EPC Collaborative Poem #10

And in that green and sluggish river
Little fish lay hidden in the weed
(RB)

and breath inside
to breathe or begin
the notion of morning
time in my side
(JM)

And did those men with blue stained faces
Greet the dawn of a dull gray sky
Amd did they search around for traces
Of the past, and wonder why
(rb)

He's already in place
when you wake,
the great weight of him
settled
on your chest,
flattening your heart.
You don't move
for an hour
or more.

Do those haunches shift
slightly, or do you
heroic at last, stir,
raise your head?
Now at least you can go
about your business,
though heavily
for he lies on your shoulders,
holding your throat.

There are days though
he leaves, gone to a dream
somewhere.
Then just the soft pad of his foot
on your heart
says
he'll be back.
(fl)

we never look at what is still............long enough to see what is moving...
(T.S.)

there are no longer stars
no longer darkness
wicked light has prevailed
(t n w)

Spiders' child,
born to cornors
and crevices;
hiding behind prayers
of invisibility,
and hoping
for a soft
word to sleep
in.
(J.K.Z.)

PLAY VIRTUAL VEGAS
(ygoyu)

there the evening purples, and blossoms into dark
against the glowing of the moon and the lilting of the lark.
(gcb)

And it came:

acne .
(a.h.)

Accretions of where the mirror turns here
slowly what is the hand holding
not the boundary
but the leaking images forming
depths that are
only from the other side
visible here for the first time

(Zikr)

HONORABLE Make clear of all the things we do Because on lost Island that are so far away Made like a dark night in summer Way, way backup in the forest Let the level of mountain peakes Be your only gold of failure Because if you shall ever quite You will have to start only at the top You have become one so dam Honorable That none of your peers can say one word About the things you have conqueror Strenth is your source of success Never give it to anyone else If they do not earn it (K.A.H ).
(K.A.H.)

Travelled together
by train
wanted to make love
so many souls
to be part
of our passion
(Travelled)

http://www.tiac.net/users/quantum/web.html
The Way of the Web - A Poem for the Future
Contributions and marked by hypertext.
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Krebs' Sunbeams,
kind the generated has, that century
related computer maybe, except form
exhibit to try to,
(Jr.)

huge sections of cities harbored by highway, wall, fields, mall, turnarunds and circuits of streets lose you your senses, for a direction not planned
(dmc)

Tears fly away on the winds
That tomorrow will one day hear
To drown all our future sins
And drive away all the fear
That will keep us from the edge
Of lost dreams and forgotten times
I will come down from this ledge
To write just a few more rhymes.....
(msad)

stars crashing through the night
nights crashing through the stars
what are stars
stars are shards
of night. Pieces
of light. But what
is a swivel chair
doing in my adumbration
of the throw rug
I'm throwing on the floor
by the lovely green door
(BO)

Just a bit of
in evey moment
I breath this air
I want to breath you
in very moment
(Breath)

to that part
so artfully disclaimed
many will keep eyes on
so it is certain
that in our sleep
the tormented ones
will draw the line
(m.)

jabbing belfries
(E N )

The old year stands with empty hands
soon there will be no more
(JES)

colorful people and
mad monkey music
structured like artichokes
an edible maze
(jc)

ghh
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twice a month includes all your details, printed especially for "your dead father." A cold felt drawl, mightily truncated--a seen like it ne'er been propped, not by one bean nor by another noggin--collects this kindness for preening its way from a still.Ay, hairs says ouch in a glaring yard with a bald succumb. A mirror's diet of others' briefly connives decade-old college basketball results printed especially for [enter name correction here:] "daddy."
(MMB)

Pretend! O pretend!
Soiled fist of destiny!
(dt)

carouse the
holy corridor
drink
from the cask of
a spanish whore's
brown velour
red backless mule
leg
bone
(ps)

..
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moment coun count
over th lines

car B is travelling in the direction given
they collide in a completely inelastic collision
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(ca)

strange shapes dance across the room
breaking apart
becoming one
that's all we ever are
shadows
(jim)

I dont' have a contribution! I just want to find out who the
author is of the "reguis poem". i somebody finds out please let me know!!
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I can see nothing... But I will see something
and, then, you will see,
maybe, what I see,
if it is red, if it is on the lake...maybe, you will see...
(of)

No man is easily led to see with the eyes of another
(JS)

Poetry must be
a pleasure to read
not an obstacle course
of ill cast thoughts.
Poetry must be
an adventure today
of the past
for tomorrow.
(MT)

Just
your feet on the clear sand
on this soft beach
you are walking
some tears
rolling down your face
Stop
come to me
let's swim with your tears
and join the warm water
waiting for us
(You)

Betwixt the path of peace and wrath, doth come the
laugh of wintertime.
He bows his head, dark things unsaid, old paths hath
bled, in wintertime.
The sleep is broke, now spring's awoke, the sun doth
poke through wintertime.
Alas my friend ! 'tis not the end, our paths do blend,
at wintertime.
(J.W.)

"I refuse to be treated as an inconvenience."
Your inconsistencey, indifference, insolence
Make me want you more.
Just this once
I will do what I should--
let me try this spine for size...
No one needs to know it's only pretend.
Playing hard to get,
I can do.
Being hard to get,
Well, that hardly matters
If you never try to get me.
(sn)

Bound on bouncing Boxer
licking after falling flakes
before becoming the blanket
underpaw
(vwd)

special dollar wet lips terror change the sun to
asphalt loaded gun neaderthawl lady bone in the soul
breaks on uncharted memory tounge in the shadow creep
to the left decade of loose virtue sun screams palm
meadow court plastic fish bowl domain if i ever break
through shards of contemplation like razor jewels
sinking in her flesh smash the eletric dial creep
into denial
(jc)

Like to a ship that storms urge on its course,
By its own trials our soul is surer made.
The very things that make the voyage worse
Do make it better; its peril is its aid.
And, as the storm drives from the storm, our heart
Within the peril disimperilled grows;
A port is near the more from port we part “
The port where to our driven direction goes.
If we reap knowledge to cross-profit, this
>From storms we learn, when the storm's height doth drive “
That the black presence of its violence is
The pushing promise of near far blue skies.
Learn we but how to have the pilot-skill,
And the storm's very might shall mate our will.
FERNANDO PESSOA (1888-1935)
(JLM)

The kiss.
His kiss,
Thats what I miss,
I lay all alone,
And fill cold to the bone,
If only he was here,
Then he could cure,
My need for his kiss,
Which I really miss.
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MY DROWNING HERT PUT 4TH IN THIS WORLD
I HAVE NO HOPE, OR EVEN SHELTER
JUST SOMEONELESES FLOOR....floor.
cold
(E.M.)

the golden goblets overflowed
with flaking leaf
and horns of toad.
(RL)

delicate as dragonflies
azure and aplomb.
the crimson viscerae throb and pulse
in their independant systemae and gristle.
(RL)

Was it within a nights soft breeze
beneath moon shadows cast by trees
that love did die?
(jr)

fused by the calibrations of color
the systemic arc of signs posted parried
all the glamor refuted
of bodies that hook and splash away
(A.M.)

the sky was brown
and all the cows were purple
it was a fine day in newsland
(GE)

Frozen Fields (title)
walking through a frozen field of snow
where it looked as though no corn could ever grow
was onehungry,lonesome,sad black crow

then she came along bright as day yet dark as night
and sat beside this crow who inspired her to write
but instead he taught her how to hide her hate

there they sat together thinking about life and love
it was like a plank upon a ship which off they had been shoved

they chose to love one another and live a liffe of fun
little did they know Misery was waiting with a gun
jelousy which was hidden was now to be shown
(Sl)

I live in you
behined you.
When you are happy
I am happy too.

Go bravely through the life,
and try to reach your own goal.
Just don't be shadow in the corner
of some wall.

I don't mean you should be
something what I want to be.

You should be you
and I will be me
in you.

I want you to be overwhelm
with all the beauty you can see,
I want you to live
with your life
instead of me.
(M.G.)

Your love is like a rose breathing in a sacred garden
Cut it down and it dies
Let it grow and it reaches for you.

(JLR)

Moon shines and stomps and roots
out the rudeness
of your boot skin pogo
pork hat madness
not steady rock bucket
in bastions of ska
when it gets defacto dark
(BD)

Liv Tyler, naked
reading Leonard Cohen
on the weathered shoulders
of a tired Clydesdale
dreaming of famous blue raincoats,
pockets filled with loaded dice,
choruse sung by King David
& you left watching
wearing your self awareness
like a Barney band-aid
on a child's favorite elbow
(S.M. V.)

Meaningless words
Spoken by a rambling mouth
Words containing only conversation
Filling the treasured silence
Words that will go down in history
With no history
(ERH)

Uncertainty holds herself firmly
Trussing up ideas of this and that
While blue boxes hold clouds
Which migrate - Ever North.
(lk)

This work of the mind
Is bowels, and sperm, and
Odor of violets.
It turns to a reserve, and runs,
And we find ourselves
In lumps of entrails.
(E.M.)

Words are
there are
many Words
and
there are
many Pictures

(watch carefully)

There are no Words
There are Pictures

So...
(W.O.R.D.S.)

Confession

People speak of love
But there are many ways to love and many ways of love
To distinguish your love for someone is the most daunting decision you'll ever make

Other than that of confession.

If you confess your love for someone think not of the sorrow and think not of the satisfaction
As to expect anything at all is to expect disapointment
And in the game of love is a passionate and foolish expectation
To confess your heart is to confess your sins of passion;
The beauty that runs and directs your inner soul and being.

Once the confession is done there is no turning of time:
time will then take you to the events awaiting.
But do not confuse time, as time has no real meaning, only desire to fulfil in the space provided
Desire in passion and pain
And it is this pain we remember best, for it is this that runs and directs our hearts resulting in this confession.
(s.p.)

sound theory for an absurd practice
complex fashion for a simple man
together we fashioned a puppet of straw
a hollow gesture that - Save me O God; for the waters are come into my soul
(jjm)

whirs like a mad gadfly
above the kitchen fixtures
(cjc)