Best Cfm Poems

"Picasso Blues"



Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather 
on a 
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the 
lost dance floor 
crowded
with more 
than a thousand 
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring  
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically 
seduced 
immersed in
mirrors 
shades of 
dark and light
fingers playing 
out notes in 
quite volume
drowning...

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The Long Count Calendar, Cycle One Ends

December twenty-first, two thousand and twelve –
The Mayan long count calendar sets sights on that year.
Are there ecological and cosmic questions to delve?
Is it time for modern man to panic and fear?

The reckoning at hand, according to Mayans,
Began with...

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Pterodactyls Thriving

On steamy summer days as warm waves lap the shore
     The pelicans pass over in perfect V-form

Their silhouettes appear dark beneath yellow sun
     An eerie reminder of a species thought gone

Pterodactyls, you see, first came to...

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(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone

(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered...

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I hope that it's ok that I am posting a link here 
on how to help the people who have been affected by typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda)

It is a link from Yahoo, which sort of consolidated links/ways in which 
one can help, be they be from...

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The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee


--

The Master’s Piece, inspired by B.S....

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the back-door window has laughed at misery
broken
deformed
my hands excited the center
a catastrophic introduction
together they depart
the perimeter remains behind and above
a complete separation
sever
abandon direct
we are one
memories are scars
to be fragmented is natural
organization is forced
the back-door window
now paralytic
disarranged
chaos
so mathematical
so perfectly dispersed
waste
garbage
art

Listen to this as a song!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=41813&songID=8892751

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the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million

$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000

*this...

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"Follow me into the sun.
			......Watch me burn."

Light courses through her veins.
I am ablaze 
                     ....in the shadow of her eyes.

Sanctity is lost to our touch.
Primal...

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another one I wrote and added music and video to ...enjoy

its so hard to say goodbye ---------

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=39748201...

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Worn wood, chipped paint, cartilage of rust
Salt air from sea churned up like dust
Fine moisture spray, steep emerald swell
Liquid folds to crush a creaking shell

I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want...

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Another Sky Diver

Two shrill little beeps in my phone..
An incoming message into the Whatsapp messenger  in  my phone…. 
Pick up my trusted phone and quickly finger traced open the Whatsapp messenger…
Not to disappoint, there was that familiar symbolic mark of a message in...

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Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I’ll feel my feet stepping 
                 ...

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Breathless and falling ...                (Breathless and falling)
So lucent the vapor
The morning star's fluent light...     (She's now collapsed)
Brightens the day...
Indolent, flurry winds...     ...

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~~ The Window ~~

A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

I had the pleasure of being invited to write the feature over at Micheal Todds  place for The Spirit Wild Chronicles. I had to pick out a picture of Nyla's and write a poem to it.... based...

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