the idea is small. make it be a poem. send me your small poems. i'll publish them. lynzepoet@gmail.com or post one yourself, in the comments.
3:15whitebuttons flooredhard curvesΣ3:29pinkdew softautumn cloud
'Brunch' she slicedonetomatowhilethe boy on the radiosang about love
In Fairy Taleswe walk through our snowy world..don't blinkwhy?there are colder places in your eyes &I want to catch them for the map
post-it notesi am lost -have you loved melately~~~~too late -i'm going backto hatingyour~~~~if only ibelievedyou -i would surely loveyou~~~~don't mind me -i'm just your backseatlover~~~~without my pussycati'm just a dog withouta bone~~~~when i’m goneyou’ll wish i’d never told thetruth~~~~i said never -and i’ll never say thatagain~~~~i watch always nowthe placeyou left me behind~~~~you askedfor the truth -i should have knownbetter~~~~you said you’d bebackbut never said when -i wait, still
the philosopher's stoneramalinga turned into lightand tried to give it awaya recipe:1) dissolution2) a raven's head3) albedo4) a peacock's tail5) distillation6) a fixation7) polish the stone with sunsitting on the chaisetaking in light, she walks byshe's newgolden haired in the parkinglot an hour later imagine pulling outof the universe, then diving back in.
Affairs of the Heart It is poetrywhen the wind murmursSlav melodies in your ear It is poetrywhen your finger forms her nameon top of the water It is poetrywhen the thorn turnsto the pink of a rose Poetry isgiving a nameto a river that separates usand doesn’t exist It is poetrywhen the barb of the arrowbrushes to the side the air moleculesat the surface of your foreheadand for a split visual moment you readon the tip of the arrowI love you as it piercesyour third eyeand heart ~~~Alex Nodopaka January©2011AD Something
sometime during the nightrain begins to gatherin misty sheetswrap trees in gossamer halosdrift in starlit mantlesto cover the grasscast a grey veil over strangerswandering home from unknown nightlivesMercury slides down the barometerlike a stripper down her poleyou cuddle behind me like a blanket of sunbeamsand we watch the sunburn night from the skyRae Pater
Missing PieceI saw in you a place cut to the shape of meand thought I spiedfinallya place where I might fitsummer endswhere fading lightdelineatesa paper cut in the skythat almost fitthe shape of I
a love match of oppositesCancer woman & G mini manI say Hello&You sayGoodbye
User Friendlyby Tashaplease don't drink till I'm homeI'll call you from workhit me when I comeyou were upsetwe sit in a coffinI told you that your hair looks good, 5 times last nite!
gut wrench: broken carmumholds, his hand, until: the end
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3:15
white
buttons floored
hard curves
Σ
3:29
pink
dew soft
autumn cloud
'Brunch'
she
sliced
one
tomato
while
the boy on the radio
sang about love
In Fairy Tales
we walk through our snowy world..
don't blink
why?
there are colder places in your eyes &
I want to catch them for the map
post-it notes
i am lost -
have you loved me
lately
~~~~
too late -
i'm going back
to hating
your
~~~~
if only i
believed
you -
i would surely love
you
~~~~
don't mind me -
i'm just your backseat
lover
~~~~
without my pussy
cat
i'm just a dog without
a bone
~~~~
when i’m gone
you’ll wish
i’d never told the
truth
~~~~
i said never -
and i’ll never say that
again
~~~~
i watch always now
the place
you left me behind
~~~~
you asked
for the truth -
i should have known
better
~~~~
you said you’d be
back
but never said when -
i wait, still
the philosopher's stone
ramalinga turned into light
and tried to give it away
a recipe:
1) dissolution
2) a raven's head
3) albedo
4) a peacock's tail
5) distillation
6) a fixation
7) polish the stone with sun
sitting on the chaise
taking in light, she walks by
she's new
golden haired in the parking
lot an hour later
imagine pulling out
of the universe, then
diving back in.
Affairs of the Heart
It is poetry
when the wind murmurs
Slav melodies in your ear
It is poetry
when your finger forms her name
on top of the water
It is poetry
when the thorn turns
to the pink of a rose
Poetry is
giving a name
to a river that separates us
and doesn’t exist
It is poetry
when the barb of the arrow
brushes to the side
the air molecules
at the surface of your forehead
and for a split
visual moment you read
on the tip of the arrow
I love you
as it pierces
your third eye
and heart
~~~
Alex Nodopaka January©2011
AD Something
sometime during the night
rain begins to gather
in misty sheets
wrap trees in gossamer halos
drift in starlit mantles
to cover the grass
cast a grey veil over strangers
wandering home from unknown nightlives
Mercury slides down the barometer
like a stripper down her pole
you cuddle behind me
like a blanket of sunbeams
and we watch the sun
burn night from the sky
Rae Pater
Missing Piece
I saw in you a place cut
to the shape of me
and thought I spied
finally
a place where I might fit
summer ends
where fading light
delineates
a paper cut in the sky
that almost fit
the shape of I
a love match of opposites
Cancer woman & G mini man
I say
Hello
&
You say
Goodbye
User Friendly
by Tasha
please don't drink till I'm home
I'll call you from work
hit me when I come
you were upset
we sit in a coffin
I told you that your hair looks good,
5 times last nite!
gut wrench
: broken car
mum
holds, his
hand, until
: the end
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