Wall Archive Jan2009
long gone train of thought now a days picking up a penny ain't a bad idea Her soft, tremb'ling lips, Diamond splinter wind. We, in parched sunlight, Winter enchanted of Iced lakes, nude trees, fierce winds I am a witness. A snowflake falls in my surpised eye ...all is black. sipping his soothing red hibiscus rose hip tea and writing haiku coffee black foot taps weekend affords peace of mind monday haunts again Mesh on tennis ball. Impact! New trajectory Nike. Set up for life. hot fur in my lap pleasure, growls, demanding touch feline extortion Fast ride in the waves. Salt spray cold with fishy taste. Fingers stiff on throttle. Abraham Lincoln Moral weight on all our backs. Widows to the cause. This isn't working. We argue fight bleed defend. Let's do it some more. In metallic haze Embers of pale dust, Moss eaten granite, Blackbirds unfold from Two-tone Lincoln creeps. Fez, shades, gold teeth, sable cape. Guns won't fix that flat. poets are placing space, final frontier, hanging between earth and sky snow falls on my cheek nails click in the shadows i am eaten by a wolf fancy dirty talk
valentine's, last year inaccurate oops cool morning sun Sampaguita clusters beam under light shower the poem reminds Google rules the net. -Lucia, from Electric Venom Life On The Planet, - Activities Coordinator, from Electric Venom My page rank equals -Activities Coordinator, from Electric Venom Google’s fiasco -Venomous Kate of Electric Venom werewolfian face Two Deer Two deer Mincing steps - Always so very hungry Winter is too harsh.
CUPCAKE BAKESHOP Tiny baked goodies A little taste of heaven Who doesn't want one? NAPSTER-KU Get free songs online Metallica disapproves Lawsuit to follow Falling on the ground Nourishing future blossoms Remarkable rain The Moon is silver spun singing of luminous beings You and me haiku is a space for poets of small poems searching for beauty The white trash boys sit outside the convenience store blasting just white noise Featured Poet : Palmer
left the station yesterday
chugga chugga choo
Unguarded, watery eyes,
Tragic arms outstretched.
Reaching golden arms, frosted.
Finger biting cold.
Stared at the jolting ceiling,
Searched for our mothers.
Piss yellow neon trails weave,
Engines groan weary.
Reflected platinum glare.
A thought escapes me.
Shallow grass and milky dirt.
Wind passes, leaves shook.
Charcoal branches, gilded leaves,
Sepia burnt streets.
or perhaps conversation
i got you covered
eating fresh lobster, sunshine
cabo san lucas
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valentine's, this year
drinking hot cocoa, snowfall
warm beside our fire
cataclysmic food faux pas
eating raw cement
me of something i would write
the words feel so real
so
meaningful, really
almost inspirational
i love the poem
I watch my page rank tumble;
My tears fall like rain.
my site, is ad free, and so
Google matters not.
what I think of Google ranks.
My rank is zero.
Marking all sites as bad ones
Made me praise Yahoo!
worker bees can leave
even drones can fly away
the queen is their slave
unhealthy sense of being
i killed your brother
Rain
rebuilding the street
two bulldozers rumble by
shaking our old house
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mercury plummets
even the dog walks faster
at forty below
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full lunar eclipse
Red Sox clinch the World Series
in the eerie light
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how lucky the leaf
that falls into the river
journey just begun
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stones fly from my hand
skipping across the river
autumn's final fling
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slow summer rivers
Minnesota slides into
the Mississippi