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Dancing On The Edges
Dancing on the edges
seismic thunder beneath my feet
trembling winds
winter me not but hold me
still the quaking fire
and dance
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hazeydaze hazeydaze |
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6/16/1999 8:59 AM |
The Art & Poetry Of JBC
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY
JBC
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poetess |
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6/11/1999 8:17 AM |
Poetry and Art Rendered By Skybrush
Email Sk
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poetess |
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6/10/1999 9:46 PM |
Till Hope Is No More, a collaborative effort of art &poetry
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6/9/1999 12:20 AM |
Lady Of Thorns Authored By: Peggy Meekes-King
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poetess |
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6/8/1999 12:28 PM |
A Daughter's Message
My mother had spent many of her
waking hours calmed by tranzene
reading redbook and talking secretly
over tea with milk and sugar
censoring my l
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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6/7/1999 11:53 AM |
The Merchant Of The Flute
the merchant of the flute had long forgotten days when his senses were captured in the thunderstorm created by softly blowing through the sweet s
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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6/7/1999 11:03 AM |
The Haunting
The Haunting
from your past
lives and
does not l
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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6/5/1999 9:49 PM |
Contrition In Blu
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poetess |
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6/4/1999 1:12 PM |
Time Has Passed...
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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6/4/1999 10:48 AM |
Don't ask me for my hand again...
while your's are
stained with ink and the lies
issuing from your mouth
spark the passion not
DON'T
ask me for my hand
again until
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poetess |
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6/1/1999 2:19 PM |
-- No Subject --
DON'T
ask me for my hand again
while your's are
stained with ink and the lies
issuing from your mouth
spark the passion not
DON'T
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poetess |
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6/1/1999 2:17 PM |
The Photo Shoot
fanning
the flames
of fame as a moth
fanning the footlights
blazing color underneath
the photographer's flash
a fantasy in female
form
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poetess |
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6/1/1999 1:04 PM |
Poetry Alive Journal OnLine
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poetess |
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6/1/1999 11:54 AM |
Queen Of The Flowers By Laura Josselyn
"Portrait Of Summer" Digital Art by: ~haze
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/28/1999 12:30 AM |
Rapture's Wake
and now in rapture's wake
come sit beside me
watch as the wind sketches
clouds across the canvas
of the sky
guilded by the sun
can you f
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/27/1999 11:20 PM |
Vows Of An Angel With Broken Wings
Am I not
your angel
unfallen
broken wings tethered
to the clouds save
only for you
Have I not
set sail Cinderella dreams
against
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/27/1999 11:07 PM |
Today
Today
was like the gentlest
august day
your laughter was
like the late afternoon breeze
light through my heart
just to be near you
so
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/27/1999 4:22 PM |
Sun Worshiper
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/27/1999 4:08 PM |
December First
December First
It’s Tuesday again
and
as the sun has gilded
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hazeydazehazeydaze |
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5/27/1999 2:20 PM |
