The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost
red is a liar
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Red
Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 June 2008
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White
Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 June 2008
White is the easiest metaphor
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Umbrella
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 June 2008
If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction
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The poet’s consolation
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 June 2008
A beautiful car
is nothing
compared to
a good conversation
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Red
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
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Sphinx
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 May 2008
What we could say
is hidden
behind our words
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dreaming of silence
Posted by D. James on 14 May 2008
Talk talk talk …
words without meaning
phrases that go nowhere
What does any
of this accomplish?
I’d discuss it
but that only
leads us back
to the beginning
(D. James)
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Perfection
Posted by sdoubinsky on 13 May 2008
sun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand
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Double lines
Posted by sdoubinsky on 9 May 2008
the apple-tree is blossoming
the songs of the birds again have meaning
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Periphery
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 May 2008
I am writing a poem in my garden
the sun at the periphery of my thoughts
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Fall
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 May 2008
When things fall
objects happen
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The limit of poetry
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 April 2008
rain
depression
poetry
more rain
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100 degrees
Posted by D. James on 28 April 2008
Everything thickens
feels sluggish
No interest in food
or motion
Scents not
smelled before
emanate from somewhere
behind something in the kitchen
It’s as if the sun
never goes down
never goes down
never goes down
Still it’s better
than being cold
(D. James)
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North
Posted by sdoubinsky on 25 April 2008
No
matter
where
you
are
Poetry
is
always
at
the
center
of
the
horizon
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Overweight champions
Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 April 2008
Their feet shake the ground
and the teeth in our skulls
Their gigantic arms
send dried leaves
whirling around us
Their laughter
booms enigmatic
like deep thunder
Who are they?
Who were they?
Nobody knows
and nobody
really cares
because the first
buds are blooming
and birds are a-singing
and the overweight champions
just become mountains
on the horizon line
very blue
very far away
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The illusion of Socialism
Posted by sdoubinsky on 17 April 2008
A government ruled
by well-meaning bourgeois
is still a government
and it is still
ruled
by
bourgeois
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What I remember
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 April 2008
What I remember
are images
The words are gone
and live a life of their own
They never call me nor write
but the images
are still with me
and sometimes
I do wish
they would pay rent
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Billy the Kid
Posted by sdoubinsky on 3 April 2008
Caught at the dusty crossroads
of violence and justice - never
quite a man nor a boy
a question simply lingers:
quién es?
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American wars (Fill in the blanks)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 April 2008
A good …… is a dead …..
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Where does that leave us?
Posted by sdoubinsky on 28 March 2008
Love is
its own
metaphor
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Bauhaus
Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 March 2008
Structures
Elements
Shadows
Your naked back
My heart like a keyhole
Wood
Steel
Wool
Footsteps on concrete
Love like a half-lifted curtain
Ich liebe dich
A three-step danse
Red lipstick
Black shoes
Your hand in mine
A cold sun
Sharp walls
Spring is coming
Ah ah
The purpose of art?
Usefulness
my dear
usefulness
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Blue and white
Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 March 2008
White roofs
blue sky
the children play
in the bedroom
my fingers
silently
write this poem:
“it is cold outside
it is colder
inside my mouth”
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Walking through the valley of the rich (Paris - Auteuil/Passy)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 March 2008
Never saw
so much dog shit
in my life
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Down to the basics
Posted by sdoubinsky on 14 March 2008
rain rain rain
then
sun sun sun
then
poem poem poem
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500 pieces
Posted by sdoubinsky on 11 March 2008
sometimes
life becomes
a puzzle
but you know
that all the
colored
cardboard
pieces
you hold in your hand
will never be enough
to finish it
Yet
bravely
you set them down
hoping
you can guess
the final image
anyway
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Delicate
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 March 2008
Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me
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There’s no place like home
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 March 2008
but we sure wish there was
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Bad ear (or I should get a medal for doing this)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 February 2008
My ear is shot
Haven’t slept in two days
and here I am writing
this miserable poem
Is it friendship pushing me
or just poetry’s bad junk
shaking me up and down
and never letting me be?
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Anniversarery pome (To my partner in crime, DJ Eldon)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 February 2008
no candles
but fireworks
no explosions
but roman candles
we have written pomes
for one good year now
we are very tired
but our mouths are still
full of spit, tongue, stones
and words
no firecrackers
but live ammo
no funeral pyres
but a feather
of the Phoenix
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If not
Posted by sdoubinsky on 21 February 2008
poems
are
free
like a bank robbery
a good fist fight
or a major break up
I said
poems
are
free
I didn’t say
they were nice
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Another mystery
Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 February 2008
The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older
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