POETRY by poetjpb

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Friday, February 20, 2004

HELP ME BE ELASTIC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GENTLE BREEZES If only I were a supple tree bending graceful with the wind; a young strong budding tree alive with springtime. Lord, don't let me wither and weary with life like an old deadened trunk that has lost it's branches. Withered old trees grow brittle in the wind; they snap and their arms... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

A TINY POEM

CLEAR CUT Dark forest canopy, layers of rambling thicket barricade Your light from me. Cut the path through my choking, twined growth; machete tangled webs of twisted, gnarly vines, enabling the radiance of Your Holy Spirit to infiltrate. A COLUMN ABOUT NOTHING... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

HOW ABOUT A LITTLE

PILLOW TALK "Consider the lilies of the field, how they toil not, neither do they spin." Matthew Does my bedroom belong to you Lord? In the early morning hours when I awake too soon, what are my thoughts? Do I Worry, stress, or do I pray? Even my pillow is yours Lord, for this is where I lay my... Sign in to see full entry.

HOW ABOUT A LITTLE

PILLOW TALK "Consider the lilies of the field, how they toil not, neither do they spin." Matthew Does my bedroom belong to you Lord? In the early morning hours when I awake too soon, what are my thoughts? Do I Worry, stress, or do I pray? Even my pillow is yours Lord, for this is where I lay my... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

I love this poem....

THE MOLDMAKER AND THE POTTER Tears and memories rise to the surface as I smooth your roughed, worn hands with mine. A long time ago, my little hand fit into yours as you lovingly cupped your fingers around mine, making me feel safe. Daddy's hands were strong and skilled, blackened with labor and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 15, 2004

MY THIRSTY EYES LICKED THE DREGS OF YOUR MUDDY POOL>>>>>>>>>>

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Friday, February 13, 2004

THE RAIN WAS POURING; IT WAS COLD AND I WANTED YOU>>>>>>>>>>>>>

RAIN The rain was pouring; it was cold and I wanted you. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 12, 2004

A SHORT BUT VERY WEIRD EARTHY POEM FROM POETJPB>>> READ IT.

ESSENCE OF ROETHKE The green veins spider and outline the orange-yellow pod; its petals bow like the hump of a tongue tightly curled, thwarting an unripe birth. Under it lies white flesh exposed--bulbs that sprout like a baby bird's beak, gasping for first air. Suckling paper necks out-stretched,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

ARE YOU UNBALANCED??? ANOTHER 1 SECOND POEM

FLAMINGO EQUILIBRIUM Perched on one foot--still. Knobbed ropey leg wobbles while its head cranes back resting on its laurels under orange sherbet feathers tipped in paint. You won’t get far with your eyes looking back in the face of the cut stone Tiki god. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 9, 2004

SHE SCRATCHES HER THIGH, NEXT HER ARMPIT >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GORILLA AT THE ZOO Weathered rubber hands fondle crabgrass and gently press them into her razor teeth. A slow stare of those black eyes peer through glass. She scratches her thigh, next her armpit, but keeps the stare fixed at me. Ferocious gorilla--imagine if we met in a dark forest, you and I?... Sign in to see full entry.

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