Edited Poems - Poems about Edited

I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems. Sometimes I get caught in my own knots— I cut myself loose of those naughty strings. I...

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(I was missing a line, so I had to fix that) Line of inquiry: "as an entity in the dream we conjured we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed how then may we wake up when we are in trance in bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed" -Unseeking Seeker Philosophers have pondered: Is life a dream? And if that’s...

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The inception edited On his space-ship had traveled far to a place where no big bang had happened No rocks had been thrown into the room named stars and planets like Saturn Pluto and Mars A place that can not be called dark because darkness suggests an absence of light Where a compact silence had slowed his ship had no beginning or end there was no...

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it’s past sleep the presence of quietness lingers dark cheeks against the window pane but there’s light on my side of the street Christmas lingers like electricity surging through wires and the switch won’t be turned off quite yet my tree stands tall in its present darkness because it’s past sleep but my mind lingers over this poem that I must complete before I climb under warm sheets and I switch to dreams of proverbial sugar plums no crumbs left for the...

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A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories The pity is that I have to write without a publisher can't...

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Penniless in le Havre. In the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre in the drizzle, I saw the blue neon light of a bar I met sailors from my country they gave me cigarettes and wine also money so I could take the train home thanks to the generosity of the poor I had a pencil and a block of...

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Spill the tea, tipped up spout, stirred Friction mixes fiction into fructose Whispers pull expectant ears close Muffled message can barely be heard Listen where truth and lies intertwine Hot off...

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Each night as into sleep I go, Oh, may my true love’s face I see. Oh, Sandman, please do not be slow. Each night as into sleep I go, dust my eyes with a magic glow. In sweet dreams may I with him be. Each night as into sleep I go, Oh, may my true love’s face I see. Each night as into...

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Strawberry, Vanilla, Banana split Maybe I will have it in a cone, filled will one scoop of triple chocolate chip. Don’t forget the rainbow sprinkles and cherry sauce that sticks~ Napkins at the ready for any melting messy drips. Daddy said my brain would freeze if eaten much too quick~ i laughed when daddy’s tongue...

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From the dust of broken dreams I rise, the cloud of gloom drifts away I find. The new height of bliss, I'd never miss. My crushed heart I hear silently cries, but the bird in me will never die, on brisk wings it’ll soar in seamless skies. I was captive in your contrived cage, tears drained pain inside from the closed...

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beauties unruffled on a steamy day float in boats rowed by their beaus white silken hands folding their fans at sunset ...

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I love to hear him laugh - this student not brilliant, but looking like a sweet member of Menudo. Maybe it's the way he laughs like me. . . heartily, or maybe it is just because his laughter reassures me I'm still funny....

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The moistened meadow of my heart dries desolate like a desert. The climbing cloud of parched passion doesn’t come low with the mystique shadow, makes my overcast mind morose. My halcyon horizon waits for the southern wind to blow, brings from the fervent sparkling sky your sequined charisma below to swathe my shades of blues. In the surge...

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Wordwarrior Authentic, conscientious, fun-loving and down to earth. Daughter of Roger and Jean Lover of strong friendships, family and food Who feels grateful for many things, often content, and very rarely bored. Who fears pain, chaos, and terrible danger such as death by fire Who would like to see an end to poverty, inhumanity and her chronic ailments Resident of Pleasant...

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** In Evidence ** Go now! Get a title down ……………………………before the ending ...

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