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what i've learned about poetry
is that its ok to open your heart
and bleed or purr or maybe
even construct text, i've learned
that poets are quite mad and that
this is our perfect right to speak
up and out and inside out
because the sea is polluted
and we live under a harsh sun
where souls are hurting and death
is armed and roams the streets
where lives are pushed to the edge
as pain hides in the shadows
where you'll never find a pearl
unless it was dropped by a
little old lady without her glasses
we can write til the day we die
if we don't look at the audience
and believe they can see
into our souls..................
~lily
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~quick on the flutter/by~
I have come back to reclaim my blog from the abyss that i let it fall into. I humbly apologize and promise to nurse you back to health, my poor ((myarspoetica))
Oi i'm back, and this is a drama free zone!!. Please don't litter here.
Old Orblers i would love to see here again, are Lilla, Ash, Dusk Devi, Dean, Wendi, Tracy, Kleo, Adrian, Norm and that girl who wrote the blog Traveling Patchwork (forgive if i got that wrong, its been a while)
Anywayz, i plan to share some tweets from twitter, and the clouds that surrounds them. For those who don't know me, i am a restless soul, drifting in and out of complete silence & singing of life, in and out of wonderland & the reality of coming home.
New entry coming soon, maybe a poem, maybe just some twirly whirly thoughts.
Meanwhile, here's a small collection of random twitterings (where are you Dean, always eighteen?)
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crows in the gum tree / rarking the same old story / monotone
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sometime i imagine Spongebob with ROUND pants
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read this: the black sheep in the family is there for a reason, to show the family that there is something wrong, with THEM
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mood: chartreuse
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If love is the answer, what is the question? I don't care about the question, we have an answer!!!
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sometimes my mind says ''p'haps you should stop reading for a while, give me a break'
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break in transmission.random thought roundup
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Mood: woodknot
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i liked what she had to say, but then she got too PUSHY
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she told me the hoodwinkers were everywhere, around every corner, don't go the alley way she said, stick to the main road where the light is
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the shadows, they follow us everywhere, our own shadows merges with theirs when they come near
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mood: spun dry tshirt
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if you desecrate the earth, she will turn her back on you, lets love our earth that gifts so much to us, asking nothing in return
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who hates waking before the alarm? ME
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peace out worblers,
~lily
@lilyofoz
@myarspoetica
Hello People of the World,
I've been twittering twitpoems for National Poetry Month.
140 character limit, tricky but we get there in the end
Here are the first 11; i will update every few days or so...
update: 27Apr09 (three to go) thanks for reading 
update: 1May09 (NaPoMo fin - a day late, what happens now? is that a fail?)
twitpoems
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last day of april / autumn musing / NaPoMo fun
29
sky of deep azure /waves dance their rhythm in & out/to & fro/creatures of the deep blue/surface/keeping their eye on you/ sky of deep azure
28
the apples dressed up, fairy and cat, we love wonderland
27
a basket of / green apples / one pink lady
26
nothing is permanent / even our worries / take it easy on yourself
25
the night she beckons my head / my mind a boat on a stormy sea / up-ended / i swim toward the cove
24
when the boxkite got stuck in the power lines / the whole neighbourhood came out / you released it / you were a box kite hero
23
when you see the end of the line / keep walking / a new road begins at the end of this one
22
don't walk with drifting mists / stay where you are / the fog will lift
21
damn the velvet glove / feels like home / cold when i peel it off / and scars revealed
20
give until it hurts / then give more / then give and give again / creates a bigger heart / make room for love
19
we fall into / the same old grooves / too naturally
18
she dances for me / a performance like when she was little / she's taking up ballet
17
when the rain / traps you in / listen to her song
16
i've had 4 hours sleep / am i in an episode of the twilight zone? / the tv is sulking in white noise land / and ima laying my head
15
moon is hiding / birds are nesting / neighbourhood dogs howl / someone yells shut up
14
sore legs / refreshed eyes / walk in the park
13
big bright pearl / above the mountain / peeking through the trees
12
my heart / is open / only to you
11
infinite chatter / the world is a big place / feel it coming in from all sides / take an aerial view
10
i like cats / don't like bats / koalas make me smile
9
it's all been said before / there's nothing new / under the sun
8
i remember you / taking my hand / walking to the Ferris wheel
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we write to give voice / to the silence we fear / prepare the way
6
raining / soul time / listening
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she liked evenings best / it covered her insecurities / a blanket of dreams
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we cannot justify what we have done / only feel guilt and shame / hang our heads and pray
3
far far from primal instincts / we throw another log on the fire / and can't get by without slippers
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every time i write a poem / i ditch it in the bin / tip it all out
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starshine / crickets chirping / trees in silhouette
~lily
@lilyofoz
twitter
Beyond rock piling deeds, I open my eyes, find myself in the city of sighs, exhaling the stars I had imprisoned, and I am spirited to reverie. I have strayed into the theatre of your touch; your kisses vibrate with encore. Cherry lips sublime, with sword of soul, you draw out my mute tongue! Bless the visionary map, the brave passage, traveling with the line of birds; regarding with wonder the entwine of ivy and honeysuckle. All over again, craving the ambrosia fashioned in the press of our fragrant blends. When we appear at the Well of Lightning, the unarranged harmonies shall claim us. Listen, listen to the sailor songs of the Milky Way, feel the caress of breezes, and like the Moon, know that I adore you.
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September 28th 2008 11:34
September 16th 2008 04:17
do we saturate our minds with information to the point where we don't notice that the things we need are slipping through the cracks and we slump about in boredom when there are so many things to do we just don't want to do the things that we need to do so we can stop our bitching and moaning and longing for happiness we choose to sit in these prisons to rot and we holler and scream about being in this god forsaken place we gave ourselves up to the jailer by not saying anything.....we gave over the key.....and asked for tv we kept it all inside and everyone goes wow when they hear our primal screaming when we couldn't take it no more and it bursts wild out from us like lava how often do I have to tell you that you cannot swing sway me into believing that you are so god-damned special and apart from the rest of us in this human race the world is on overload wearing crowns of shady wishes but we all each and everyone of us has to swallow that big fat shush everything will be ok pill to partake in the big lie when we soul know it isn't ok and for fucks sake stop moving around like you're on your own planet like you're not seeing people and trying to walk right through them you're walking smack into them and setting their houses off balance let us dine on the past no don't tell me anything new not even the truth my mind is a snake tonight and I cannot resolve myself to believing anything
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Comment by Lily
on Reclaiming; with a dash of twitter
Ars Poetica
Good to see you girl, sorry it's taken a few days to get back here, i've been slapped with a bit of bronchitis. So i'm typing this from the luxury of bed!
I hear you're having a baby WOW <smile> very late congrats from me. Now don't listen to a word anyone says, your experience will be unique because you, are you. had to laugh at what your mum said *gasp* lol poor you, how embarassment!!
I'll be watching out for the orble birth notices Tracy, my unasked for advice is: rest as much as you can before baby comes
warmth,
~lily