POETRY by poetjpb

Monday, August 1, 2005

A POEM ABOUT ANTHONY1WILEY'S TRIP TO CALIFORNIA COAST...

Wiley traveled from Canada to California by air we have made quite a "darlin'" pair off to Santa Barbara to see the Mission on Carpinteria beach to watch a man fishing ate some avocado that was squishy and green talks kinda funny, saying words like "beeeen" intead of house, it rhymes with goose it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 31, 2005

A Poem about a Canadian you all know

Wiley traveled from Canada to California by air we have made quite a "darlin'" pair off to Santa Barbara to see the Mission on Carpinteria beach to watch a man fishing Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 3, 2005

RAPPY SLAM DUNK, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

Seven Course Meal rappy slam-dunk read brutal honesty resonating mental energy draining live to write poetry gobble words eat images and metaphors like fresh picked beans from Prufrock’s prolific garden swallowing your words, tasting them, feeling them on the roof of my mind, licking their wounds,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 11, 2005

HAPPY BIRTH DAY TO WILEY WHO MAKES US ALL WARM AND SMILEY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILEY WHO MAKES US ALL WARM AND SMILEY MAKES ME LAUGH OUT LOUD AND FLOAT DREAMILY ON A CLOUD HE IS NO OTHER THAN THE MAN OF THE HOUR GOT ALL THAT WRITING POWER LOVE THE CANADIAN-- WELL NOTHING RHYMES WITH THAT ONE SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 26, 2005

WRITE A DUMB SHORT POEM TONIGHT-WHY NOT?

I AM QUIETLY BLUE OR DELIRIOUSLY MANIC LOYAL AND TRUE BUT ALWAYS SOMEWHAT FRANTIC I AM UP AND I AM DOWN UP DOWN. ALL AROUND MANIC FRANTIC DEPRESSED YOU GUESSED IT? A WRITER.............ME Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

REMEMBER THESE POEMS FOR BLOGGERS?

For tremacc 1. NOT HAIKU She spies a snake biting its own tail stinging its own future and past Chasing, chasing, half assed. Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn, Circuits acting up, Will it be the end? “Hello, anyone out there in TV land?” And the walls come a tumbling’ down… 2. for UNTOLDONE your richness... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Fishing for Metaphors...

Fishing for Metaphors what can be said that hasn't been said? how will I twist it, tweak it, make it mine? twist, tweak, tie it with twine; wrap it with words, Velcro with vivid verbs; lick the lines with tasty words, sticky language, syrupy sonnets. watch them writhe and wriggle, worming their way... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 1, 2005

A POEM FOR WILEYCOYOTE AND CALYPSO

Wiley swears like a sailor, salty and true Rough around the edges but tender too. He believes we are as trees “growing together, and dropping leaves…” his kitty, Calypso, pounces in Canada ’s snow but is he a good Catholic? Only Wiley knows. Sign in to see full entry.

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DO YOU WANT A POEM ABOUT YOU? I WILL WRITE ONE RIGHT NOW...

DO YOU WANT A POEM ABOUT YOU? I WILL WRITE ONE RIGHT NOW... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 30, 2004

SMALL BEADS OF SWEAT FORM UNDER MY THIGHS, COOLING ME...

NATURE'S JAZZ Resting low in the beach chair small beads of sweat form under my thighs, cooling me in the Simi Valley breeze. I listen to my breath rise and fall, and rise again. I watch flowers in my backyard, draped in green stippled in pinks, purple, orange, and yellow like Monet's landscape.... Sign in to see full entry.

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