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Offline Gyppo

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #45 on: April 02, 2016, 07:55:32 PM »
I stood at that bus stop for about ten minutes, listening to the birds.  They were the last thing I expected to hear on a miserable damp night.  Beauty unexpected.  Then it dawned on me they could be the subject of a poem.  By the time I walked the last half mile home it was all there in my head, just needed a bit of tidying on the page.
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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #46 on: April 02, 2016, 08:38:16 PM »

Amazing how poems happen sometimes. :)

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #47 on: April 02, 2016, 09:00:55 PM »
I stood at that bus stop for about ten minutes, listening to the birds.  They were the last thing I expected to hear on a miserable damp night.  Beauty unexpected.  Then it dawned on me they could be the subject of a poem.  By the time I walked the last half mile home it was all there in my head, just needed a bit of tidying on the page.

Don't you love it when that happens? Isn't it magical? I love when a poem comes to me  practically "preformed." Great work Gyppo.

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #48 on: April 03, 2016, 07:28:49 AM »
No. 3

To You

I donít know the hue of your skin,
the texture of your hair,
if youíre dressed to the nines
or sitting there naked.
I donít know if your voice is gravely
and gruff, high-pitched and nasal;
if youíre drinking wine while you work
or multitasking like crazy. I donít always
even know your gender.

But I know how you turn a phrase
and what matters to you most.
I know who posts on your thread
and what theyíre thinking. I even know
your ghosts, some by name.
I know who likes to rhyme and who doesnít,
who likes formal verse, and who, the more
sublimeóyes, Iím speaking of you,
my fellow online poets. Cheers!

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #49 on: April 03, 2016, 08:56:49 AM »
those April Showers
turned to snow
white to green
so damn mean

I would cry
if was allow
it should be green
fresh flowers seen

instead I'll laugh
and shake it off
just one more day
Summer's on it's way


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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #50 on: April 03, 2016, 09:56:21 AM »
Tres


Is there anything
more bleak than an April snow?
It gobbles up hope.

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #51 on: April 03, 2016, 11:42:30 AM »
I'm getting behind here
sorry
but my excuse is


3 days alone with the kids
but in about 30 minutes
"she who must be obeyed"

will be back!
Just a well-read punk peasant

Going to church makes you a christian as much as standing in a garage makes you a car!

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #52 on: April 03, 2016, 12:53:45 PM »

3.  Waiting to Be Reborn
« Last Edit: April 04, 2016, 09:05:23 AM by Tom 10 »

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #53 on: April 03, 2016, 01:13:52 PM »
#3

A photograph

She stood in the light
Glorious and quiet
As a statue.
She was three,
Maybe four,
The wings of her hair
Ready to unfold,
and she smiled
Bright and shiny
To the photographer.
A burgeon of dreams,
The queen of the world:
My beautiful daughter

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #54 on: April 03, 2016, 01:24:19 PM »
 :)

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #55 on: April 03, 2016, 04:52:10 PM »
Napo Number 4

A bag and a half of tears.

The protective callous,
from passing years
is ripped aside.
Torn from a half-healed wound,
unleashing old pain.

I was clearing a cupboard today,
undisturbed for years.

I found one and half carrier bags,
stuffed with used stamps,
torn from envelopes to raise funds
for a charity burned into my heart.

A bag and a half of tears,
catching me unaware,
blocking my throat,
smashing through defences
more fragile than I care to believe.

Gyppo
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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #56 on: April 03, 2016, 08:09:56 PM »
 Where's the freaking like button on this window?!

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #57 on: April 03, 2016, 08:12:46 PM »
Great work, Gyppo.
This is not an exit.

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #58 on: April 03, 2016, 08:13:52 PM »
Lovely stuff, Catherine. I'd probably lose the "maybe four" line. The uncertainty doesn't really add much.
This is not an exit.

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Re: NaPo! -- National Poetry Month - Here we Go!
« Reply #59 on: April 03, 2016, 08:14:21 PM »
02. UNTITLED

The half lives of our secrets
are shorter than we think,
the furnace that burns in
a silent tongue dampens,
the moment turns to vapor
whisping around the static
edges of conversations,
impressions of confrontations,
surprises that generate a flinch
underplayed, like it never happened at all.
This is not an exit.