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Carnival | poetryisnot
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That monster under your bed. February 9, 2016. February 11, 2016. The soft flutter of a fan. Blows chaotic tropical salsas. The drums rumble the earth. On all the instruments. Far to the north. Trombones most of all). Riotous in the Old Quarter. The Pendulum At Rest. One thought on “ Carnival. June 21, 2016 at 8:17 am. This is a wonderful read, Mark. Reading “The drums rumble the earth” – felt like a drum rumble in my mouth. Fine line. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Write as you will.
Tiny Maelstrom | poetryisnot
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That monster under your bed. January 15, 2016. February 1, 2016. Of my draining sink. The force of its twisting. Compressed to thread’s width. Like the wet smackery. Of two squids kissing. Somewhere in the plumbing. Stuck in sucker lock. To tell the parents. The Pendulum At Rest. 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). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. The Pendulum At Rest.
Bayou Diaries: The Cars | poetryisnot
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That monster under your bed. Bayou Diaries: The Cars. January 14, 2016. The cars pass on the avenue. Hum and whoosh, snippets of music. The trees take no notice. Leaf still and silent. I am here to see the trees. My only daily companions. Searching for their secret. In which pursuit the cars. Are a useful distraction. They come, and pass, are gone. A lesson for my squirrely mind. Let the thoughts pass me by. Like the path vanishing. With each step deeper into. The the overarching grove. Write as you will.
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That monster under your bed. 8220;tick-tock cog”. I first wrote escapement, the wheel with teeth and the little rocking thing that makes the tick-tock sound and regulates the movement of the hands to keep proper time. Escapement seemed too much like a $10 word for PIN. The Coriolus Force is why flushing toilets spin one way in the northern hemisphere and the other in the southern. More fully: an effect whereby a mass moving in a rotating system experiences a force (the Coriolis force. Let Andriod or iOS ...
The Pendulum At Rest | poetryisnot
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That monster under your bed. The Pendulum At Rest. January 30, 2016. February 1, 2016. For Katner and Bowie and All The Rest. The gods we have made. As in a dim & silent gallery. My every step echoes,. The knelling of a bell,. Around some corner,. Tower or spire,. It does not matter. Cold, Newtonian precision. As the weight descends. Toward the last chime. 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).
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July 4, 2014. Found this in a small notebook while cleaning my room today…it’s probably from early 2012 or late 2013. might as well keep it here for posterity 🙂. Can trust and truth. 8217;round your wrist. Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2. May 6, 2014. I’m in their apartment, my friends,. And they lifted the window up,. So some spring summer air lets in. Just enough to pick up his cologne,. And it is quiet. I am here,. And it is quiet. Https:/ www.youtube.com/watch? 642 things to write about. April 29, 2014. V frie...
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Knowledge Comes with a Price - Pay it Forward
Knowledge Comes with a Price - Pay it Forward. The occasional weapon forged from words;. My beliefs are held here in the intricacy of verse. Writing, life, liberalism. I love people. Though I don't like them very much. The fewer people you get close to the fewer people you let down. This is your reminder to always vote. 5 months ago 5,467 notes. Lol at Russia being one of the few countries where most people do have faith him. Is anyone surprised by that? 5 months ago 525 notes. 5 months ago 30,620 notes.
poetryisnot | that monster under your bed
That monster under your bed. June 27, 2016. And the livin’ is easy. The crisp, wilted lawn. On the dappled bank. Ducks. Fat flares on the coals. On the flames while. Women fan and talk. To lament the weather,. The park is a labor. A sotherner’s acceptance. Of summer’s warm embrace. Of a hot June afternoon. February 17, 2016. March 18, 2016. It didn’t winter enough. For them to stop. February 9, 2016. February 11, 2016. The soft flutter of a fan. Blows chaotic tropical salsas. The drums rumble the earth.
I Write To Escape | …I wrote my heart out
I Write To Escape. 8230;I wrote my heart out. Till it breathed no more. It broke the oven and its baker. As the bun to its maker. For my friend’s niece/nephew that briefly breathed our air. All of us are seeds, and death is just another plantation to spring forth something,. August 7, 2015. August 7, 2015. Or to be abused? A white chalk,. Are we here to learn. Or to be abused? Meant breaking the child? July 10, 2015. July 10, 2015. The Need to Write. My ink is red and. My blood is blue. July 5, 2015.
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Art power. heart. A movement to make art cool again. On May 27, 2014 by Casey Pletcher. Memphis gets a bad wrap. Around the block until the street signs. Change, you’ll find the night. Burying itself in short skirts. Taming wild hearts roaring. Vodka, side-car split. Duck and weave, avoid. Short shirts, low pants. Hands pigment color change. Touch and hold smaller. Copies of copious bands. Billowing to brewed ears. From eyes, all tourists. Wet brown-red dead cole-. Slaw licked lips, Memphis.
