Posted by D. James on 27 June 2008
Some nights
are darker
than others
not in moonlight
but in mood
The narrow stares
of strangers
too many loud
angry sounds
The usual
evening birds
are absent
My blood
goes up
as I wait
for a fight
that never comes
A lone cricket
chirps into the darkness
breaking the tension
reminding me
that life
is good
Even if
my mood
isn’t
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 June 2008
After being shot at all day
having fought hideous monsters
and saved his parents
from numerous dangers
the tiny hero
falls asleep
clutching his teddy-bear
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 25 June 2008
The world
disappears
Everything goes
black
and silent
This lasts
six or seven
hours
Then my eyes
open and the world
is remade
in an instant
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 June 2008
sun in my eyes
my words are empty
your shadow moves on my retina
like a love letter
another day breaks
hope emerges
and I feel like
a cigarette
and a glass of rum
doodledy-dum
time to run
and have some fun
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 23 June 2008
The last hour
of summer sunlight
golden and clean
makes everyone
beautiful
Filtered through haze
softer
than the light
at noon
Similar to the dawn
but more powerful
for its proximity
and promise
of nightfall
Feel the final hour
of the day
and hope
for many more
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 June 2008
a mockingbird hops by
yellow beak and black head
my thoughts stop for a moment
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 19 June 2008
the yellow sign says
do not enter when flooded
why would you do that
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 18 June 2008
Say no to gods
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 16 June 2008
The sky is mystery
and the sea is a lie
Feelings are inaccurate
and ink is artificial
Yet blue is blue
no matter what
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 13 June 2008
In the evening
the Red Rocks
turn to Black
A white half-moon
is held in
deep blue sky
As the town
goes quiet
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 June 2008
The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost
red is a liar
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 11 June 2008
Some days
it feels like
fighting a fierce wind
You just have
to lean into it
and move a little
slower
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 June 2008
White is the easiest metaphor
EL SEBBO
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 June 2008
If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 6 June 2008
At the end
of the day
when there is
nothing more
to be done
except crawl into bed
give over to sleep
I still fight
with myself
to finish one more thing
before I admit
defeat
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 June 2008
A beautiful car
is nothing
compared to
a good conversation
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 4 June 2008
drifting through the days
like something at sea
big ideas
little motivation
life has become
a dull hum
with flourishes
of brilliant color
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 3 June 2008
if my words were colored
like heads and then hands
then sometimes they could be
red machine or red lips
but mostly red silence
EL SEBBO
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