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You remind me of a clothing store.
That never doesn't have a 70% off sale.
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I have spent a long time,
Trying to find my mind,
And I have devoted a lot of my mind to the tracking and counting of time,
Some find, and I suppose; find well, that time is nothing and nowhere,
But somewhere in the ticking mind, mine, I...
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The land is changing, the soil and snow,
The ground is stretched and thin,
Like the dried skin,
Of a dusty salted carcass
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We started fighting, hell for leather, fisticuffs a'hurling
No smart lad sighting welled up weather, misty puffs so swirling
The boat capsized, one shocked chap died, through chill no strength to wait
For goating guys preoccupied, until, at...
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Coralline, I was sure that when I returned home,
It was you that Id seen, huddled and unclean and hunched in the alley,
Some smelly retreat, the muttering beat of your heart that palpitated and wheezed,
Some scene, seeing you there, windswept...
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Music from a Jade Flute
The Ci Poems of Li Qingzhao
Clifford Pannam 2009
A beautiful and useful new edition of Li Qing zhao's CI genre poems.
Li Qing Zhao or Ching chao is the most famous Woman CI poet of the Song and probably every...
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The dilemma with loving so complete!
You run the chance of succumbing,
to a never ending pain,
a solemn promise to stop hurting,
never seemed so vain.
Original prose by
Alexander Teligioridis
Written November 2009
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Mixed messages,
Calculated deficits,
As in you were deliberately not being whole.
You had calculated my persona,
Known that somewhere within me
What I needed was to fix,
And you adjusted, made a fake hole, for me to fill and you to...
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She walked in and;
I woke up.
Your eyes are like a whip crack
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War Gods
God and war;
which one came before?
Does one necessarily,
begat the other?
Can one have war,
without a God?
Can one have a God,
without war?
Seems to be neither,
sits so easily alone,
so one must always,
have the...
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I must explain about some time when there occurred a row
In trust vexed pain through loutish crime could scarce be stirred up now
That risky, raving sinful day is not to be forgotten
For misbehaving in that way each clot still feels rotten
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The following Ode is for a man that I greatly admired.
Ian Cookesley was an enormous source of support and encouragement for many students at NIDA and he continued that support throughout his long professional career, particularly at The Melbourne...
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The sun throws itself out to everyone each day.
It is giving something.
It is not asking for something.
Some people like the sun.
Some people love the sun.
Some people are indifferent to the sun.
Some people dont like the sun so much.
The...
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My friend who dresses like a tangerine,
Got stung behind the knee by a bee,
She screamed and stamped her feet,
Get the antihistamines, is what she what she means,
So I did.
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idiot quips
genius errs
sure foot slips
crystal blurs
coward fights
hero leaves
wet match lights
sociopath grieves
But for all of these and the others
We my dear, shall never again, be lovers.
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So can your wait turn on me?
Or can your wait, our wait become?
The subtle and the tiny glee,
Of the pining and the waiting one, alone,
I do much rather the lost and wondering
The pacing, the looking at the phone
The nervous stammer, the...
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I'm a mystery.
Did you miss me?
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I am sick of being tired,
Wired and sore.
Sick of waking up in different places, with an aching back,
Sick of my throat feeling like I have smoked too many cigarettes, because I have.
Sick of paying off one travelling trip and saving for...
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The mundane and those who sound the same,
Even the mundane who sound different from the rest,
But the same as their 10 day ago selves,
Ive felt at times that alone is the way to go.
Not forever though,
The time will come...
...When...
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My friend dresses like fruit,
She always looks wonderful and her smile and her words are wonderful too,
Its just that she always dresses like fruit.
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