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Poetry by Jebbi Maguire: Vellicative
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Poetry by Jebbi Maguire. Http:/ www.brokenglasspoetry.webs.com. Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed. Http: / turbulencepoetry.blogspot.com/. Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress. Sunday, December 26, 2010. Glide behind time, edged. Perception, light borrows. A split second eye-twitch. Skin tight, weathered face. Blows a smoke ring, might. Be scary if skittish fear didn't. Flutter on her shoulder,. Baneful butterfly, vellicative world. In your shaking hands.
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Invasion | Suzanne Burgos ~ Home
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Flowing blood rivers giving life to human form. Streaming nutrients, oxygen and cleansing properties of the body. Personal and collective choices invade the purity of human existence. Changing the colors to a terminal necrotic state of the human form. Life is more than human form, a cosmic spirit. It is a breath of life undisturbed by time or space. A light without end, transitions ever transcending. C 2013 Suzanne Burgos. This entry was posted on May 5, 2013 by Suzanne. It was filed under Digital art.
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A. Palmer Poetry: (Skinny, Decaf) Tea With the Vicar
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 18 January 2011. Skinny, Decaf) Tea With the Vicar. January 2011, A. Palmer. 8220;Forgive me, Father,” she said, “for I have skimmed.”. The full-fat tea completely missed the sink. And puddled the top, swelled and over-brimmed,. Cascading down cupboards as if to chink. The reverend’s cool and tempt forth a splay. Of Eastertime zest with the putrid stink. Of God-awful tempers on Bad Friday,. 8220;Would you get an apple too?
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A. Palmer Poetry: Silver
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 14 June 2011. June 2011, A. Palmer. I studied you, silent sage,-. Out of the corner of an eye,. As I perched on that day’s flower. Like only an eight-year-old can,. Whilst a hill of crumpled drawings. Overshot the lines in sprouted. Like a stem in fast-forward nearby. I observed impressed how your brow. Rooted and raked for the solution,. The lines like spades, digging. And tossing the problems. Occasionally, your pen.
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A. Palmer Poetry: Time Killing (an Octain)
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Monday, 16 May 2011. Time Killing (an Octain). May 2011, A. Palmer. Upon the shelf, you sit and live-. We're taught your hands make presents past. And left to feel we're caught, outcast,. Despite our belts in seats you give. To all those born to ride your scorn,. As we are dropped like sand through sieve. By those damn hands. No thing does last-. Upon the shelf, we sit and live. Octain , a form of poetry devised by. Can be found here.
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The Inbetween | Suzanne Burgos ~ Home
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This entry was posted on July 13, 2013 by Suzanne. It was filed under Digital art. And was tagged with Photoshop. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy your visit. If you click on an image, it will enlarge for a better view. You may want to look in the footer section of this blog for helpful, important, and interesting information, links and tools. Thank you for your visit. Art is My Religion. Bodhidharma, Father of Zen. Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog. The Arts Web Show. William's Poetry Blog.
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Soul Train | Suzanne Burgos ~ Home
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This entry was posted on July 14, 2013 by Suzanne. It was filed under Digital art. And was tagged with Abstract Art. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy your visit. If you click on an image, it will enlarge for a better view. You may want to look in the footer section of this blog for helpful, important, and interesting information, links and tools. Thank you for your visit. Art is My Religion. Bodhidharma, Father of Zen. Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog. The Arts Web Show. William's Poetry Blog.
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A. Palmer Poetry: Tracey Emin's Girl
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Friday, 13 May 2011. May 2011, A. Palmer. Tracey Emin, Artist (1963- ). There were old bracelets made. From dark wooden beads. That came as a set of two,. And you divorced them to give one to me,. Only I didn’t like it against my paler skin. So when the elastic began to retire. Around my thicker wrist,. I was glad to use it as an excuse to house it. In the glovebox of my car instead. One day, on my way to work,. 8221; due to slumber,.
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A. Palmer Poetry: Vienna
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Sunday, 15 May 2011. May 2011, A. Palmer. Off clothes endlessly,. To running back towards one another. On a rainy night in November,. To the corners of every. Baroque offset of Vienna,. We smiled, didn’t we? Children, really, when we started:. Kisses like a newborn deer, stumbling. Onto the next stage we’d read about. We never made it to Vienna. Now you live parallel,. In more ways than two, and. I’m stuck on you. So whilst my heart.
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A. Palmer Poetry: Matter, Anti-Matter and What Matters
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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 3 May 2011. Matter, Anti-Matter and What Matters. Tuesday 3rd May 2011, A. Palmer. Quick, there's that star that looks like our rotten egg-blue again. The cloud in front has returned to his seat,. And we've been given a good view again. I didn't see you'd left your eyes at your feet. Which is why I didn't know you'd stood in the quicksand-. I'd gone first up the ladder and assumed that you'd followed. Why were you dribbling?
