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Man With Hat 
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 Posted: September 28 2011 at 23:58 |
I write poems
by throwing darts
at a wall
covered in pastries.
Every fourth word
reminds of another day
when we all sang
about the glory of Omega.
I stuff
You things
We were all meant to be
So end it before we copulate
another useless octopus
is stuck to the window.
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive
Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect.
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Joined: March 08 2009
Location: home
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Points: 530
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Posted: November 14 2011 at 09:45 |
Donostia
Donostia
is the dust's thirst
and gasps in boundless straw gardens
that the green hedgerow surrounds.
It's the rust of the sharpness.
The opaque cries of the skipper reverberated
in the opal sea of a festive day
And a thousand ears listened to the ocean's silence
While the vagabond and ragged wind
caressed the strings of the dried grass.
Donostia is the foulard rustle
that awaits for me on a balcony.
.........
Icons
On the nocturnal stone
At grapevine leaves I goggle
Impregnated with icons
Unusual and sour
That can't be read
And that
Mute and in vain
As a marble cat
Like all the unborn things
Scribbled and shaken by such a grace
I contemplate.
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August, Cadaquès
"Please, lean out now"
A watercolour veil gliding in the night
As her sweet voice swept the courtyard
Spreading wet coloured leaves.
And yet resounds around
The desperate cry of the rain drops
That tonight will be falling on my pillow.
As these poems were originally written in italian and then "translated" in english, I'd like you to report any mistakes.
(and some feedback of course  )
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Vompatti
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Posted: November 14 2011 at 10:15 |
^ I like them and spot no mistakes. The first one reminds me of Oscar Milosz (  ) a bit k
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Vompatti
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Posted: December 10 2011 at 10:22 |
there was a really sweet young mother at LIDL today.
I generally dislike mothers but this one was an exception.
she said to the phone in Finnish in a really calm, really comforting voice:
"remember what we promised?
when you are with mother or father you don't need to cry.
you are with father now."
and also:
"sometimes we fall down but that's no reason to cry.
when we fall down we get up and play twice as happily as before."
I wouldn't mind playing happily with her if you know what I mean.
but also no nvm.
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The Truth
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Joined: April 19 2009
Location: Kansas
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Points: 21795
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Posted: January 25 2012 at 22:28 |
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You know what I just noticed?
There is a link in my sig.
A particular link that leads to a particular page.
A particular page with particular work on it.
Particular work written by yours truly.
Please,
Enjoy.
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The Quiet One
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Joined: January 16 2008
Location: Argentina
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Points: 15745
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Posted: January 25 2012 at 22:32 |
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^following you, through blogspot! (jazz de la croqueta) Nice work!
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The Quiet One
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Joined: January 16 2008
Location: Argentina
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Points: 15745
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Posted: January 25 2012 at 22:37 |
Just some random stuff.
Summertime (+35ºC):
Hot, sweaty day The sun is saying goodbye But he takes too long We're all waiting for him to go Go away sun We love you, we want you When you're gone
Some brownish liquid:
Cough...cough...cough
COFF....
COFF...
Coffee,
yes, one cup sir
A
bit of sugar, please
No
milk, thank you
Hmm,
this is tastey
I
could drink this all day
And
just think that yesterday
I
was vomiting this same thing
Funny,
eh?
Another
cup, sir!
And
another one!
Ahh,
yeah, so good
Wait
a minute...
My
hands, are.. are.. sweating?
No,
they are melting! Godamnit!
Ugh,
I'm seeing in black and white
Where's
everybody?
Somebody?
Coffee?
Coffee,
coffee, come here
(whistling)
Come here, come here
Oh
f**k, I'm hallucinating again
....
Edited by The Quiet One - January 25 2012 at 22:41
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Equality 7-2521
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Joined: August 11 2005
Location: Philly
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Points: 15784
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Posted: January 31 2012 at 09:56 |
Sky is Illusion
Death and birth meet at the skyline. A thin divide pressed together like, lips whispering a secret impossible to define.
Colors and waves abort all the mundane. A furious fire bursting from not like, stars collapsing to novae impossible to constrain .
And
Under this bloodstained canvas, which somehow can encompass all the thoughts I entertain, Nature has reminded me that truth, and peace, and equality Man will one day rise and obtain.
Until that awaited transformation, a glorious aberration to render all souls sublime, Nature like we all must be our form and function in harmony and desires silenced like a mime.
But
Time and spin quell the sky’s refrain. A violent death of the spirit like, devils prisoning a jesus, impossible to unchain.
Hope and dream fade like the sunshine. A stupid belief meeting reality like, childs believing in Santa. Impossible too impossible.
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"One had to be a Newton to notice that the moon is falling, when everyone sees that it doesn't fall. "
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JJLehto
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Joined: April 05 2006
Location: Tallahassee, FL
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Points: 34550
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Posted: January 31 2012 at 11:53 |
 Man With Hat wrote:
I write poems
by throwing darts
at a wall
covered in pastries.
Every fourth word
reminds of another day
when we all sang
about the glory of Omega.
I stuff
You things
We were all meant to be
So end it before we copulate
another useless octopus
is stuck to the window. |
 That one right there
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clarke2001
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Joined: June 14 2006
Location: Croatia
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Points: 4160
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Posted: February 29 2012 at 06:49 |
hallelujah
your saliva taste like supper i made for you
like tobacco like itself like skin soursalty
earth like table wine with crumbs of cork
portuguese
your fists in my car taste like skin like sweat
like chassis buds like metal and if i were to
gather all your tastes in a candy box
wrapping would be definitely oldfashioned
with hinges squeaking everytime you sing
hallelujah
by a certain canadian
possessed optillusion of idyllic countrylife
business sterility of your off-ice and signs of those
rare occasions when you tuck your feet into high
heel pumps and you ask me - "how do they fit me"
and i sweat the answer off and you (in the same time)
are steely blue as a sky over a norwegian fishermen
with threads of vaginal yellow
all this up here and above would be on sale
in puny cakeshops of prewar-innocent austria
available today only at a hollywood retailer
all in wood all in shadow all in dust like scenery
and behind a curtain a salesman with hundred
years old sideburns of wise with gaze over bifocals
with examination of my life's lead role a musical
my number my song my tastebuds singing again
hallelujah
by a certain canadian
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ole-the-first
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Location: Russia
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Points: 1534
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Posted: February 29 2012 at 12:05 |
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A human child still doesn't know
What in this world he ought to merit
How strong will be the pain of living
That's in the breath that he inherit
We made our lifes so useless
It's time to pay our bill
The trial of utter justice
Our conscience starts to fill
This is the time for mourning
For all of those who's born
For those who're doomed to suffer
It's time to blow the horn
Whenever thou canst hide from truth
The truth won't stop to seek
So this is time to raise our glasses
For dead, and lost, and meek
This is the hour of celebration
Of every poor forgotten soul
Of every disillusioned being
Of every broken dream and goal
This is the dirge for destination
And cracked and deceived faith
This is the twisted mind's frustration
Of man that stands on razor's blade
This is the lament of unfound
This is the key to understand
It's shady sign and this is omen
Can we reach out now our hands?
'Cos it is time to shed my tears
And leave it off forevermore
And let some other one unhappy
To live his life on deathly shore
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ole-the-first
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Location: Russia
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Points: 1534
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Posted: February 29 2012 at 12:06 |
Swaying trees in twilight haze
A farewell to the light of days
A mistery of night's beginning
Of timeless dark's nocturnal dreaming Ghosts of shadows, thoughts of blue Heavy steps, unfound clue A cobweb of small stars falls down To fit into night's shady crown Sounds of wind in dreamy woods Maintain my dolorous mood A hoot of owls shows evil faces That hiding and confusing traces A fire in circle now is burning To lure a person whom is yearning And feed the evil with his sorrow Then vessel of his soul to borrow His every weakness starts to bring A vital force for those unseen Malevolent and spiteful spirits Who filled this night with baleful lyrics In dead of night there's shines a crescent Its way is very far from descent The owls are hooting louder This night is getting odder Surrounded with a half-light I try to make a hard stride Can't sleep now. Know these stars Will bring me only new nightmares My mistery's still unresolved Night shrouding me with chilling cold Its beauty's very strange and scary I'm charmed with it, but I'm so weary As tranquil as a nepenthe lover I want it never to be over Insanity's attractive now I'm owl sitting on a bough A nightingale now starts to sing This crazy song is gonna bring To midnight air the feel of soar I'll fly away from human bore... Into the night!
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ole-the-first
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Posted: May 30 2012 at 07:23 |
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THE NIGHT OF DAYDREAMS
Final step of tired fighter
Dreamy fog is in the night air
Decadence from cup of sorrow
Indication of tomorrow
Dust of rainy holiday
Evidence took me away
Derelict in quiet grave
Sail away on oozy wave
Smell of pine on execution
Rope of needless retribution
Memories of long-lost heart
Exhibition, kind of art
Kneel and pray in holy dread
Eat your final daily bread
Wipe my tears and let me go
'nother death, another show
In sanctuary of greedy fire
I sever twilight with the wire
Feel no shame and no regret
I won't forgive though, won't forget
Time to face what I can't change
Sound of cries in wider range
I request for fall asleep
Nothing I would like to keep
Abyss comes in dead reflection
Wait for crash and resurrection
Endless circle of oblivions
Dance of righteous and the villains
All the same goes on and on
Blinding pain and broken bone
Mesmerize and set me free
Turn me loose, I ceased to be
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This night wounds time.
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Man With Hat
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Jazz-Rock/Fusion/Canterbury Team
Joined: March 12 2005
Location: Neurotica
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Points: 166178
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Posted: May 30 2012 at 20:53 |
I pour liquid on the floor thinking about flour an aching anus knocked about until we all lock doors forever is a long time to spend inside a boulder or a ham leg without wind or hair or pain or forests
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive
Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect.
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HolyMoly
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Retired Admin
Joined: April 01 2009
Location: Atlanta
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Points: 26138
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Posted: May 30 2012 at 21:29 |
Then There'd Be Something I'd Done
You say I'm the one for you, But your eyes are twitching Your hand is shaking Are you just trying to shake my hand And say so long, farewell, now go to hell Behind every word is an asterisk and footnote But the book you wrote has not a page for me In the glossary
You say that I'd just your type, But behind your eyes Is a pool of doubt Do you just want out How can we ever tell what you really mean If you say it's red, it's green Or possibly a shade of blue This could happen to you
You say I turn you on, But what part? Is it your heart? I tend to think not Because you never call It's been since last Fall Maybe I've done something wrong again But that cannot be Cause then there'd se something I'd done And that could have been fun.
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My other avatar is a Porsche
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle if it is lightly greased.
-Kehlog Albran
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The Truth
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Posted: July 08 2012 at 16:00 |
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When a child asks politely,
"Where's Waldo?"
The appropriate response is not
"In a box,
Knife in head.
Waldo Jeffers
Is most certainly dead."
*****
Hide the rope now, quickly.
Its sickening slenderness
Was not even summoned
By Simon's say-so.
Not sure what to do with those at all, just came to my head in the last two days. The first one might not go anywhere but "Simon's Say-So" seems like it could go further.
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Equality 7-2521
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Posted: July 08 2012 at 16:47 |
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I think they should be worked together.
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"One had to be a Newton to notice that the moon is falling, when everyone sees that it doesn't fall. "
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The Truth
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Posted: July 08 2012 at 16:53 |
I thought about that but that and oftentimes I do work poems together but this one I was having difficulty with. 
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Equality 7-2521
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Posted: July 08 2012 at 16:55 |
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I read them as one until I got to the last sentence there.
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"One had to be a Newton to notice that the moon is falling, when everyone sees that it doesn't fall. "
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The Truth
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Posted: July 08 2012 at 16:58 |
Ok, wound up finishing.
The Truth wrote:
When a child asks politely,
"Where's Waldo?"
The appropriate response is not
"In a box,
Knife in head.
Waldo Jeffers
Is most certainly dead."
*****
Hide the rope now, quickly.
Its sickening slenderness
Was not even summoned
By Simon's say-so.
The chirping of the birches
Heightens your nervousness
And the misspoken phrases
Of Vancouver natives
Make you trip in the doorway
And then beg for smokes.
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Edited by The Truth - July 08 2012 at 17:33
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