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imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Bagpuss never cries

'we will find it we will bind it
we will stick it with glue glue glue
we will stickle it every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new'

(The Mending Song, Bagpuss)

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your stripes are trembling in pink
the sun is still away
I hold you tight and then I think
'..this is our saddest day'

'..he climbs a tree, I bet' I say
'or scoffs up jam on toast'
but you just turn your nose away
and meaow to me: '..get lost!'

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Thank you for listening

one by one
they are pressing the button for more
I nod and
talk to them with my mouth shut
(my mouth is full of popcorn and wisdom)

I tell them to walk through fire with grace
save your words and
bring me an edelweiss - my eyebrow says
show me how you catch a ray
your bullets are buried in the snow above me
stop shooting blue birds
they’re made of plastic and
no thunder can save you

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

entretien avec la solitude

j’écrase ses lettres dans le vent pour oublier
la semaine d’automne bleu
où macère lentement le silence des pierres
l'une contre l’autre dans mon âme

peut-être suis-je moi-même
ce contraste mimant la solitude
entre lumière et péché
après l’orage de toute ma vie
dans l’œil d’eau oublié au désert

c'est le même florilège
derrière ces choses
écrites sur les larmes de mon ange

imaginea utilizatorului survivivore

Mantrix

I’m no monster
There only are diamonding lengthy dragon tails
of unconsciously fibring up things
bustling ahead through me
Their fiery claws
grip at my gimballed, never-tomorrowing blood
Overhead
they permeate and shred
the sacrific ennead
shunting the inscribable paginations’ loop heads
to the next level
Instant, go away
- I am so beautiful!

You loon
attention!

imaginea utilizatorului cvasiliu

Sonet 126

I will die as stone

It rains with shivers in my zealot vow
To whom I was, to elder that I’ll be;
No lucid spring will blossom in the knee,
After the chaos of the falling crow.
No half or faked answers and no plea
To broken fortune in the mirror, now,
When I’m the reckless tyrant in the slough
Of recollection and despair glee.
No second thoughts; under the step will grow
A chasm, a heated spear or a sea

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