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a new canto for an old poem
anhaga Started conversation Jan 25, 2008
Failure of respect tries human ethics
robbing every child or riddling dog,
despite each special person's idle talk.
Each silken undergarment's spicy piquancy
is coldly inching over naked sensitivities.
To older teachers he empties cordial orgasms,
not trying rambunctious athleticisms,
robust, yet, in a more nugatory or trifling
tripsichore he ended rightly every such enterprise.
Arching, reaching cielingward, his estimated rictus
framed roaming omphalostic moans,
jerking a kamasutra asana right through all.
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clzoomer- a bit woobly Posted Jan 25, 2008
The child or dog or teacher casts it's own shadow.
As do you, as do I.
a new canto for an old poem
clzoomer- a bit woobly Posted Jan 25, 2008
I understand new developments, erstwhile revisions, situations. The answer needs deconstruction, I am mostly fascinated and serious considering individual needs and their eventual deconstruction. Stay tuned, aware, young, considerate, observing, obedient, laconic. LOL
a new canto for an old poem
taliesin Posted Jan 25, 2008
jettison all knowledge
archive relativity's total antithesis.
solitude's obliteration moves ever onward, never ending.
terror haunts insidious night
keep still!
yearn, observe, understand.
abstain, refrain, enquire.
fear retreats over mountains.
jewels are knicknacks,
all rubbish thrown away.
heavens open wide.
odoriferous demons descend.
islands moored.
softly obscuring.
opalescent utter terror.
opal flames.
turning over, under, crouching, harmeless.
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anhaga Posted Jan 25, 2008
Younger odalisques dance around isolated sympathies.
Tara always leaves islanders envious since
infants never reveal old faces lately soured.
My island lies eastward yet.
As zephyrs ever make azaleas impotent,
let Edward decide my empathy when I tear his
quaint, useless embryonic rump.
Yet, lately, as steely twittering wakes English endlessness,
kippers appear nourishing diurnally.
I suspect utter soporific pestilence each counting time.
That hallowed ass triumphs decidedly.
Ella likes lalalaing as this horrid illness
nips knights, saints, or urbane Rumanians.
My urgency laments times immemorial.
No armies make enfilades despite impressive need.
Don't over-estimate Naxos -- each scene is Ariadne's nose.
Friend, read into each note's desire.
I seek myself.
Ephialtes, sadly asked Dionysus' lady yesterday
if Calypso ate Naxian nuts or tasted clams
lamenting ailing Impedocles.
Maiden, take Otus. Be endeared.
He elevates.
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clzoomer- a bit woobly Posted Jan 25, 2008
Aegean nights, youth grieve us each so soon
Every Summer?
Despite every languid longing,
Arrogation.
I seem so other-worldly under Nectar's Divine Influence,
Now go.
Please see your children home otherwhere.
Feast under Nubian skies,
Talk under fallow fields.
Leave Opiate, Leave!
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anhaga Posted Feb 13, 2008
all neep-tide days
need open words
should heaven end.
the holy inkling needs knowledge
so that his attitude
takes truer routes
until neep-tide transcends
icelandic sagas
the hallowed east
is never done
oh, never eastern sun
is after noon.
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taliesin Posted Feb 13, 2008
Oh magnificent gorganzola!
tender houris embrace
indolent nascent desire overwhelms
nearly each sibilance
imbues awesome nebulae
increases significance
always flighty,
tottering, ever recoiling
mesmerizing emptiness!
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anhaga Posted Feb 13, 2008
innocents rarely eat apples
lying lizardlike yesterday.
happiness after verdant eden
takes occupational finesse.
india never dies after nehru:
dharma returns employing indra.
none in nepalese attitudes
linger long mounting yaks
socks or caftans kick puppies
up purposeful platitudes.
eat.
take.
sleep.
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taliesin Posted Feb 13, 2008
jewels undulate slowly today
fine opals, rubies
yellow ocher understated
terpsichorean harrows endives
purple ungulates neatly cavort hereabouts leaving innocence nearly empty
Tenderly holding each new tendril
hovering endlessly
grassy rolling eternal emptiness
keenly garbed redolent and buoyantly sinister
thin, hirsute, edgy
base arrogance returns to
extravagantly nascent diminished entropic reality
bemused yearling
thrusts heroically, entering
laconic and puerile, excited, loquacious, sleepy
pursuing undefeated learning, leaning, swaying
hears instead music
hears all laughter, furious
observing venal entropy
recoiling to hell's entrance-way
battering at resurrection
asking not demanding
serious, acrid, yet searching....
Ignorance leaves learning, grows indecisive
vile evasion
you only understand
fearsome is veracity evermore, however under normally dwindling ruddy endless dawn
decide, retreat, advance conquering hero
momentous and serene
fealty or remorse
yield on utter reason
create or wither!
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