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Witch BottleWitch Bottle   
 
To lift that bottle now,  
hearing the pins and bent nails  rattle in their bitter wash,  
is to shake his hand   
come out at last from under  what held him – to feel his measure  of that nearby something  at work between his trips   
to the butcher and the bank  as it wore his tongue  rough with accounting  broken panes of glass,   
absent things, the gate  hanging not as he left it.  Its weight commends him  on the defense he buried   
in keeping with tradition, perhaps  beneath his hearth a while, Witch Bottle
by *b1gfan
Ad AstraAd Astra   
 
There is what saves us.  There is what takes us.   
We are saved when the cab  Driver’s rush to see  his soccer match gets us  to the airport early.   
We are taken when the cab  Driver’s rush to see  his soccer match gets us  to the airport early.   
We are taken because the surgeon  Wants to bump Tashara’s  knee surgery up two weeks.   
We are saved because the surgeon  Wants to bump Tashara’s  knee surgery up two weeks.   
We are saved when  There are two seats  left on the 7:12 Ad Astra
by *b1gfan
Your Body, at a DistanceYour Body, at a Distance   
 
Fertile Mother of the Timna Valley  Carved into your stone,  Your feet are enormous with splendor –  Massive roots for quaking legs  Four times your body’s length  And every inch shaking with the  Wraiths of birth, but holding –   
Holding, though all your lines  (Narrowing from foot to crown)  Claim that you are falling  Away from us, head-first into stone –  The thick of your fingers and toes  Carved as if scraping to catch an edge  That cannot hold so stark a body,   
So proud a womb. Goddess Give Your Body, at a Distance
by *b1gfan
ArtificeArtifice  "There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face."  Macbeth 1.4.13-14   
 
It’s not that crows  and orioles might take us  all; not that they will   
set upon us in terrible clouds,  ripping into our carpentry  until brood and queen lay ruined –   
all because the drones  who guard our hive are stingless.  It’s not that I’m quick   
to throw off the last of my time  when still some gathering is left  for me. It’s not any of that.   
The drone’s way does not fail  so that I m Artifice
by *b1gfan
Incident on a BridgeIncident on a Bridge   
 
There because I was unsure  where else to bear my loss,  I stopped at Haizhu bridge –   
where many unsteady hands have given  every hope and sorrow to gravity.  And there I climbed out to wait,   
bankrupt and listening to the river  cussing, the breath of the crowd  below. And the day was long   
on the beams before I saw,  abruptly, the familiar stranger  standing hooded in his shadow –   
black lips, black teeth, watching  among the passers-by, his eyes  hard as bone. His blade   
brushed e Incident on a Bridge
by *b1gfan
The Indiscreet ShepherdThe Indiscreet Shepherd  Nicolas Lancret (1743)   
 
Is it sunrise or sunset  in that irregular panel by Lancret,   
one of those few that hung a while at Versailles  in the apartments of the king’s mistress,   
by which I mean to ask, as I stand  just a foot or two away from her –   
not far off really, not any farther than he is  standing, rapt in the rustic mischief   
unfolding around the fringe of her dress –  is it right for her to drowse there   
still against the unyielding column  capped by some small body, maybe stone & The Indiscreet Shepherd
by *b1gfan
ScarpScarp   
 
after L’Aquila, words  stumble through becoming  unfit to describe  what they describe as  a quake as debris  and aftershocks as grief –  crust in L’Aquila is a pair of horses  grazing a rolling pasture –  epicenter is a stack of plates  rescued from her restaurant  as it collapsed upon itself –  magnitude is the day  we hear that all will dig until  we are certain there is nobody  left alive. In L’Aquila  tectonics means rescue  workers are scooping  through rubble by hand  to pull a 98-year-old wo Scarp
by *b1gfan
Of A Scottish GhostOf a Scottish Ghost   
 
What can be asked of one world’s omens  caught ghosting a breach into another   
world’s stone walls – Is food as important  as heaven? Will truth heal an uncertain heart?   
Who might you have watched dying? Who are you  watching live? Is there anything that goes   
without saying as we inch closer  to understanding perhaps? Of A Scottish Ghost
by *b1gfan
She Will Be NearShe Will Be Near   
 
But Unseen behind her Curtain –  Isn’t that like a book?  Caught just so between lark song and  The taste of Unblushing   
Words awakening on her Breath –  A startled square of glass  Unready for the Torch of dusk,  Quick to change the subject –   
She will watch the Coachman’s approach  By not watching at all –  Her weight confiding in the sash;  The Stars moving in pairs.   
                     &n She Will Be Near
by *b1gfan
Donna VampiroDonna Vampiro   
 
Back into our hands again, you are  not thinking of us, or yourself, or how  we might forget to know you   
as more than just a few words  for a woman’s body found in a mass grave,  as we call you the remains of the first vampire   
and consider the brick  lodged between your jaws to stopper  fear and disease. Donna Signora,   
so small and hard a chip of ghost  days and silence, what undemanding offices  might sway us not to stare at   
how no clots of earth are needed  to hold the ornaments of your teeth in place – Donna Vampiro
by *b1gfan
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Hearts and Sticky Kisses

Sun Jul 5, 2009, 12:32 PM
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Epic Win!

painted by the wonderful :iconmsklystron:

I was catching up on home life and podcasts after a short trip to Florida (because those go together so naturally) and I noticed one of the poem's of the day was this piece by Pablo Neruda. I couldn't help it - I thought I'd share.

Drunk As Drunk
by Pablo Neruda

Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

And, as if that weren't enough to make the day blissful, a second podcast was a reading of the poem i carry your heart by e. e. cummings!

i carry your heart
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

:peace: It is inspiring is it not. :w00t:




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~SonicShadowSilverLuv:iconSonicShadowSilverLuv: 2 days 4 hours ago
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YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away

Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
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1-3: you're a bad friend
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^fllnthblnk:iconfllnthblnk: 2 days 4 hours ago
BWA BWA BWA BWA

I LOVES ME SOME DAVE.

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FACE!!!
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~beaulivres:iconbeaulivres: 2 days 8 hours ago
thanks for putting my drawing in your journal a while back. i haven't been around a lot lately, i guess, but it is still appreciated. :}
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~tuxisme:icontuxisme: 2 days 16 hours ago
i haven't talked with you in fornevers!

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Always hoping you'll get it.
In a sweet by-and-by.
Any sort of thanks.
You'll sprout wings and then you'll fly.

=versebyverse- check it out!
they made me do that...
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~TimeFlies:iconTimeFlies: 3 days 12 hours ago
Oh no! You're not doing the haikuthon!

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"She stood there, half way between the orient and here. Bitter white clouds lingered and then went, capturing the splash of yellow that the sun bathed our faces in."

"We are what we think" - Buddha
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