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Pretty Dancer by Harriet Nicholas A poem about some girls I have known . . . and their way. . . please, read on and find out . . .... [176 words]
You Are... by Sandy Wasson It's the expresssion of feeling, of what one person means to another. [212 words]
Troubles With Familiarity by Bruce Anthony Huston A look at my hometown, a bit pessimistic, but nevertheless an honest look at my homet... [78 words]
Sometimes I Wonder by Desmond Harris - [85 words]
Rose by Ashley Rivera A love poem. A woman missing her beloved. [97 words]
Hear Now by Mahbubul (Sohel) Karim Rumbling and mumbling of random thoughts on current world affair. [401 words]
From The Heart by John D. Kimbrough Going our separate ways. [188 words]
Empty Closets by Richard Koss A poem which no doubt, is controversial. I'm sure many will consider it homophobic, (a stupid wor... [223 words]
Alphabetized Nebula. by Martin De Leon an excursion into the origins of text via a visual soundscape. abstract hip-hop and the sh... [162 words]
A Message To The Exile by Martin Milner Animal imagery is used to emphasize soul searching in this poem about non conformance an... [70 words]
A Man's Dream by Janae D Anthony Living life. [315 words]
Where I Am Today by Susan T Fisher Satisfied with the way my life has turned out. [141 words]
Star Magic by Susan T Fisher How beautiful the night sky is. [79 words]
Roamer Of The Night by Vianne-Marie Fortier It's about a girl who loves the night, I guess. And, when it's night she feels alive. [86 words]
It's Nothing Like Our Sky by John Amos A small collection of nature poetry. It goes from the mountains to the high desert t... [223 words]
Compute... by Rachel Biddlecome Frusteration about technologically advancements. [79 words]
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Writing In The Dark by Bruce Anthony Huston a brief encounter with, literally, writing in the dark. submit to being blinded for a short... [95 words]
Wisdom Sucks by Kathleen McCarthy A poem about wisdom and the shock of getting older. [142 words]
When Do I Give Up? by Hippolito Jaken Do you give up when there's nothing more to hold on to? [99 words]
To Say Goodbye To A Friendship by Kathrine Knickrehm This poem is about a relationship's end. [31 words]
The Spanish Girl by Bruce Anthony Huston A few thoughts about a single scene of brief infatuation with a stranger. [81 words]
The Muse Speaks To The Writer by Harriet Nicholas A poem about the determined muse within my head that urges me to keep writing! [117 words]
Ruins Of Innocense by Andrew David Johnson A poem about the end of innocence. Inspired by a rebellious friend who seemed at peace only ... [183 words]
Rainbow In My Heart by Susan T Fisher Once perfect love, now gone forever. [81 words]
Our Love, True by Kathrine Knickrehm It's about love, true love. About not just a feeling, but a past, a future, and a commitment. [95 words]
Oratorical Anomaly. by Martin De Leon - [238 words]
I Haven't Found Myself Yet by Harriet Nicholas A sad poem I wrote one night when I was feeling very, very sorry for myself . . . [100 words]
Guilt by Harriet Nicholas A short poem about guilt. [91 words]
Forever 24, Forever Unreachable by T.C. Beto Too young, too beautiful, too smart, to love me. [59 words]
Empty by Kathrine Knickrehm What's life about? [220 words]
Distracted By The Machines Of Man... by Bruce Anthony Huston A brief look at the "simple" way of living. The brief pauses that we need ... [118 words]
Caged by Heather Loyd This is a poem about being locked up in a cage, looking to someone else to set you free. [129 words]
Adoration Is Not Love by Harriet Nicholas A poem about . . . well, myself really and I boy I fancied when I was about thirteen! [122 words]
A Gentle Vision by Bruce Anthony Huston A poem in tribute to a lovely lady. [57 words]

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A little abstract expressionism, a litle nonsense. Put it togeather however you like and call it what you will. Isn't that the point?
[438 words]
John Amos
Okay, fine. I'm a twenty two year old student from just south of San Francisco. I enjoy a lot of things that you probably wouldn't care to hear about and I have a cat. I also enjoy my cat. He's funny.
[June 2001]
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It's Nothing Like Our Sky (Poetry) A small collection of nature poetry. It goes from the mountains to the high desert to my front yard in haiku and finaly out into the universe. Read Autochrist Supermarket and you'll see it's much les... [223 words] [Nature]
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Waking Dream

The waking dreams I have of you
Echo to be fulfilled:
Wet autumn woods
Your hand in mine

I am infected and complete.

   * * *

A fascist clockwork

 tonight i wear my nightmare bones,
circadian fluid spilling from my head.
You play the spider and i’ll play the butterfly,
and i’ll fall back inside myself.
into (my) fascist clockwork
to create a world in loving arms.
until the gears run to rust,
and tear into the hardest parts of me.

   * * *

For L

She said she wanted to know what was behind my eyes.
(i used to be somebody, then i got smart)
The number of receptors in the skin is greatest for pain.
(she went through me like a pavement saw)

   * * *


Are you watching me?
I can feel the world calling out
Across the universe
For holy blood and big red times
Of thoughtless glee
And simpering lust.
My mind rushes off to somewhere
Into the absinthe distance.
The all-violent and bright white distance.
Out where it's quiet forever.
Why aren't you watching me?

   * * *

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“come simper in, your lord is here,
For those of you who’ve fled.
Come chortle in and eat your stew
And wipe away the dread”

A fortnight’s spring ends cold and dark,
My priest has gone to bed.
He snores and spits and glabors on:
“Come sanctify your head”

“The mistress in the iron dress
Has wrapped our night in ice.”
His words like blades drift through my skull
And toll their meatish price.

Through his sleep he leaks his mind
And dribbles down his chin.
His sermon spins and sputters on
And leaves me licked and flim.

“Jilted tongue engorged with wrath
Inaudible in fields of play.
For all the filthy joy it gleans,
Do sit awhile and think.

A hedish sieve interpretive?
Come simper in (your simple lean)
I want to lickyour compass clean,
Oh babe of simple time.

Cannot the maid of apple fair
Unweave this tangle in my hair?
The droves of kittens she removes
Have none the less a game to prove

Though sometimes minds lie in the pink,
They often die unsung.”

Those lips are soft and wetish slick,
That tongue is softer still.
though it’s the eyes that draw you in,
they’re worn by hands that kill.

   * * *

A Corset’s Best

Undone laces strewn about serpentine
Come falling down my timid fingers

A lady’s trancing lips do become you
And set my head to spin

   * * *

Pele’s Hair
(for S)

Your words cut into me
Like eating a handful of Pele’s hair:
Sharp tresses
Razor silicate born of fire
Pushing into my tongue

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All-Dancing Muse

I hate you my dear,
My sweet irrelevancy
All star-lit and fucked out.
My all-dancing muse.
I hate your trancing gaze that never washes off
And makes me shudder like taking a
Mouth full of straight vodka
It sticks to me like napalm burning,
Bright jellied gasoline
Collecting in the bottom of my stomach.



"Well, since no one will give me feedback on any of my poems (That was why I posted them) I guess I'll have to do it myself! Be more concrete next time. I don't think people can connect with any of these poems. (But my other set of poems were concrete and no one reviewed them either!) Don't you talk back to me! (I'll talk back all I want mr. wannabe literary critic! Just who do you think you are?) I'm you and you'd better damn well listen to me if you ever want to get anywhere with this stuff!" -- John Amos.
"I really enjoyed this. I'm in a highschool creative writing class and I'm so used to hearing concrete stuff (and writing it, I'm sorry to say)that to read something so abstract is kind of intriguing. I like poetry that makes you think, and this definitely does. Some of it's open to interpretation, but it seems that in some of them you were abstracting on a concrete idea and it leaves the reader's mind to wonder where the inspiration lies. I especially like the collection's title. I also really enjoyed Waking Dreams, Untitled, and For L. " -- Tami Lynn, Bossier City, LA, USA.
"Well, what can i say, i really, really liked them, I too need feedback so check out some of mine!!" -- Butaflie Works.


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