amid flowery dregs
and sprigs
of subtle green,
naked in icy hands,
i kiss granite lips,
.....
embrace
earthen breasts,
fondling
and grasping
at ragged nipples.
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i trace
chiseled grey,
blurring lines,
that interrupt
celestial flow.
.....
then, contrite,
collapse to green
and scatter abstract
seeds upon
the grassy knoll.
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rasta rascal...jamaica west indies

sad, longing emotions beautifully said! Drm
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going by rascal rosters...could he possibly have saved you a few abstractions, by endearing and chasing me,.. you.. without the elaborate outfit.

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climbing a mountain? mother earth? beautiful. m.e.
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don't get nervous.. the truth is strong enough. You go ahead and climb this one. I can do without it.
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..besides, seems you're the one with the temptation challenge, so careful with the climb.
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scatter abstract seeds...
ahh sebi, that's poetry
good to hear your voice
-- allan
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the story of life..the scattering of abstract seeds.
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to those of you who know me...you understand...and thanks! to those of you who dont know me...this poem is simply me visiting my wifes grave and remembering how much i still love her and miss her -rasta rascal
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rasta, Great to see you again. My condolences on the loss of your wife. Fapral
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if it appears that there has been misunderstanding about your intent, do not take offense. Many people see the beauty in your poem and take from it what they will. May the memory of your wife always lead you to create beauty.
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'elaborate outfit' if that was not you, but to be geared at you.
that is the topic of history. - Visitor
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the topic for surfacing for now, may just remain as called for, soft remembrances.
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there is one commentor, who comments on most of the poems, who seems to be on drugs at the very least
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yes and they never sign
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.... I myself have loved the dead, the ones who were dead to who I was and the flowers that I left them everyday on their pillow, they didn't know that I wanted to give them soft kisses on the cheek... They feared that I was longing for something they could not give, but all I wanted was for them to live....
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- love can't hide, maybe for short whiles, but it doesn't - as for the drug commentary, I used to sign my name but it became tedious- I'm off on some points because I haven't been at this site as long as other commentators- and I have never experimented with drugs, and wouldn't have even if they were ever offered to me, which they weren't ever, probably because the answer was predictable.
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sebi my borother , nice poem ..and so good to hear you again ..dm4us
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the son returns..a light in this heart never goes out. and if sadness accompanies this visit, so be it ...welcome home...jake
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sebastian, a beautiful poem drawn from difficult times. thank you for sharing. -pen
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rasta, i'm sorry...knowing the meaning behind your words makes your poem even more beautiful....m.e.
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rr...really enjoyed your poem...;)annie
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Wow, touching memorial to her life and your love together. Thanks for sharing something so intimate. "Sadness"
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rr- I knew the deep meaning of this poem to you. It is beautiful. Jane