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A Jesters Job
2007-09-24 17:45:00
A Jesters JobLee GarretThe Domino Jestergayly prancedbedecked with bellsand impish grin.With a struttingand impious wit,he mocked maid,knight and crown. With recklace impunitygathering mirthlike miser's coins,the fool went onlost in his roleand lost his headone ill-blessed daywhen a jest went wrong. Now that head,upon a pikestrands outsidethe city gate.All flesh is strippedby raven folk;and still the skullgrins at its fate. Now you would thinkthere'd be a dirthof fools to claimso dread a station,But the openingwas filled at onceby a half-wit in needof avocation. And in the longcold winter nights,when hearts hidefrom spectres grim,they say a phantomstrolls the dark,hunting laughteronce again.

A Game Of Patience
2007-09-24 09:59:00
A Game Of Patience Trish MacQueenSmall droplets of sprinkling water tumbles quietly to the groundAll the while that it is hitting it is not making a solitary soundAll around wee pixies, fairies, and water nymphs playfully danceWound up in nature?s spell and still in love with all the romance.Above the tiny dancers, a large spreading tree protects their spotAway from the dangerous world of big people who are not taughtTo understand what little gifts are hidden, tucked away in placeOr even what might invade them, from the planets in outer space.Enchanting music beats to the pounding upon hard native drumsAs, almost invisible, they enjoy their calm open-minded freedomsAll the while, waiting for the human species to know and understandThat there is more to life then power, but it?s solely in God?s hand.

A Speck Of The Universe
2007-09-22 16:01:00
A Speck of the Univers e by James M OtosIt grew on a dead friend's shelf A mold spread around an orange And as it grew, encompassing I smelled it, as it tried to spread Invisible, to the eye Floating for other oranges Other orbs Other planets on which to settle Mostly dying in the wind And only a few Million land On other homes to grow To reproduce, to eat and love? For eighteen years he moved Through space A voyager in skin Tight clothes, the final Brain In the atomic needle, Moving 60,000 miles a minute With sensor readings Always on his lap for him to read Scanning for a planet With oxygen, hydrogen, plants and water A warming Star, a cooling night And then He will revive the sleeping eggs And they will build And reproduce, eat, and love
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Pseudonym
2007-09-22 15:57:00
PseudonymPatrick James When all of a life is a strange betrayal, as cold cocaine lines through squinting eyes, an estranged deceit under countless names but slave to one faith. When the needle marks tattoo the racing heart with the tracks of hurt all time's a soft blur, twisting blood to dirt. Like heroin's teasing kiss the rush is iced water, taken into every thought it fills up every cell- blackening the blindness of its own self-delusions and numb-disbelief stalks every victimised thought, like a pimp at night in alleyways of the mind.

The Emerald Planet
2007-09-17 05:12:00
The Emerald Planet Scott SpeckWell hidden from Hubble's prying eyesinside the Eagle Nebula's beak,a world glows milky limeamong the towering gaseous pillars.Beneath her atmosphereof noxious chlorine gas,copper mountains rust in the haze,each jagged summit a dollopof aquamarine creammelting beneath that broiler of a Sun,green, like her child,with a harsh stare burningthrough fog to illumine emeraldlakes and verdant fields of lilly pads rocking on the waves...Atop one pad poses a long-forgottenQueen, her jade-spiked hair sharp enough to ward off any suitor.Her skin is unripe olive,shining with oils the shade of Irish moss.She counts her pterodactyl admirers, circling overhead with their peridot eyesand whistling malachite wings.If only they would come closer...Then she sighs deeplyand rolls onto her side, hoping to enticewith those strong, gloss-smooth thighsand crystalline crown.Despite its razored edges,each spike scintillates with key-lime arcs of lightning during love...Beyond he...
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Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
2007-09-17 02:00:00
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower CameBy Robert BrowningStanza IMy first thought was, he lied in every word,That hoary cripple, with malicious eyeAskance to watch the working of his lieOn mine, and mouth scarce able to affordSuppression of the glee, that pursed and scoredIts edge, at one more victim gained therebyStanza IIWhat else should he be set for, with his staff?What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnareAll travelers who might find him posted there,And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laughWould break, what crutch ?gin write my epitaphFor pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,Stanza IIIIf at his counsel I should turn asideInto that ominous tract which, all agree,Hides the Dark Tower, Yet acquiescinglyI did turn as he pointed: neither prideNor hope rekindling at the end descried,So much as gladness that some end might be.Stanza IVFor, what with my whole world-wide wandering,What with my search drawn out through years, my hopeDwindled into a ghost not fit to copeWith that obst...
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