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Post by sandhi on May 4, 2013 21:33:06 GMT
the dry snow slides between the yellow sky each flake..streaming down a copper straw.. and never again to fly in the sky... the wind sifts and becomes a misty air... blowing against the copper straws... clanging, clanging, millions and zillions... the copper straws hanging from nowhere...everywhere...
and the stars pollenate the earth liquid flowers flow between grass threads....instantly the threads curl... while the flowing slurps down a drain.... nothing left but a smooth glass earth... and a blue smoke swirling inside it...
"and in the begining, God created the heavens and the earth".... and in the ending...God pulled his plug...
1968
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Post by Pincho Paxton on May 4, 2013 21:57:05 GMT
Your old poetry is like my old poetry. Similar words. I can only remember part of my old poem...
Dulux Dog Hair-do Screwed with a Corkscrew
... and that's all I can remember.
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Post by sandhi on May 4, 2013 23:01:37 GMT
LOL....it's a miracle the stuff i managed to hang on to...i still have the original copies of a few poems...one of them is buried with my grandmother
i always loved science though....especially geology & archeology....there is hint of a budding mystical scientist in my poetry i think...lol
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