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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 6, 2011 3:33:34 GMT -5
engaging, moves, inspires, tells a story of a univrse that is all within and without...superb
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 6, 2011 3:12:14 GMT -5
Fairly stressed in the flow of seasons I dream of different parts Where lights glow in colours of gurus That inspire rivers to flow From seas to mountain tops Shimmering summers That forever postpone Caravaggio knifings.
At this point Somewhere among the rooftops down in town A belfry strikes eleven And I know that I love you more than I could realize Because the red geraniums are half awake even as the sun rages in burning light.
And I feel relieved that journalists do not care about my bliss Because they are good at manipulating feelings And sometimes they do have a point.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Oct 15, 2011 1:52:28 GMT -5
the specific dleiberate detail makes this a portrait of life...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Oct 15, 2011 1:50:28 GMT -5
There is urgent haze in the middle-of-the-night sky where hidden protozoa hurls white flashes that kindle a raging crimson glow where the wheat sleeps close to a horizon stripped from its crevices now fingernails harrowing my snow-white back full of veins of vandalized lives that inhabit lilac death; the blades tremble in knots of war showering portraits of syllables where the sun mellows paths along the water in memory of fragmented pulses.
So now you know that we bring to you a war for even the rats are famished and our silence has been forewarned.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 21, 2011 10:50:17 GMT -5
its always a pleasure and an honour that you read and react to something i have written as it is almost always a pleasure and stimulus to read your little gems
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 20, 2011 12:18:08 GMT -5
Lovely imagery don...especially the physique revealing tights ...can actually hear the music creeping from the cassette player rhyming with half light...thank you for sharing don or should that be sheering or shearing the psyche?
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 19, 2011 8:08:57 GMT -5
Occasionally children do not have much family left And they collect human sounds and place them in between Terra Del Fuego and monologues, Deliberating if they should forever ride the ocean waves Or return to the shore Where a white bird-cage lies empty, door open wide In between inviting a dewdrop full of eternity to enter And worthless night-beams of a lighthouse to exit To where solitude regards with suspicion The utter sway of clover’s velvet camaraderie
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 9, 2011 2:08:38 GMT -5
Thanks Don, gave me much to think upon...could not include the additional russel and shade of leaves that melded with the gliiter of the sea to make sleep so inviting, an oasis of sleep surrounded by sultry uninviting beating-sun conditions ...may have overdone the painting of the core feel if i included...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 7, 2011 12:50:53 GMT -5
The stones built a fluent room On the burning earth Of a sunny expanse And the ground was startled With the perfect shape Of shade Where a breeze made sleep A sudden option
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 5, 2011 9:18:54 GMT -5
deep as the ocean, wide as a gozitan lane...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 5, 2011 9:16:35 GMT -5
so much about this poem that strikes a cord...beat, mood, metaphor, body...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 28, 2011 4:33:38 GMT -5
book 2 line one needs a slight adjustment? so full of energy mostly dark that contrast with the small holes through which a sun athat may not exist shines momentarily with a forbidden hope...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 28, 2011 4:28:23 GMT -5
color, movement, reaching into a future through a past...wonderful painting i find...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 28, 2011 4:27:12 GMT -5
great imput for consideration velvet claw...i feel that money should be a value of work done in the interest of a society that would then provide personal comforts in accordance with the 'success' of that society...yet we have created a system where one can have loads of cash, i.e. right to enjoy the works of others, without having contributed anything to society...lobbies create value and this value is so very often abusive...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 25, 2011 3:26:21 GMT -5
Is a payment to a prostitute a bribe Or is it payment for services rendered?
And what if I were to fall in love And take her for my wife?
Would I be eligible for a refund?
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