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Sarongs: soft charcoal lines - sketch 1
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C) Nicky Goodman, poems prosepoems flashfiction. Sunday, August 2, 2009. Soft charcoal lines - sketch 1. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pieces of cloth, tapestry to hanky, the material, the canvas, those quilts, patches, shawls - a few colourful poems, proseypoems, and short fiction. Charcoal, sketch 2. Soft charcoal lines - sketch 1. View my complete profile. Canadian Poetry: Season of Stealth. Circles and Straight Lines. What we don't need in a poem about nakedness. What An. Arsehole.
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Sarongs: L'Haim (To Life, a toast...)
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C) Nicky Goodman, poems prosepoems flashfiction. Monday, July 27, 2009. L'Haim (To Life, a toast.). There is no pain like birth. Forgotten under the umbrella. Of soft arms,. All the wet, and the dry. Just as it is, awake. Or sleeping gently, since,. Every sunny day and storm. Is just weather; a blanket, umbrella,. The cradle of safe arms,. Raised into the air, and kissed. To sleep in peace. Ah, Nicky, this made me tingle! Im serious. Beautiful and cozy. Comforting and hopeful. July 29, 2009 at 11:59 AM.
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poems...poems...: Grief, a dislike of that
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, 17 April 2013. Grief, a dislike of that. Who that does not mourn, grieve,. Die inside, that does not pace back and forward. In a box that was made. A container, like the one making cows feel safer,. To express better, like a room, a box for a cat, poem,. The News, a ball-bearing, or cake box, the walls falling. When a ribbon is untied, or when dislike for simile holds fast. No more, a dislike of. And in a last salute to metaphor. View my complete profile.
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poems...poems...: Runner 93
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Saturday, 26 December 2009. This is the time when she looked up to say. 8220;This is the time when most people do a runner.”. Like she is not most people,. And is not going to do a runner,. Except all she's ever wanted to be is. Most people, to stop running from whatever it is,. Just be most people enough to begin, like most people do,. To fall for the very next kindness she meets. Is a good person, and she. Just wants to be intimate like most people,. Away from being alone.
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poems...poems...: Maya, the dragonfly’s wife.
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, 10 April 2013. Maya, the dragonfly’s wife. Asked the dragonfly, 'Is that what forgiving the self is before becoming? Before becoming, what? Asked the rabbit, very confused. Less Radical. Or more. Depends which way you look at it.’ said the dragonfly barely moving a muscle. 8216;Sometimes I think you are being deliberately superficial! 8216;You want to go somewhere? 8217; asked the dragonfly, keeping perfectly still. Said the dragonfly's wife. If he were on vacat...
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poems...poems...: ...and if you dont know cinnamon
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Sunday, 30 January 2011. And if you dont know cinnamon. It will come as mysterious as cinnamon,. And if you don’t know cinnamon. It may present itself to you. As apple pie, or mulled wine. And you will remember,. There must have been times,. There must have been - times. In cinnamon flavours and allspice,. When nutmeg raindrops dark outside. Felt like gentle fingers stroking your hair,. Until what wasn‘t known, becomes bolder,. Asserting itself in unrecognisable moments;.
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poems...poems...: haiku, satin shell
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Saturday, 26 December 2009. Haiku, satin shell. Pearl satin shell curled. A nestling swan's drumming wings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Canadian Poetry: Season of Stealth. Sourced from what spring, Driven by what internal command, Accompaniment to the depths of the horn, Announcing the commencement of the act. Stationed on the . Circles and Straight Lines. What we don't need in a poem about nakedness. If he were on vacation.
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poems...poems...: Passion sounds of light rain on green,
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, 17 April 2013. Passion sounds of light rain on green,. Passion sounds of light rain on green,. As real, to hear musical raindrops. In the hammocks of tines; how the weight,. The holding, the letting go, needs time running. Down monastery walls, hermetic room,. Body, in rumoured enclosures of quiet,. Together, alone - considered. Lonely, a waste. To sense music resting. In the hammock of tines, the harmony. Of music inside, and outside; when light. Awesome Inc...
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poems...poems...: Meditation
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Friday, 25 December 2009. Rushing from one to the other. He was always far away from it. Looking in the mirror of the other. Understanding only this way. The blinding light of reflection. Has something to do with the self,. Still comparing one with the other. He thought he was lost. That doesn’t know itself. Is where he is. Until he thought he was found. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Canadian Poetry: Season of Stealth. If he were on vacation.
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poems...poems...: People of the Lie
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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Thursday, 18 February 2010. People of the Lie. Although you loved him, you also reveled. In his humiliation, when his older surety. Was ridiculed, his place in the world.a schism, irreparable. You, a witness, unable to acknowledge. The pleasure in this administered damage,. Instead admired his footsteps, your fledgling. Predator to forever protect his greatest pretense. However, from under those feathers of yours',. Swan and Peacock both have eyes of stone. Sourced from wh...
