Current poems in progress...

Silence lives in memory alone- in Memory and in Death.
Revolt brews behind silver screens dead beats wear as shades.
Death lives in the graves as so do the souls within
as all life begins to fade
gone in the surrounding shadows
Gone with the wind...like nothing matters anymore
.....never again
will my lead touch the paper. Unless

dude, get a life
be happy, life is too short...
scratch that life isn't short life is the longest thing you will ever accomplish...lol

snowy an white
cold and icy
thats winter
going dark early
car lights shinning in the distance
thats winter
a blue-pearl moon balanced on a snow drift
falling snow robs the air of sound
what's winter
spruces casting purple shadows
hair greyed with snow
there's winter
dancing on icicle breezes
layering lakes with ice
who's winter
a shivering breeze reddening our noses
also freezing our toes
Why winter
Hide winter
Bury it under snow
So no one knows winter
Hold winter
In your heart
Form ice splinters
And live within winter
Mold winter
Into summer
So cold is heat
And thereby end winter.

1200 is very good an fun to read also true an must av took a bit long to write an make up also is a nice an makes you feel nice and warm even thought its about a cold season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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closed some poems... --k
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but I can't seem to add to any... I end up back at the IPP top page which is nostalgic and all but. does that mean it's over? --k
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Just driving by and saw this. Hope all is well with the former Pyro-ites! -dr
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Hi, all ... am still around after a few extended trips... am nostalgic when I think back and fall upon the memories of the PYROWORDS ezine ... am working on a personal site (my fiction and stuff) ... good to see you dr and k ... I plan on coming back to the interactive page... will try to keep a tighter ship... thanks for the initiative, k ....-M
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k, please try to email me ... I've tried to reach you... impossible... my email is my initial together with my family name at hotmail.com -M

Walking on the court volleyball in my hands
I'm going through the same day,
But all i can think about is how that day ruined my plans
I love the sport but it takes up the day
Do I do the laundry, or throw the socks away?
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My high school, my room, my neighborhood lanes
The air blows freer without the venetian blinds.
My thoughts are infused with the passing of trains
Each station is a pleasure on the skin of all kinds
The sun sets. Meanwhile my mind rewinds
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My hands, my feet, my tailspinning pains

It was a dark and stormy night
All Snowbirds but one had migrated south
The shutters cracked and squealed
Louder than piglets in a slaughter house
Leaves blew under the kitchen door
She said, "Don't make me kick you out."
Grab your teeth and your hairpiece
If in heaven's name this falls apart
Dog under the divan, cat in the cupboard

is south rhyming with house? --k
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and even if it did --- it don't matter -M