When the 9 Strikes!
- judih
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When the 9 Strikes!
July on a november day
18 more to go
woke up at five
itching to clean out the rain
the sky parted
red c's heaved high
18 holes shattered anew
words poured down
i could see myself in their shine
ego showers
me! me! me!
when will sinai retract its covenant
Has anyone seen Moshe (moe-says)
cousin winfrey's ridin up the mount on a mule:
peel open a grape seed
and find your tomorrow
judih
18 more to go
woke up at five
itching to clean out the rain
the sky parted
red c's heaved high
18 holes shattered anew
words poured down
i could see myself in their shine
ego showers
me! me! me!
when will sinai retract its covenant
Has anyone seen Moshe (moe-says)
cousin winfrey's ridin up the mount on a mule:
peel open a grape seed
and find your tomorrow
judih
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4 and a half hours to go
here on the east coast
of a wake-up call, all of
us rollin' round on a ball,
this be the cyber space
place, bit of a respite from
rat race, and the 1+8 is
the magic number that rings
today and it equals 9, in
my world that's breaktime,
can't ya hear the whistle
blowin'?.............................
here on the east coast
of a wake-up call, all of
us rollin' round on a ball,
this be the cyber space
place, bit of a respite from
rat race, and the 1+8 is
the magic number that rings
today and it equals 9, in
my world that's breaktime,
can't ya hear the whistle
blowin'?.............................
- judih
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12 midday
and all's dry
rain stops for a breather
hearing that poets are itchin on the typewriter
vowels warming up in the wings
words fly by knockin at the windows
chance voices seek favors (let me in)
cut us up and weave us in
but these fingers have other plans
these precious words
have their own sort of confusion
a maze-d, they wander at will
hoping for a breakthrough
and all's dry
rain stops for a breather
hearing that poets are itchin on the typewriter
vowels warming up in the wings
words fly by knockin at the windows
chance voices seek favors (let me in)
cut us up and weave us in
but these fingers have other plans
these precious words
have their own sort of confusion
a maze-d, they wander at will
hoping for a breakthrough
- panta rhei
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- Joined: September 3rd, 2004, 11:43 am
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- panta rhei
- Posts: 1078
- Joined: September 3rd, 2004, 11:43 am
- Location: black forest, germany
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- panta rhei
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- Joined: September 3rd, 2004, 11:43 am
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- judih
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keep on truckin
r.crumb's helpful hint to destiny
tattoos come and tattoos stay
let that be a lesson to ya
my lessons left unlearnt
: bouncing balls do bounce:
so saith wiser ones than i
spitballs eventually land
no matter how many pacifists deny
(so proveth smarter ones than i)
it's all in front of our eyes
as scientists record
how writers mismatch metaphors
balls bounce, spit is wet
rotational pull brings back the truth
it is what it is
r.crumb's helpful hint to destiny
tattoos come and tattoos stay
let that be a lesson to ya
my lessons left unlearnt
: bouncing balls do bounce:
so saith wiser ones than i
spitballs eventually land
no matter how many pacifists deny
(so proveth smarter ones than i)
it's all in front of our eyes
as scientists record
how writers mismatch metaphors
balls bounce, spit is wet
rotational pull brings back the truth
it is what it is
of orbits and swan
song swam melon
cholia
flowering cauli
flower
ears
fed through truth tubular
belles
fingers in circles
answers in questioning
stones in pockets leaden limbs
floating into streams
venacular
perpindicular poplars of match
woulds
hewers of slaughter
and time stands on headless shoulders
engorged in feeds
troughs and slops
as the curdling yodels
throats
all in a chord
song swam melon
cholia
flowering cauli
flower
ears
fed through truth tubular
belles
fingers in circles
answers in questioning
stones in pockets leaden limbs
floating into streams
venacular
perpindicular poplars of match
woulds
hewers of slaughter
and time stands on headless shoulders
engorged in feeds
troughs and slops
as the curdling yodels
throats
all in a chord
- judih
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the mime chokes herself
"strangle" "kill"
mime recovers
"throat" she gasps
as deep throat stays buried in last century's trivia
a voice murmurs
generations shall know more
what more
can we know?
is there not enough on our staggering plate
willowy legs shaking under the burden
what?
'throat' they mimic
throat, they throw tongues across the land
ghastly isn't it (comments dali)
"strangle" "kill"
mime recovers
"throat" she gasps
as deep throat stays buried in last century's trivia
a voice murmurs
generations shall know more
what more
can we know?
is there not enough on our staggering plate
willowy legs shaking under the burden
what?
'throat' they mimic
throat, they throw tongues across the land
ghastly isn't it (comments dali)
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