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Post by Doreen Peri » December 10th, 2004, 7:48 pm

Out of 15 or 18 pages, I can't remember, we were able to restore 8, thanks to the help of our host. Sorry, your images aren't in here. I didn't go in and get all that code. Our host restored this much from a backup! It is a MIRACLE! Yes! I removed your location and post # info and formatted the bold names.... Sorry, I couldn't post these under your names, but that's not possible........ Here 'tis
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panta rhei
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:04 am 

here
we'll be coming
together to drive
away the night

our words and souls
made of coal
and flames

the darkness
is yielding to the light
we will survive

our lucent lives
fiery clear

the glow
our song
our aim
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:40 am 

here and now i proudly breathe
words on fire
jam on

toasted mind
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:05 am 

be
specific
get specific
pinpoint the moment
the infra structured latitude
the mind, the pose
the electric beatitude

be specific
get it right
dig
and cleave
an open walnut
till the core
shines
magnificent
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:44 am 

wired and on the run
but my time to jam will
definitely come
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:57 am 

a surge of urgent poet
soon, sooner
computer rebuilds itself
intuition power charge

wireman sending words
pick up
o poets
answer the call
 

panta rhei
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:15 am 

a miracle

unexplicit
unspecific
inprecise

vague even

but wrapping the moment
in eternity
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:23 am 

give me a sign!
a sound
a clue!

give me a little bit of extra
ordinary miracle jam
will do

intrinsically implicit
say the wOrd
and a candle will bow

A shine on
A chance coincidence
A sunfilled dusky creme eclair
 

panta rhei
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:29 am 

a little bit of extra
a little bit of true

a little miraclighted jam
a bite or two will do!

(must run - later!)


judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:36 am 

big heroes are strong in wars
but it's no big deal
try being warm with the one you're with

panta rhei sings her way
through war torn memories
and pulls old heroes to a new way of night
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:25 am 

quickdraw mc graw a pirate am I
the eye of the hurricane blowin'
cross time, the wired and primed
fact is I really want the time to
wine and dine the word, no cartoon
no fun house of pee wee daze
nah just sacred words that will amaze..............


judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 12:10 pm 

say secret
and it's an untold tale
played and relayed
in sacred semaphore

what's a clear clue to you
is an alchemical sea to me

see your self
in a bowl of cellophane
crinkle a snack into rapture
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 12:37 pm 

gatorade to the rescue
lunchtime on orleans street
keep on rollin', and ya shoulda
seen that moon holdin' water
this morn, a star on each side
made a line like a 45 shootin'
to the heavens, to the fringe
of the unknown..............................
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 1:58 pm 

hipshot slipshod poem
danglin suggestively
droolin where no poem has been before
offerin temptation
further on
where honky tonk words
hang after midnight

if it's a fast miracle you're after
walk this way
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Arcadia
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 3:48 pm 

dignare me
laudare te
mother of the few words

talk about your numbers and your lamps
the temple and the three hundred towers
let´s build statues in the garden
and rededicate kislev hammers

are you laughing virgo sacrata?
let me tell you that
Gabriel is cleaning
& Judah, Pío and Scotto
are talking about power, convinience
and the year of the dogma
 

Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 3:56 pm 

let me give a shot
and see what I've got
who know it might hot
or not I leave that up
to my friends who are
a lot
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:02 pm 

when you brandish
tongues of many colours
it's a miracle to be understood
french has its way
as does a good finnish curse
hitto! exclaims a local fin
and i have to agree.

(it's a miracle to find a fin so close
in desert country)
 

Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:06 pm 

so many colors of the rainbow
watch as they flow and glow
and become beautiful when
they are shown
high up in the sky
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:09 pm 

rainbows peel off rhapsodies
slow striptease sky
Back to top
 

Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:32 pm 

will the sky cry
when it dies
or will it go living


WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:59 pm 

the sky will go
on living...........
sun will burn bright
yellow on han shan
smiles................
up will definitely be...up
you'll inevitably throw up,
and that will be down....
for sure..........horizons...
of course there will be, &
what about vistas and verandas
patios by pools......sunrise ya gotta
have a sunrise.....and what's the sense of having all
this sunshine....without a lil dark????
nights so long and stars....yes stars
twinklin'...can ya believe that....twinkle....twinkle
lil star...........................................


Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 6:03 pm 

though the stars be far
they're always near and dear
so I shall never fear

 
hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 6:50 pm 

Joined: 15 Aug 2004
Posts: 248
Location: Astoria, Oregon
Us little lights
make a big light of divine,
uncork those stanza stoppers,
pour out verses, spill your rhymes,
feed me your spontaneous,
i'll lick up every line,
us little lights
make a big light of divine.
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:01 pm 

I got my cobra snake neck tie
been to the bottom of a settle
for a rocket full of emotion......

twisted round the invisible on
another star floatin' power, got
ridden to oblivion, train ride to the
other side.................................

I got my collar pulled up just right
took a lesson from the turtle, fact is
it'll take the shirt right off your back
leave ya feelin' run over, face down
in the clover....................................

finding youself filled with silence, right
or wrong, ain't no up or down, it's a
tightrope you just gotta roll and stroll
with confidence...................................

looking back on all those confusions,
unfullfilled illusions, could leave ya alone
with the bed covers pulled over your
head.....................................................

it's a positive wake-up call as easy as
1-2-3.....caught in a life's rhythm, the
only chance to be.....cause we are living
in a garden and I'd like to beg your pardon,
it's all so easy to see..........................................


dcwodtke
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:01 pm 

What's this?

talk of stars and miracles?

and me with the taste of bagels
still on my tongue, mine
without jam

my preference was
(not to seem cynical)
for sun dried tomato

but let me be explicit
about this miracle of
sun of dry of tomato:

there was a time last summer
it might have been possible (if improbable)
to dry a tomato in the sun

then gently mix it with cream cheese
in hopes of spreading itself around
the hole at the center of some bagel

in hopes of entering my open mouth
of desire, drooling with a sort of
dreamy but reverant lasciviousness,

to become a part of my body mind soul....
but hope of that has passed for a time
traded for an ocean of cool grey mist
 

Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:10 pm 

time that one friend or enemy
that is in all our lives
it rolls the dice and spins the wheel of fate
to which all is decided in the end
when it does come are we ready
couldn't we all have just a little more time
to do the things we wated to do in our lives
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:12 pm 

cool grey mist
as the monk
was kissed,

the blind lady
sings the passion
play,

sitting in groups
of 5 or maybe 17
they would watch
it disappear.
 

Glorious Amok
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:26 pm 

we gonna need a miracle
to set this ship asail
(we goin' down)
can't seem to lift this
plane off the ground
(it's for the birds)
we're sitting silent in the darkness
and no one's gotta match
gotta wait
for the sun to come around.

 
WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:30 pm 

Joined: 15 Aug 2004
Posts: 630
Location: Baltimore, Md.
waiting....waiting.....waiting
waiting for you to.........a breeze
from the north, she dances I say
...I can see her in the night......
she posesses the wind , the power to set the sails free...............

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Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:33 pm 

sail on those waters of freedom
keep a steady hand on the wheel
so as to get a feel
and just sail on
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:37 pm 

she posesses the wind dave
and has proclaimed the ship
will not sail, well I would prefer
a ride down tracks of illusion
stoke the coals this train is chuggin'
and with the right fuel, it'll burn the night away...................

dcwodtke
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:48 pm 

waiting
for five o'clock

tic toc tic toc

praying
for a free ride

nowhere to hide nowhere to hide

peppermint tea
picks me up for the home stretch

last night i dreamed
my plane took off
and i was gone, man was i gone

not even the alarm could be heard
from where i was - just the sky high sizzle
if divine ma rising up through my feet, the word

was that all this here dreary drama is (not)
some kind of dream and me believing it
bowing my head and swearing
that birds can't fly
Back to top
 

hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:50 pm 

candle dancing
flicker flight
beam so strong
it glows all night
true and steady
eight days a week,
walls are ghosts
so take a peek,
see through edges
drawn by laws
melt like candles
become new cause,
knead old wax,
burn it new
a million more miracles
right in front of you.......
 


perezoso
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:00 pm 

yass candlelight grotto
gloom of tomb
these are a few of my
ravening flings...

i sling the schlong selectric!

slumber with bones
and count no count
the final rasps of
grunts, the venal
grasps of runts

hit that Bb minor 9 b5,
tatum, totter,
there always cause for
grief
and any deities
ran out of magic sometime after
jimi hendrix played his last
analoged graveyard arabesque
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Back to top
 

dcwodtke
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:05 pm 

what lost?
i think she hath lit a candle

sweet hester from astoria
at the wide mouth of the columbia

grab a vine and swing with me a while
perhaps we could remodel

removing walls could leave us exposed
but then we'll just light a fire
send the boss home for the day

and wake to a world where
dwarves are old and we
the ghosts of our former Selves
Back to top
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:19 pm 

taken to the darker side of Amity street horrors

me and zaar tread where the needles spike cobblestone

what a difference a block makes for sides squared

cobbles have a chance to enlighten tell tale delusions

stones lined up end to end could never escape crushing

he observed the pendulum of a time sent reeling cross Fayette

when he would not vote they drowned him in Eubie's gutter.....
 

perezoso
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:23 pm 

pigged in a poke, plug in da pot
popped on da pike, pleased on da flow
pricked on the puff, puked on the pill,
piffed on the pit, plot on the pull
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Back to top
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:29 pm 

when plot is all ya got
and the pills are not curin'
your ills.....

when the fluster won't
muster and all the cool
chicks are callin' ya, what
was it? ah yeah, buster.....

when the lines define the
way ya dine, and life is like
a wall yer crashin' test
dummie in..........
 

perezoso
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:36 pm 

hand him dawn the ectoprotomica,
the chrometrical automata
the glossy stochastica,
the tyrant of yammakah
the king of phantasamas
the birth inmaculata
a plastique hieroglyphica

aristotle less of a tyrant than moses
said the spectre'd cinematica
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hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:41 pm 

fling those flares
in my direction,
electric lady
land of resurrection,
up with down
naive genuflexion,
wavering light whisper fire
to my reflection,
dimmed in mirrors
professing slick perfection,
banshee beings free
from mediocrity's selection.....


WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:43 pm 

hand him the heads that did
not seek the dried clay,
make tumblers of bones that
only dogs would thumb nose,
let trumpets blare past curfews
proud reckonings of spring,
all can be muddied by brown or
turned red beefy, the spickets, his
highness, wants spiggots ................
 

hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:47 pm 

spiggot spiggot
oh spiggot magee
ring around the posey
warpath with me,
schlong slung blue
and fiddle dee dee
spiggot spiggot
oh spiggot magee
 

dcwodtke
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:50 pm 

tyrants, kings of plastic
and dummies melt easily
in her gaze

golden fire expanding elastic
i dive in and burn
with delight

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Dave The Dov
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:53 pm 

aiggots
biggots
ciggots
diggots
eiggots
figgots
giggots
higgots
iiggots
jiggots
kiggots
liggots
miggots
niggots
oiggots
piggots
qiggots
riggots
siggots
tiggots
uiggots
xiggots
yiggots
ziggots
they're all the same
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:00 pm 

perception to perfection could ever be
dousing fires with nails and rememberances
of ants marching, the highest honor bestowed
upon the captivated was the leaf they carted away..................
 

hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:07 pm 

the same game
spiggot pie
kick the world
make it cry
hide me in the closet
I'll be your spy
watching every move you make
giving you everything you take

the same game
spiggot pie
spit your soul
in my eye
chide me in the highest
i might cry
watching every move you make
giving you everything you take......
 

izeveryboyin
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:08 pm 

out here we know no boundaries... out here our eyes blled miles of stars and stripes forever (though slightly more unpatriotic) and thus we're all a buncah "bastards and shits" with nothing more to do but be alive!!! Be alive in this impossible living mind, and try to breathe before the sun runs out.
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"The night is young and full of rest, I can't describe the way she dress'd"
Back to top
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:12 pm 

waiting....waiting..... waiting....
Rimbaud enters my mind....
....Arthur....Arthur.....Arthur Cravan too....
Jack Johnson kicked his ass in espanol..
in the DADA spirit.....both fighters drank from the spiggot that night.......................................................


hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:18 pm 

get out the pork chops,
plop em in a pan
no reason for dinner
"I do it cause I can"
feeding frenzy hour
looms ahead you see
my baby's got to eat,
she depends on me,
potatos, gravy
french cut green beans
A candlelight supper,
while miracle jam dreams......


WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:22 pm 

sizzlin' in that pan.....jumped thru the fire
only to find that sweet meat chancha winkin'
at my slidin' feet, just how do ya sizzle a wired
man???????....can ya tell me hest ....can ya.....
 

Lightning Rod
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:22 pm 

the Billboard Music Awards
is the only reason I would watch Fox

girls with thighs that could crush your head
on the boulevard of broken dreams
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WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:24 pm 

geez Lrod and I was gonna
watch my Thomas Merton video
tonight........mommas in the big apple,
them thighs sound real nice right about "NOW!"


Glorious Amok
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:29 pm 

yass, hester's lit a candle
and i follow in her tracks
we's a two woman army
and we don't take no slackers
we's a world-size army
and we gonna raise the rafters
got the world upon our shoulders
but it don't make us fall
we can curl it for the biceps
cuz our pains just make us stronger
they's a weight for us to press against
developing the muscles
of hearts and souls and brains
_________________
still giving you that wang-dang-doodle.
 

Lightning Rod
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:30 pm 

CJ could crush your head with the very force of her being

even long distance
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izeveryboyin
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:32 pm 

thighs that ripple and touch man's dreams, who said we had to mind thier screams
Eyes that pull the big cock in, who said we couldn't live in sin
ass and breasts that go on forever, who said we wanted sunny weather.
Evening news at five o clock, junkies hooking round the block, inside view is whatcha got. Violence on the streets. Just give a girl those big ole thighs and kill her in the sheets.
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hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:49 pm 

We must remember this,
a dish is just a dish,
a thigh is just a thigh,
the undulating things
all die
as time goes by.

But when two poets jam
Their souls go on the lamb
beyond the moon and sky
don't matter what the
future brings
as time goes by.

Sonnets and couplets
never out of date
spontaneous creations
from jealousy and hate
sometimes there's nothing
with which you can relate,
that no one, can deny.

someday I'll write a story
about all my loves and glory,
it's a case of do or die,
the world will always welcome
writers
as time goes by.
as time, goes by........


perezoso
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:53 pm 

Muggsy or buggsy
larry or mo'--
capo-nay al dente
moll-lay ma moan

a thompson a glock
a lindy whipped hop
mafia mystery
or moses on maps

luciano the lucky
with a bride of a thug
who said a bigot
could not get it

mr rogers is in hell
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WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:03 pm 

you do know how to whistle?
Ragini just arrived fresh from
the mahatma land, twas a long
and perilous journey with Tambura
in hand, as he stepped thru the door
he said I've come to play fro Baltimore
and oh my how he and me and the good
Riyaz tabla player did jam ....me on my wood
flute in key of A .....these guys lay down the beat and the drone
that allows me to free form, I must be in heaven, James go get us a bottle of ouzo and a case of Bud, we got us some rugs to cut up...........

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hester prynne
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:07 pm 

It'sa wonnerful day in the poetry hood
there's downers and uppers and bads and goods
oh won't you divine?

Itsa magical day in the wordly wood
sharing some ink with a punky hood
oh he is divine

I have always wanted to know a writer just like you
perezee doats and ho's eee gloats
an a little spit in my shoe

Its A wonnerful day in the poetry hood
We're lucky we all can write so good
would you divine
could you divine
oh won't you please perebroho
 

izeveryboyin
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:08 pm 

wire... u couldn't have picked a better name!!! It's so easily inserted into various forms of experimental poetry and other such ramblings! Blessed be!
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Lightning Rod
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:13 pm 

Location: between my ears
the wax oozes into the candle
it's only the first day
my uzi's magazine is full

mohammed blushed
cuz he was a gangsta
lapsed into prophesy at times

when I did the twist
they called me Skinny Checker
but I was just a ruptured terrorist

A Sufi with a Browning Automatic
shells flying like popcorn
Baghdad confetti, betting on democracy
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WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:31 pm 

visions of zorba......that's why they
call em cretins...stripped the house bare
ouzi....mother fucker I said ouzo...and listen you pendeho mericone give me 3 or 4 of dem bud's now that's beer and send a case of em and a couple of quarts of mato juice over to that pied piper Lrods table and some vodka and the good dr. to madame D..she's in need of a little get down free time.......drunken ramblin's yeah but I gots me ouzo and that scallio man better have some more ....james...james get me and the boys some more ouzo and make it corona this time dos cases si my brother and while yer at it get us all som pigs feet up at the market...go anfd make it fast they closr in cinco minuto...get it james ya still owe me a 105 big ones and ya gots to work it off some how....now where were we menses ok hit it Riyaz.....wheres my concertina?????????


WIREMAN
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:10 pm 

me and the boys is takin' our act to the streets, we hear capn' morgans sailin' the canals of baltimore tonight and janis with her southern comfort can't be far behind....there's a rumour goin round the bars that Jim morrison will make a special appearance at the ottobar accompanied by the Clemm sisters playin' their tell tale hearts....be back later....what more can an ouzo man say??????????
 

perezoso
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:44 pm 

Capn morgana, Capn' kanga-rooo
Caesar of the candy canes
rddlin' on your roof....

Mr. Green Genes, and Dotty's on the rag
Lewis Carroll is interested in your
child's portfolio, a weekend
in majorca, lorca
play find the orca...

SPORK Mah; she about to BURST
to blow, to blather in her gruel--
from vestal to venal for the
earldom of pockedmourn

unplanned, he wuz like a gawd to me
said rachel knees
rabid on kvetch
as long as u do it

floored on the furs
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judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:55 pm 

man, i tried to save her
but the inevitable smacked across her future
down
like a beached whale
in the sweetness of her dreams

when i rolled
she rolled one over
what? i gasped!
yeah, the dead truth
was counting airways in the sky

and a moment of silence
pulled the sheet music
over her b flat mind
 

doreen peri
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:55 pm 

He wanted to CaesHer
She was like PlayDo
In his hands
She touched his AirisThrottle
I Kant do this,
she said
That's a lame philosoTease,
he replied
 

judih
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:59 pm 

call me myth us
i been marred 8 times
plato, aristotle, and then i jumped
around to rumi, rilke and ridicule
einstein held my hand
till i fell into partnership with absurdity

i wrest my case
 

perezoso
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:02 am 

Roethke a cool ol dude
could write poesy:
I Kant a bit instead
"rage warps my clearest cry to witless agony"
as he said, pre- psychotropic times;
instead of mystery or hushed
suburban mornings with
Die Tannen-bomb
let's get to the cannibal feast
in the manger and be done wit it
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doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:05 am 

I have mythed you all my life.
make no myth take about it.
but no mark twained me
against my will, rod, jurors
couldn't be persuaded
for testimony

it was bizarre
john paul sartred

of course, i
have been fooled
before.
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:09 am 

while wondering
to exist or not exist
life doubled over in hysteria
surgically removed from all thoughtwaves
they had to wheel her away
Back to top
 

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:11 am 

rot key
poems
untranslatable
text laced
with trace-
detectable
whifs of
eeeeeee
cummings
 

Lightning Rod
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:11 am 

I reliquished my licence to poesy
(to be honest, it was revoked)
at a young age in judgment
I'm the cleanest psychopath
you ever saw. I'm an anatimic bomb
I eat bon bons and watch soaps
while my husband works
I started my juvenile philosophy
at the age of seven come eleven
and the jury is still out
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judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:14 am 

ah, i saw this before
i ate this before
i sat here before

i remember the part
and the lines
and the ending

aw, i said this before
i thought this before
i wrote this before

is before ever going?

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Post by Doreen Peri » December 10th, 2004, 7:52 pm

<  Jam Session  ~  MIRACLE JAM! it's the time, now...Page 6

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:14 am 

she was a bittersweet
dilletante, a wheelchair-
ridden twin of her sister,
falling off perception
by a brake on

poor old lady
forgotten in
a funeral
home

it wasn't her fault!
somebody pushed her!
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:16 am 

pushed by fate
she sits in a thigh high cast
alone in a shadowy stupour

she forgets her name
till she reads the writing on the wall
fire exit! that's me, she sighs
 

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:17 am 

she rose from the floor
by the hand of another

miracles
happen
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:19 am 

she rose
he rose
they rose
in a garden of aphrodite ecstasy
constellation high


hester prynne
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:20 am 

being or not being,
that was their question.
meanwhile, she thurbered her way
into the mystic,
wanda wanda in hand,
irreverant of aim,
luck being a lady and all,
she hit
the bang,
before
it could whimper.
 

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:22 am 

fire exits the sky-high
cast of shadows
when Night
forgets
Her name,
memorized
only by the
Morning
Her paramount

shadows
are hot,
sighs,
permanent.

lies are
the
enemy
of miracles.

send up
smoke signals.

HURRY!


Lightning Rod
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:22 am 

Caesar Romero was an actor, not a salad dressing
how do I know these things, you ask
yes, there are faults in my punctuation
and my speling is less than purfect
but I have paragraphs of love for you
and the swagger of my sentences
is just the demonstortion of my lust.

The lamp is burning low and blue
the picture of conservation
the wick is stingy but prudent

we will last the night
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judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:24 am 

player pianos i have been,
her memoirs lurk in the wings
taking a bow
where no audience lingers
aura to aura adrift
set off to music from other worlds
a winsome chord
in a celestial encore


judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:26 am 

two lovers
croon in magic syllables
editing, redefining,honing
a stroke like this
and a restroke
a toke like this
and a retoke

is there no end
to variation
 

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:27 am 

If I could last the night
with firefly fights, flights
of fancy dances, toe-shoe
points blocked in while toes
bleed in an attempt to stand
upright with imaginary support,

i would become an arabesque
to your heartbeat, plead the vacant
stage with a leap, keep pirrouettes
reserved for you

in a lamp
with oil enough
to burn for eight days
 

Lightning Rod
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:28 am 

Location: between my ears
no diff between smoke signals and aurias
memoirs and metaphysics
miracles have not enemies
we are all in favor of rag-time music
and the catapult of miracles
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hester prynne
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:30 am 

how deafening when the
stars applaud,
how blinding when the
moonlit lighter
pays blue-green homage,
to what never did,
but could have done.
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:31 am 

just imagine, If!
and let's get it done
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doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:36 am 

do you know how important
smoke signals are? do you understand
the need to communicate with blankets
and embers?

do you know?
do you know?

do you comprehend
catapult-dreams?

what seems like a miracle
often has enemies....

there is a difference
between ragtime and jazz.

give me both
and i will send up
smoke signals until
you believe.


Lightning Rod
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:45 am 

we've burned holes in blankets
with the coals of
cold desire

communication in it's oldest form
tom-toms and hand signals

still you can't know
you can never know

my lust is a cannon
artful artillary synchopated
beyond the regime of jazz
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<  Jam Session  ~  MIRACLE JAM! it's the time, now.. Page 7.

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:46 am 

if jazz ruled the world
there'd be no rules


hester prynne
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:53 am 

Let's get it done
let's get it done,
add a couple letters
to the revolution
you are ready for this
steady or not,
whittle your canyons,
to a face on a rock,
there with the stars,
you'll be every night,
curtains always open
no entrance, no stage right.


judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:56 am 

the curtain's always open
the audience is always open
the actors always open
and open is our right


hester prynne
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:08 am 

plastic shrapnel
takes the blame,
highs and drys
too wild to tame,
but you see for me
it was never a game;
this ladder here
bears my name,
pull my rankles,
inhale my shame,
but you see for me
it was never a game,
plastic shrapnel
takes the blame
Back to top
 

doreen peri
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:13 am 

I have decided to reconcile love for want.
I have decided to taunt the idea that the possibility
existed. I have decided to resist blanketed holes
told in lust-prisms. this is the miracle. we are
all cannon fodder, synchopatated allthatjazz
reconciliations or artilliary fire.
 

hester prynne
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:25 am 

solo suits me,
i need myself,
tis want that puts me
on the shelf,
now full found,
i've come to see,
love's not love,
it's you and me.


judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:46 am 

what's a four letter word
for that indescribable something
with no sound
no smell
and no dimension?

can't tell you
but i know it
when i feel it
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:27 am 

truth
ya see!

i wonder
ya know?
 

WIREMAN
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 3:22 am 

truth at the end
of a note

last sip from the
final bottle

back to dreams..........


wylde
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 6:32 am 

truth is my conceptual perceptual manilla
envelope eloping gummed by sticky
notes gaudy in song
limp wristed wrestles splintering
nestles of sin singing signs
madonna crossed my splashy rubicon
its blood nothing more than a
whine
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 6:35 am 

drunk on truth serum
i gotta say it as i see it
and i see nothing but sunlight ahead
clouds hang out
groovin thursday with the best of them
alive is where it's at
 

wylde
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 6:49 am 

sobriety lifts its distorted hind
leg sloshed in a vacuums flood

sockets disembowelled in pockets
hollow the sky ploughed
by fallow felonious tunes
tinkered in jamborees
pinned by bone
stapled open by mouths
lipped in synch


judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 6:58 am 

shiny as a sync
splash goes coincidence
into the wide-aired wild

free to scavenge for innocence
collecting hope and bringin it all back home
(jewels love company)

a long stream of crystals
wrap their way around earth-ly throat
hanging down in rainforest lush

shimmy shake planetary watussi
whatever music you hear
dance it till Saturn rings for more


wylde
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 7:06 am 

incantations sliver from the shamans finger
ululations undulate
spines thrown like clones
milky in ways curdled by cloth
eyes droop scooped by scallops
buried by mussels clambering
grave thoughts looped on the gallop

time canters in
 

judih
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 7:31 am 

pegasus pendulums this way
hovering just out of reach
isn't it amazing
comments good natured Al
the risk of falling
equals the chance to fly

equations fill the sky
while zen monks give what they take

 

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stilltrucking
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 8:31 am 

i heard it in a love song
one is the loneliest number
but not when one plus one eguals one

equations fill the void
surfing on a gravity wave
how many angels can sit on a bar stool

miracles are now called science
unraveling the strings of the heart
a kitty cat meows

S had a cat
H had no doubt
P excludes despair

solitary walkers on a msytical path
divided by zero
infinity

the square root of a negative one
i
the sum of an infinite series
studio 8 miracle jam

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Post by judih » December 10th, 2004, 11:37 pm

8 pages
not 7 or 9
eight miraculous pages

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Post by e_dog » December 14th, 2004, 2:27 pm

all my words are gone
about ten posts
disappeared into thin air
as if i never participated
in the miracle
of dialogue

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Post by judih » December 14th, 2004, 4:43 pm

e-dog
those missing 10 pages were splendid
you were spontaneous light pouring neon through the thread
your words may not be saved for posterity
but your contribution was enormous.

jam on, if you can
the jam goes til tomorrow night.

judih

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Post by Doreen Peri » December 16th, 2004, 1:43 am

e-dog.. i am so sorry.. i wish i were a miracleworker... it is an honor to have the host we have.. they restored as mush as possible for us at no cost.... i just saw this post of yours now... please save your writings...... there are no guarantees on the internet... i'm no techie and somehow the thread disappeared but i was elated to be able to restore as much of it as possible....your posts are missing from the document? i'm so sad....... i wish there were a way to bring them back...... i am so sincere.... believe me... our documentation means the world to me....... i could tell you how sausage was made and the nitty gritty details of a disappearing thread, but you would be bored by the description.... thank you so much for your input... i am terribly sorry for techical problems..... i could scream like james cagney, "i'm INNocent! I'm INNocent!" but you wouldn't buy that so I won't suffer you with it......... hey.... got some essays for the "great ideas" section? http://studioeight.tv/greatideas.hml? write me..... i'd like to see your work in there, ok? after the holidays i will refocus my lens....... for now, i'm concentrating on a recognition of sorts, new furniture coming soon..... trying to stay focused on lights beyond my own......

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