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Bare Feet and Feathers: An Atlas and a Box of Crayons
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Sunday, March 3, 2013. An Atlas and a Box of Crayons. Apprehending the Atlas,. Stay calm world,. Got a box of Crayolas. Look from the box to the map. There's a lot of work to do. Colored wax to the rescue! Big problems. That's it. Hot spots. Get them fixed. Jerusalem. Everyone wants it. Jews Muslims. Christians. We take complex toys. From toddlers and shelve them. So, out goes Jerusalem. I'm going to need the Holy Blue. Where to put it? The Dome of the Rock.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: May 2013
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bare Feet and Feathers is a collection of my poems. Bare without Feathers is a collection of my prose. I hope you enjoy them. View my complete profile. My Other Site for Prose. Great Books and Classics. Academy for Ancient Texts. More of Patrick's books ». Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: April 2013
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Monday, April 29, 2013. And feet on the earth. And hearts to bleed. Infect us with magic. Irradiate us with light. Expel us from a planet. Let the mutant emerge. Celebrate mutation in unique dance. Spread your cape over the earth. Spin your web and fly. Conceive of every device against evil. Get drunk on the possibilities of becoming. Explode into solitary martial violence. You'll slam against a wall of evil. You'll bash the body of your villain.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: February 2013
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Saturday, February 2, 2013. It don't matter a damn. Pour through your hands. You gonna tell me I'm ugly. Or, you gonna tell me I'm pretty. When I'm a-holding your heart. In the palm of my hand. Yeah, that 's what I thought. You're soft, You might be a poet. But you ain't no preacher. And you got no charisma. Pick up your arms. Get some blood on your hands. We got a world to build. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: Super Hero
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Monday, April 29, 2013. And feet on the earth. And hearts to bleed. Infect us with magic. Irradiate us with light. Expel us from a planet. Let the mutant emerge. Celebrate mutation in unique dance. Spread your cape over the earth. Spin your web and fly. Conceive of every device against evil. Get drunk on the possibilities of becoming. Explode into solitary martial violence. You'll slam against a wall of evil. You'll bash the body of your villain. Feliz Dia ...
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Bare Feet and Feathers: Portrait of a Cat Bathing
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Saturday, July 7, 2012. Portrait of a Cat Bathing. The cat bathes with gravity. In a taffy of light. Pulled from our star. And knotted to a home made afghan,. A hand-knit event horizon. A cat bath is an infinite Sunday. Condensed into a self-absorbed mass. Of luxury and fur. August 24, 2012 at 6:34 PM. Sounds like a delightful way to bathe! August 25, 2012 at 5:20 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Portrait of a Cat Bathing.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: July 2012
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Saturday, July 7, 2012. Portrait of a Cat Bathing. The cat bathes with gravity. In a taffy of light. Pulled from our star. And knotted to a home made afghan,. A hand-knit event horizon. A cat bath is an infinite Sunday. Condensed into a self-absorbed mass. Of luxury and fur. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bare Feet and Feathers is a collection of my poems. Bare without Feathers is a collection of my prose. I hope you enjoy them.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: November 2011
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Wednesday, November 23, 2011. Step up and out of the stream. Into your authentic chair. Leave the banquet behind your eyelids. Acquiesce to the universe, every pore. Tie a string on your thought. This thread of sincerity. Tie it quick to the fringes of time. Pregnant with the helium of hope. Three feathers of a wing. Fly straight through heaven. Into the heart of God. Your truth, your humility, your freedom. You paid no tax for a moment. Links to this post.
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Bare Feet and Feathers: The Extinction of Poems
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Bare Feet and Feathers. A Collection of Poetry. Saturday, March 24, 2012. The Extinction of Poems. Inspired by two poems. The first is "Memo from the Desk of X" by Donald Justice. The second is "Like Gods" by John Koethe). God, make this desk bleed. The consubstantiation of me. What Divinity I might have,. Make its stain spill out in letters. In words, in imagery, in faith,. In raspberries, in feathers, in heaven. I'm crying citrus to an aluminum ceiling. Hard rain splatters back. Silence.
