POETRY by poetjpb

Monday, April 5, 2004

A DIFFERENT KIND OF EASTER POEM

EASTER Sun warms my back, breeze brushes hair across my forehead, past my eyes, as I stare. My unwrinkled body is old today, paralyzed. Numb. Ache in my pajamas till noon, curled on the couch under an electric blanket, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to share the Lily with the living, how it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 1, 2004

Browned petals on my plate................

PETALS Browned petals on my plate bloomed yesterday with color. Memories of your perfume once filled my nostrils-- blur. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I find bones where the clench of privation propels me to gnaw

ITCH Wedging between your fleshy ribs, I find bones where the clench of privation propels me to gnaw. I crawl onto cool sheets, and press my knees to my chest. I wait for your fingers at the curve of my neck. No touch warms me tonight, only words, hollow in the empty space, cold and grumbling, with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 29, 2004

MY COUNTRY SONG (HA) IF YOU CAN CALL IT THAT>>>

ODE TO LOVE Can’t live without a hammer, a screwdriver, a cup of coffee, and you. Can’t make it without them, can’t make it through. You put the screws to my heart, you hit the nail on the head Can’t make it without them, can’t make it through. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 25, 2004

YOU CAN'T TRAVEL TO THE MOON, HE SAID, BUT I THINK HE LIED...

DREAM WEAVER “You can’t travel to the moon,” he said, but I think he lied. One night, I was feeling low, unfulfilled, etc, wanting to get published, and my husband said, "you can't travel to the moon." Oh yeah? Why the hell not? Hence this poem. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

BY POPULAR REQUEST (WELL 2 OF YOU ANYWAY) SANTA BARBARA POEM

SANTA BARBARA The music of last night’s stroll down State Street wafts through my memory... sidewalk musicians with their guitar cases open like an alligator mouth catching coins, cafes with the aroma of exotic coffee and chocolates; salad bars with multi-colored, striped and dotted beans; There’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 22, 2004

ELUSIVE, LIKE DREAMS, LIKE LOVE, THEY FLOAT AWAY>>>

BUBBLES Crystal clear rounded cubes afloat in air. Elusive. Like dreams, like love; like memories of you… They come and go. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 21, 2004

A BEACH POEM, HEY BEACHBELLE, WHAT DO YA' THINK???

BREAKFAST AT THE BEACHSIDE CAFE I drink in the ocean mist with a sip of steamy tea. I soak it in and store it to sustain me later when I will need it most. Layers of clouds, white streaks, light blue, and blue gray melt into the sky and the damp cool air. In the teal gray ocean, a school of dolphins... Sign in to see full entry.

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ONE OF MY VERY FEW LONGER POEMS-RIVETING A GLARE AT THE NEWS

HE TRAVELS TO TEXAS He travels to Texas while she keyboards alone, pecking letter after letter, hour after hour, not fully aware she’s sitting in silence. No radio, no phone, no music against vanilla walls, gone--the sound of his gurgling bath sated with scent of musk. He returns and the six o’... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 18, 2004

I HEAR THE FAMILIAR CLICK OF YOUR KEY IN THE DOOR...

APPLE VALLEY: NIGHT NOISES A coyote howls, a siren on a desert highway sings a lonely song, and the rumble of a distant train echoes my loneliness tonight. Night noises become my only friend. Where is it going without me? To what Far away land does it carry its night travelers? This room seems... Sign in to see full entry.

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