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October | 2014 | Lust and Found
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Out of different lives, various loves, a few frustrations and numerous deligths. Archive for October, 2014. We Only Just Met. Jeanann Verlee Poet. Performer. Polka-dot wearer. White Mongoose Write Mongoose. Definitely uncategorized. yet. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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The Wanderer | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. I bow full of tears. 5 Responses to “The Wanderer”. May 20, 2010 at 1:57 pm. How often love gets swamped in other things. May 20, 2010 at 2:29 pm. 8220;tell/ the loneliness/ on the street/ it was love”. 8211;a beautiful phrase! Http:/ mairmusic.wordpress.com/. May 20, 2010 at 3:10 pm. You painted the sadness perfectly. May 20, 2010 at 6:04 pm. I agree with mairmusic, that line was simply perfection. Great poem! May 21, 2010 at 6:05 pm.
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Utopia | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. Where trees adorn the pasture. And farmers separating the roads. A glorification of being. Where the city will never come. The Wanderer →. 5 Responses to “Utopia”. May 20, 2010 at 2:44 am. I live in an area that is close to that (thought not perfect) and sometimes it is very utopian. May 20, 2010 at 3:26 am. I like you style. You use a few words each one makes a statement of its own. I’m at moondustwriter.com. May 20, 2010 at 8:40 am.
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Who is Poetryjunk ? | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. 8220;Experimental Poet who eat words and spit them out in sense”. 34 years old and writes short poems. You’re welcome to comment the poems, but do it on the right way. Thanks and enjoy reading,. One Response to “Who is Poetryjunk? November 29, 2009 at 11:15 am. I love your poems. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Join 4 other followers.
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2.17.10 – 23.06 | arbitrary rhapsody
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Expressing the symphonic simplicities of life. February 17, 2010. 21710 – 23.06. At 11:06 pm by xinrai. Tones as clear as crystal spheres,. Plucked from seamless midnight air. Satin surrounds my fevered skin,. Soft as water poised at rims. As styled sirens sing through brass,. Atmosphere clasps it in its grasp,. And quiet melodic drum. 2 Comments ». February 18, 2010 at 11:21 am. Such a peaceful and serene piece. June 15, 2010 at 5:15 pm. This line is perfection:. 8216;soft as water poised at rims’.
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bowl of random words 16 | a bowl of random words
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A bowl of random words. About a bowl of random words. Bowl of random words 16. Use these words in a poem. Post your poem in the comments. By the odd inkwell. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». 15 thoughts on “ bowl of random words 16. 05/01/2010 at 1:48 am. The shade of lilies. 05/03/2010 at 4:28 pm. A grasshopper leaps from a soaken branch only to. Slip from the dewy tresses of a puddled leaf. While smoke pillows and lofts quietly into the air. Edging around raindrops and bending. 05/20/2010 at 8:00 pm.
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Lou and Me | Lust and Found
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Out of different lives, various loves, a few frustrations and numerous deligths. November 6, 2014 / Karolina Joniec. In my chest an array of fireworks bursts out in kaleidoscopic patterns. Each time I see Lou’s ears fluttering with the leaves dropping off trees,. Or when the neighbor’s cat sun-bakes his dry bones on car roofs. When she presses her nose in my palm, the kaleidoscope explodes in my lungs;. Its shreds rush through my flesh straight to the head over heels. Filed under love bites.
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January | 2010 | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. Archive January, 2010. With frost on my lenses. I will follow you blindly. Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 4 other followers. Blog at WordPress.com.
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December | 2009 | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. Archive December, 2009. Short the free mind. Given in green genes. Fresh diluted the alcohol. Otherwise I was happy. Fascinating appeal the conviction. Of one who understood me. Salt heals wounds not to blame. Blame is for pastors. Virtuosic are my dreams of pure emotion. Madness with utopian fantasy. Sleep is all, no noise from rising life of the day. Touch myself a settled sleep. Where everything is now and yesterday is gone.
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May | 2010 | I eat words and spit them out in sense
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Short poems by Poetryjunk. I eat words and spit them out in sense. Archive May, 2010. In white broken steel and soft silent. Stands the refrigerator on stand by. To preserve the cold of his coolness. And conserve apple pies and morphine. Outside the door of rising pressure. Vibrates your waste heat. In a caress of diffuse noise. Through the thin air. I bow full of tears. Where trees adorn the pasture. And farmers separating the roads. A glorification of being. Where the city will never come.