738: NO CAPITAL --Oct. 18, 1997
3737: My medusa mind --Oct. 19, 1997
3736: Miller's farm is filled with pumpkins --Oct. 18, 1997
3735: Mel Finney ran the book store --Oct. 18, 1997
3734: The heart needs salty tears --Oct. 18, 1997
3733: He was such a quiet boy --Oct. 18, 1997
3732: moonlight carves a shadow with her willowy form --Oct. 18, 1997
3731: It's quiet in town tonight --Oct. 18, 1997
3730: --Oct. 17, 1997
3729: --Oct. 17, 1997
3728: --Oct. 17, 1997
3727: A hello echoes on the screen --Oct. 17, 1997
3726: the cool metallic smell of stars --Oct. 17, 1997
3725: my noon is high, my heart is low --Oct. 17, 1997
3724: "Dinon dina, dit on, du dos dodu d`un dodu dindon." --Oct. 17, 1997
3723: heart-held questions through the dark --Oct. 17, 1997
3722: In a ten pound bag of potatos --Oct. 17, 1997
3721: out of state --Oct. 17, 1997
3720: my poem is open for commentary, in fact it is in the comment place (it's easier!)-bubbles --Oct. 17, 1997
3719: who is it sweeps that here? --Oct. 16, 1997
3718: Your computer is an earth bound thing --Oct. 16, 1997
3717: I grow towards the light --Oct. 16, 1997
3716: no words seem to be able --Oct. 16, 1997
3715: This morning I'm feeling pretty Pentacostal --Oct. 16, 1997
3714: Now for something in really good taste --Oct. 16, 1997
3713: Love is a lot like snot --Oct. 16, 1997
3712: shocking when first heard --Oct. 16, 1997
3711: everybody knows --Oct. 16, 1997
3710: Are we seasonal? --Oct. 16, 1997
3709: This morning i woke with a rainbow --Oct. 16, 1997
3708: I don't stomp on innocent fruit --Oct. 16, 1997
3707: The Washroom on a Greyhound --Oct. 16, 1997
3706: He found it in a bar room --Oct. 16, 1997
3705: Snot is alot like love --Oct. 15, 1997
3704: Love is like snot --Oct. 15, 1997
3703: certain things I have never done --Oct. 16, 1997
3702: drumhead taut --Oct. 16, 1997
3701: It's a tender wound --Oct. 16, 1997
3700: My 5'4" body seems streamlined and shiek. But in the mirror i see ripples of fat. Ripples that echoe the cookie i ate for snack and the yogurt i had for lunch. Not 100 lbs. of musce, but jello fat. --Oct. 15, 1997
3699: They broke his mattress --Oct. 16, 1997
3698: Time to get all shiny, --Oct. 15, 1997
3697: A pair of gals boots sticking out from under a pickup truck --Oct. 15, 1997
3696: My love is like the lilly of the alley --Oct. 16, 1997
3695: I could have seen her naked in the shower --Oct. 16, 1997
3694: I gotta a niece at Antioch --Oct. 15, 1997
3693: He's been thinking and he needs to talk --Oct. 15, 1997
3692: he walks in in silence .... but awakening the senses .... --Oct. 15, 1997
3691: She made the best pies in the world and great quilts and loved me --Oct. 15, 1997
3690: May my heart please approach the bench? --Oct. 15, 1997
3689: all my cars motrocyles and airplanes in order --Oct. 15, 1997
3688: Give some body a great time ! --Oct. 15, 1997
3687: I am doing this --Oct. 16, 1997
3686: The phone rings --Oct. 15, 1997
3685: I see no reason to put batteries in the clock --Oct. 16, 1997
3684: I'm forever searching for a good vein --Oct. 15, 1997
3683: My love is like the rose of sharon --Oct. 15, 1997
3682: my pen dreams while I write --Oct. 16, 1997
3681: Mr Potato Head sat at the computer in his lonely room --Oct. 15, 1997
3680: I'm not a normal potato --Oct. 15, 1997
3679: I came for joy, I came for pleasure, --Oct. 15, 1997
3678: Passion is like this --Oct. 16, 1997
3677: The moon is too full, --Oct. 16, 1997
3676: under the moonlight i can see the outlines of your naked body coming at me --Oct. 15, 1997
3675: I slaaughter a few innocent pieces of wood today --Oct. 15, 1997
3674: He removes his glasses for me --Oct. 15, 1997
3673: Venus de Milo --Oct. 15, 1997
3672: childish or childlike? --Oct. 15, 1997
3671: "you don't seem to be the same anymore ...." --Oct. 15, 1997
3670: Don't dream of dinosaurs hungry for danish --Oct. 15, 1997
3669: If i were a skilled mechanic --Oct. 15, 1997
3668: Would you lick a girl named saroj ? --Oct. 15, 1997
3667: glaciers aflame... --Oct. 15, 1997
3666: Silent thunder and unspoken feelings, --Oct. 14, 1997
3665: Where have all the poets gone? --Oct. 14, 1997
3664: --Oct. 14, 1997
3663: sittin here at my bro's in Scottsdale Az --Oct. 14, 1997
3662: shock shock shock --Oct. 14, 1997
3661: the opposable thumb --Oct. 14, 1997
3660: It's that boyish quality of his. --Oct. 14, 1997
3659: the poetry page was one fire ! --Oct. 13, 1997
3658: I'm polishing up my black humor --Oct. 13, 1997
3657: she passed by me --Oct. 13, 1997
3656: When the neighbors cat --Oct. 13, 1997
3655: Use more Walrus.. Eat more Whale ! --Oct. 13, 1997
3654: Save the Walrus ! --Oct. 13, 1997
3653: I kill houseplants --Oct. 13, 1997
3652: Forever searching for good veins --Oct. 13, 1997
3651: waterlily bud... --Oct. 13, 1997
3650: You say I only see death, --Oct. 13, 1997
3649: grey light filters through the shutters --Oct. 13, 1997
3648: The Milky Way to the glen in foggy dew --Oct. 13, 1997
3647: morning --Oct. 13, 1997
3646: underneath closed eyes --Oct. 13, 1997
3645: rainy wind in trees --Oct. 13, 1997
3644: the white springy road that leads to glen --Oct. 13, 1997
3643: vacant slate blue eyes --Oct. 13, 1997
3642: behind these eyes ... who knows what it's like? --Oct. 12, 1997
3641: He tells me someday --Oct. 12, 1997
3640: Death Row-a gruesome plight to muse on --Oct. 12, 1997
3639: in the glen we found --Oct. 12, 1997
3638: in the mood --Oct. 12, 1997
3637: vattil apaam --Oct. 12, 1997
3636: Take my breathe my away --Oct. 11, 1997
3635: first snows of summer --Oct. 12, 1997
3634: She felt incomplete like a book in two volumes --Oct. 11, 1997
3633: sweet birch,... tell me your secrets --Oct. 11, 1997
3632: His breath brushes past my ear and rustles my hair --Oct. 11, 1997
3631: The dry dirt road, narrow and dusty --Oct. 11, 1997
3630: The song remains the same --Oct. 11, 1997
3629: The fire was poking at the woods with her crimson fingers silently creeping.Leaves danced around the flames silently mocking.The heat made the fair bodies smoke and fall to the earth silently falling. --Oct. 10, 1997
3628: If there were ever any women who longed for me --Oct. 11, 1997
3627: I dreampt last night I was brushing my lips against a beautiful womans cheek --Oct. 10, 1997
3626: Diction picture selection section --Oct. 10, 1997
3625: apparently, every night she dreamed --Oct. 11, 1997
3624: to all the boys who longed for me --Oct. 11, 1997
3623: The girls that deeply loved me, --Oct. 11, 1997
3622: This one's to penicillium, --Oct. 10, 1997
3621: Rainy nights were made for wet smiles and lips puffy from the wind. I've tasted storms on your lips and watched the sunset in your eyes. --Oct. 11, 1997
3620: you used to at least acknowledge me --Oct. 10, 1997
3619: We die from our feet up --Oct. 10, 1997
3618: I'll pour you a sunset of crimson promise, layered with purple expectations for black velvet like imaginings. --Oct. 10, 1997
3617: A single liquid orb descends his memory-splashing into her outstretched hands. Love makes a splendid pool...unending and deep. --Oct. 10, 1997
3616: Philosophy is apprecieated when seasoned with the appropriate amount of time. Mine was condensed to three words, "get home alive." --Oct. 11, 1997
3615: Held prisoner by the tenor sax whispering your name..as only two abandoned to the moment are capable. Your eyes offer respite from the dark memories that torture my soul when I'm away from you. --Oct. 11, 1997
3614: She stood on the warm sandy beach of summer..in that baggy old shirt she loved so much..her soft blonde hair shining brilliantly...as she flung her arms out as if to embrace the whole beach. --Oct. 10, 1997
3613: More smoke than glass drifting toward tomorrow, look around can't you hear the urgency. Programs, ideas, prophecies...but where is the discernment? --Oct. 10, 1997
3612: The faraway chanting to understanding, how can the uninitiated participate? Therein lies the paradox-the uninitiated are the very heart of the cermony. --Oct. 10, 1997
3611: Let my french period begin ! --Oct. 9, 1997
3610: Since you mentioned fishing --Oct. 10, 1997
3609: the heart has gone dry --Oct. 11, 1997
3608: fisherman of the masses --Oct. 10, 1997
3607: wanted t o be a hermit when i was very young --Oct. 10, 1997
3606: each book that's borrowed --Oct. 10, 1997
3605: john doe --Oct. 9, 1997
3604: Nothing is right today --Oct. 9, 1997
3603: I'm feeling very Van Gogh today --Oct. 10, 1997
3602: A flat plane and grey muslin --Oct. 9, 1997
3601: Full Compliance --Oct. 9, 1997
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