Tag: poetry
member name: xanthe l.
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March 30, 2007 10:14 AM EDT --
If - and when we dip we two for two,
that is, two words from where we begin:
Always I shall see always see this through the end.
Such language while perhaps began as random
never was it entirely . . .
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August 26, 2007 02:29 PM EDT --
One day and your whole life changes.
One day and that’s it.
Some snap judgment this or that thing.
You’re so sure you are in love; my lover, you say.
Secrets whispered through the wires, codified, . . .
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July 01, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
If you offer your soul i will take it and make a deal with some god.
If some god you offer, i will kneel before and pray.
If some prayer you give, then let it be sweet and bring me absolution.
If absolution . . .
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March 19, 2007 11:39 AM EDT --
It is all about anticipation.
About opposite-end thumb-twiddling,
your fingers spinning quick circles and how the mind spins
quick circles around the last time we were together.
Now, holding both hands, . . .
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March 26, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
Who is this fair interloper?
This auburn-haired minx of whom you now speak?
Delicate, fine-boned, petite - why we are not so different, except
I dream her bovine-brown eyes, watching me they . . .
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April 01, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
Throbbing Dragonfly
Would you move me gentle, smooth?
Row us down the river past the lush-rush grassy banks
down the serpentine jewel, a floor of green that sparkles emerald in the . . .
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April 12, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
You tell me you are stuck
How that quicksand pulls and sucks your fine bird-bone ankles.
Rage against the dying of the ...
the ground contrives to swallow you more.
That seamless cast . . .
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April 13, 2007 10:38 AM EDT --
How fast you spin that silk web
cocooning fast your solitude -
xylophanes titan, my dark butterfly
spinning, spinning, spinning,
your private subterranean homesick blues,
you struggle against . . .
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July 23, 2007 09:09 PM EDT --
Such things I would do ~
overcome this shyness in a moment
To show my true trust
there is nothing I would not be
to keep this love, I dip, I dive
a line, straight to you, strong vector.
Do you find your . . .
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August 23, 2007 09:40 AM EDT --
It is a Morse Code dash.
A ribbon, pale-grey line,
simple and flat, screaming yet alarmingly soundless.
These vacant hollow hours ~
Empty of your laugh, your voice, your breath;
still, I keep my ear primed; . . .
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September 26, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
Even that, Fabrizio’s would have recorded.
Florinda’s real love, documenting her all-too human condition,
Florinda standing in the glass anteroom of the museum,
breasts straining against the . . .
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March 09, 2007 06:27 PM EST --
There are a thousand reasons against -
On my knees I hear about such deadly sin - the details of which I know,
then penitence, forgiveness - how does one measure apology?
Whose thin or thick caliper . . .
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April 02, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
It is just a question of time before...
our cadence will meet as we walk fall into sync,
to pentameter, iambic (of course), before we
share the same scented tea from same pot (same kind)
before we . . .
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May 28, 2007 04:05 PM EDT --
God, I am so tired of writing you, of wanting you.
It is boring even me.
I am weary of the way you stitch in and out of my dreams,
wending your way down the chalked alleys of Israel, always that step . . .
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June 05, 2007 09:19 AM EDT --
Perhaps I should have kept it, held it as I hold you –
close, closer, a close secret to my breast.
Things felt when we walked up the hill sides-hands bumping
I caught the sublime scent of you for . . .
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June 12, 2007 11:06 AM EDT --
Pythagorus knew it well.
The Golden Ratio – Euclid too –
The algebraics behind that true rare beauty
our proportional relationships of lines a and b
a/b = (a + b)/a – the decimal 1.1618 . . .
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November 01, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
This is my wide Atlantic.
Each day I visit; tend to my sea,
my sea-change eyes reflected back its rippled greys.
This is the safe-harbor where I would bring you.
Love, the current shifts, now hard . . .
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March 03, 2007 11:25 AM EST --
February, 50 - 53 degrees? NYC, Ash Wednesday,
You on the phone making me laugh.
It is a solemn day though. The beginning of deepest, darkest Lent.
I even thought of giving you up but my will would . . .
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March 28, 2007 08:52 AM EDT --
I waited all day, wondering where I stood with you.
Walked the marble hallways, I listened to the tap-tap of my shoes,
surprised when my own tap met yours. How we lose ourselves in dances!
I expected . . .
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April 24, 2007 10:12 AM EDT --
She is told Not to see him again.
That no matter it is summer, that usually they would be there,
This time she can go but with fair-warning.
Keep your distance, she is told.
He is told, Keep your distance. . . .
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