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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:28 am
by deer of the dawn
Rain in Atlanta
We ran in from the downpour
found we were alone
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:30 am
by deer of the dawn
Savor Dam wrote:Desultory love...
Foamfollower would call that
Phrase a sad story
You're right, Savor. I mistook the meaning, had it mixed up with its opposite! 
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:58 am
by sgt.null
found we were alone
distances broken thusly
reunion blissful
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 12:05 pm
by deer of the dawn
reunion blissful
invaded by cell phone chirp
Throw it in the lake!
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 8:08 pm
by Dread Poet Jethro
Throw it in the lake
Home to enchanted lady
Her hand will catch it
Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:26 am
by sgt.null
Her hand will catch it
empires decided thusly
legends never die
Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:36 pm
by deer of the dawn
legends never die
They just become Disneyfied
losing their magic
Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:14 pm
by Savor Dam
Losing their magic
Not an option for True Love
Persist and prevail
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:37 pm
by deer of the dawn
Persist and Prevail
Words for the great and the strong
What words for the weak?
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:32 pm
by Savor Dam
What words for the weak?
They get the same words, for they
Need them even more
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:09 pm
by Ananda
Need them even more
And our solitary hearts
Breaking even now
Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:37 am
by sgt.null
Breaking even now
fortunately held even
odds against return
Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:28 am
by deer of the dawn
Odds against return
Against faith, against wisdom
But still there is hope
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:44 am
by ussusimiel
But still there is hope.
Dawn graces ears with birdsong.
Cleanses hearts and minds.
(After 'The Love of Morning' by Denise Levertov.)
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:42 am
by Dread Poet Jethro
Cleanses hearts and minds
His peas and queues, while others
Mouth off endlessly
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:04 am
by Linna Heartbooger
Mouth off endlessly.
For fools busy themselves* by
Multiplying their words.
* (mee too!)
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:13 am
by Dread Poet Jethro
Multiplying their words
Does not serve them well when they
Have divided thoughts
Ignoring the count
Of syllables in line one
Is six and not five
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 12:32 pm
by deer of the dawn
Halve divided thoughts
Double-minded ones, take heed
Peace will not be yours
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:25 am
by Linna Heartbooger
Peace will not be yours
While we toil under the sun.
These are the birth pangs.
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:27 am
by Linna Heartbooger
Peace will not be yours:
Sun and moon are needed yet.
These are the birth pangs.