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Getting Past Puppy Love in Poetry JoeUser Forums

We are synchronicity Pattern emerged from chaos As the winter robes the ground In crystal lace and ivory furs You are serendipity The grinning bias of circumstance When nocturnal pens joined our Horizons I did not yet recognize my muse I am blessed Which is what Haitians say When their hearts glow brilliant with hope And their minds throb thickly with doubt I am grateful Which

Another Tribute to the Death of Innocence in Poetry JoeUser Forums

I’m told hearing is the vibration of tiny hairs tiny fragile hairs swimming in yellow fluid twitching and clenching to the beat of life's roar like the wasted boxer with lifeless eyes a handful of hits for the knock-out and every fall is a high-pitched tone the last shriek of a dying nerve I remember the stomach-twisting boil

Reply to Why I Won't be Eating Veal Any Time Soon in Personal Relationships JoeUser Forums

My reaction exactly.

Reply to A Poem for Lovers in Poetry JoeUser Forums

Thanks.

Reply to For My Christian Friends in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Well. These pagans may forgive you, but I for one intend to maintain my vendetta until the end of time. Just kidding. God bless.

A Poem for Lovers in Poetry JoeUser Forums

blood or tears, darling; anything but stillness steal not thy pain, shield not thy weakness: I would adorn thy perfection like jewels in a crown; but think me not fragile relegated to your gilt boxes for as thou art wounded I would be thy bandage as thy muscles weaken I would be thy repast do not think me

Things I keep Secret in Dating JoeUser Forums

There are so many things I can't tell her. It's ironic, because I can tell her anything . Just not everything . You see, she is scared to death of love. This is not an interpretation, she has told me. But that's all right, I told her. Slow is good. Maybe better. The upshot is that all relational issues are dealt with over long periods of ti

Trust Me in Poetry JoeUser Forums

When mascara runs from your cheeks like mud from filthy streets and your hair holds its shape like a plastic mold when your knees buckle beneath the weight of integrity and prone you wait unfeeling, unthinking when your eyes darken distorted by pain and grief sets your tongue aflame Trust me to see you

Reply to A Look into the Mind of OckhamsRazor in Blogging JoeUser Forums

I'm a few years old in this world, myself. I've been sucked into the drama once or twice... and I've been the drama once or twice. I remember Sir Peter Maxwell coming and going with all the applomb of a proper eccentric billionaire; I remember Dharma's Ducky and "Deleted"'s banning. When I dropped off the face of the earth--that is, when I was *ahem* banned--I turned elsewhere for the sense of community that JU offered. It won't surprise an

Memories in Denial in Sex & Romance JoeUser Forums

damp hair, shower soaked blonde roots barely showing the smell driving me wild your precious satin lips like virgin veins of gold desire holding me still I still imagine, sometimes when love disturbs my peace that you still belong to me

Sans Amputation in Poetry JoeUser Forums

A heart-shaped love was what I wanted a love to wear like a bullet-proof vest What would I give for you? Anything. What would I give up for you? Anything--except my heart. Steal away my piano-- if you love me what else matters? Hide away my religion-- I need nothing else but you. But the heart is an organ throbbing with

Fading in Poetry JoeUser Forums

breathe me in like morning mist choke on the ether of my memory feel my breath on the hairs of your neck spin 'round to catch my ghost fleeing like a lodestone holding your heart I call in the voice of dead passion for my pain I would never release you for my love would imprison you always reduce the dream to tragedy feed

Too Old to Cry in Poetry JoeUser Forums

I am always one step ahead. At five I dreamed of ten, PG movies, better toys tall enough to see over counters and finally too old for tears. At twelve I dreamed of seventeen cars and parties and women wisdom equal to my decisions and finally too old for tears. At twenty I dream of thirty success and a child of my

Reply to Fantastic Four: The rise of the Silver Surfer is.... in Movie Reviews JoeUser Forums

I did want to add that Jessica Alba isn't quite as 'hawt' as I would like in this movie, but still not bad for eye candy. She's certainly had better movies. Oh well. I saw it, and though nine dollars is a bit much for my taste, it certainly was a positive experience. Next stop: Ocean's 13.</

Bottle Immortalis in Poetry JoeUser Forums

I remember being homeless how my spirit ached for peace I remember wanting, needing passion dimmed by darker hungers than I'd ever seek to fill. I remember shadowed corridors the kind that crawls with paramours-- the ones I thought I'd buried I feigned freedom as I carried rusted needles filled with freedom bottles brimmed

Happy Birthday, Karen in Poetry JoeUser Forums

Karen aka Dharmagrl, Though I don't do much posting, I read your articles regularly. Thanks for your contributions. I wrote this poem in your honor (also posted on a similar thread by foreverserenity). ~The Hazel Target From one who knows birthdays are not events but excuses, brief exclamation points in life's chaotic prose

Reply to HAPPY BIRTHDAY DHARMA GIRL! in Blog Communities JoeUser Forums

From one who knows that a birthday is not an event but an excuse, a brief exclamation point in life's chaotic prose: may your reflection be gentle may your lover be close may your indulgence be harmless may the dreams that spur you onward be placed within your reach; and may those that are not leave you in peace. ~The Hazel Target

Pretending It's Better This Way in Poetry JoeUser Forums

How beautiful is brevity the second form of rarity like ripples sway down glossy hair in motion is its strength. No man on death will gladly dwell but by its fear does love compel how sad if sunset's crimson flare like life were cursed with length.

Reply to Wedding-night Jitters in Poetry JoeUser Forums

As always, you are too kind. Thanks for the encouragement.

Wedding-night Jitters in Poetry JoeUser Forums

To my bride: this last day is lethal we make our vows now while magic bows beneath the weight of worlds combining. To my wife: this echoed oath rings truthful still; as the saints are saved and baptized, so I swear and declare for all to know that I love and will always love.<!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-Start

The Strangest Knife in Poetry JoeUser Forums

Every so often I shed my shades, lift my lids to the blinding lights-- for of all the ways that my back has been stabbed, hope was the strangest knife.

Me too! (Haiku) in Poetry JoeUser Forums

vapor forgotten only a smudge left behind tears on newspaper

Habits Betray Me in Poetry JoeUser Forums

I know: a month later it's not cute anymore, just pathetic. I know: the cute waitress at the pizza shop deserves a second glance. I know: I said I wasn't waiting, but I stay up to spend less time in bed staving off memories like Judas staved off his silver. I also know: when I'm with you I

Reply to So WHY Aren't Third Parties Winning? in Politics JoeUser Forums

FYI: the Sir Peter link is no longer good.