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surface of words spread serenely below with the mass of a falling body shaped like an arrow arms outstretched hands joined in prayerful supplication a human javelin in gravity’s slingshot smashing the calm of words with...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/506229"><title>the life of art</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/506229</link><description>in the cave of the heart the mother cradles her baby so carefully the heart is a hidden vault to house the sacred mother and the new life born the mother with child is taken with care into the deeper dark away from public eyes away from celebrations marking the wondrous creation away from noise...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/504188"><title>milk shake</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/504188</link><description>me and muscley mary skipped to the dairy the owner's name was thin jim and this is what we said to him milk shake shake shake milk shake shake shake give us give us a milk... shake shake shake _________________________________ happyhappy betty ok, end of week 5, this face is happyhappy betty...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/503915"><title>the reruns of our lives</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/503915</link><description>oh how we all love a good story bouncer gets head-butted I hear retold to liven up a breakfast gathering we wake up in the morning and organise our niceties and put everything in order in preparation and readiness for the good story the bashings muggings blastings rumblings stumblings uglies of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/503730"><title>crocka 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rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/503097"><title>my last love</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/503097</link><description>she loved attention she loved touch she loved risk she hated being kept waiting she hated her boyfriend (sometimes) she hated rivalry and I was her conquest (amongst others) [ inspired by a greater and far more delicate poem by anna akhmatova ]</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/502932"><title>the habit divine</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/chrisjannidespoetry/502932</link><description>love victim alone in her nunnery embraced by the virtual arms of her lord caught up in the throes of biological passion evading the wretched itch fighting the urge to scratch maid in heaven on her forehead pasted passion wasted left untasted comfort the habit with the mantle divine</description></item><item 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