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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 1, 2007 7:07:46 GMT -5
Only if I must.
Stirring up the vigor from the last season’s longing. Decemberwood the change of winter weather arrive. Put the tree to lights! Put the tree to lights!
All to make a mourning of the thispecial day Winter rain upon the roof, ice cycle spherics, from the sky, raining from the sky. Yellow ribbons fade, round our lyrics.
Moon up reflections down the damp spears, of Grandma’s wreaths and ancient bells, hung on a string. Ding-a-ding dong, ding-a-ding dong, sweet carols sung, a Sunday song.
The Bush is drooping, it’s getting late, it’s getting late. Two towers heyday prevaricate.
Can not you see the candy stripes? Straddle the sugar dripping puddle, oh happy Xmas now at hand. Timmy thumb pudding finger muddle.
A lone dove in the morning struts across the long yard, pecking mighty at grasslings, quirky eye pop swallows. The difference is true love.
Ripping paper and shiny bows, stickly tapings foldings surround. A box is a box is a box, box, hidden springes in every corner must investigate, moist invertebrate.
Sticky notes in the mailbox, lick the stamp and send it lack the send and stamp it. Is Billy coming home from the war?
The brightest star in Persia on the cloudless of nights, three wise men are awaiting Holy Christ, Holy Christ.
A merry day Christmas petroleum dolls and fire trucks sirens screaming, sirens screaming a merry day Christmas. Fat turkey at every table.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 21, 2007 13:41:16 GMT -5
Sub conscience running riot bringing the soul of known images out to float among a piece of this reader's death... is it not said that on the verge of death a person sees his life rushing past? well this style reaches somewhere into that process as it brings all colours sounds feeling rushing to the surface...interesting indeed
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 22, 2007 19:42:06 GMT -5
Sub conscience running riot bringing the soul of known images out to float among a piece of this reader's death... is it not said that on the verge of death a person sees his life rushing past? well this style reaches somewhere into that process as it brings all colours sounds feeling rushing to the surface...interesting indeed Hiya Dunstan A bit "out there" huh, lol at the time I wrote it, the war, the damn war we are in was much more front and center in my mind, then christmas "cheer". Glad you enjoyed my bit of insanity. Smiles! Bobby
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Post by Bernard Alain on Jul 22, 2007 20:46:51 GMT -5
hi bobby, I haven't been doing a lot of commenting in the forum lately as I have been busy with other matters, I like the 'automatic' quality of this write and I found it appropriate. Very creative, the imagery is easy to relate to and draws the reader into the poem. I enjoyed this very much.
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