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Poetry Hound Male, 60, United States (8/24/2005 7:55:00 PM)

Here are some terrific lines and images (in my opinion) from the recent past. There is some true talent on this site:

eight thousand men prepare to meet thy maker and everyone else (You and I)
cross lines we should never have to cross, in time to music, with a spring in our step.
-From A Kind Of Kristallnacht by David Harkins

Does the daughter
Sense her grandmother’s
Hands grasping
Forever in her thumbs
-From 8.36 Holding onto Forever 2 by Charlotte Ballard

The drone of locust and cicada,
asleep for one hundred years,
waking now in stringent song,
-From This Is The Summer by Stephen Parnell

you remind me of the lullaby which rocks
the silence into dreams of voices, noisy
with singing the same song, until they eclipse or rewrite
the lyrics in the chorus of years
that is the funeral procession from birth to rebirth.
-From Swing-Sets by Amberlee Carter

Buying only outlines of dreams you once devised
That I could squeeze into
As awkwardly as the virgin foot into high heels
As redundant as thanksgiving cards to neighbors.
-From Eating In by Matthew Pearson

The purpose of arts is to seduce women and when women produce a piece of Art, they are longing for a kiss
-From School Of Arts (Soothing Madness) by albert vynckier

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  • Rookie - 759 Points Lamont Palmer (8/25/2005 11:39:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Thank you, Mike. But why do you hate to admit that? I dont hate to admit if I like your work. Are going soft in the head and biased too, or am I misreading your comment?

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  • Rookie - 759 Points Michael Shepherd (8/25/2005 11:06:00 AM) Post reply

    Charlotte Ballard's recalls Lamont's own (I hate to admit this) beautiful, fine poem on Mothers and Daughters...

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