tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59023619525244665512024-02-08T11:13:29.324-08:00Journal One TwentyA POETRY JOURNAL -- SEND SHORT POEMS PLEASEOpheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-42669048300765178282011-05-05T10:02:00.000-07:002011-05-05T10:07:35.656-07:00butterfly loveI will <br />
light into your heart<br />
and swallow the<br />
secret pain that <em>was</em><br />
forever in your soul,<br />
hidden behind<br />
eyes that feign toughness<br />
yet hold vulnerability<br />
a little warm death<br />
always on the ledge<br />
of discovery.<br />
<br />
I become a lake<br />
for you to swim in,<br />
A sky for you to write upon,<br />
as a blank journal page,<br />
the emotions caught in<br />
Your throat, now liberated<br />
become found <em>joy.</em><br />
<br />
Accept the silken feel<br />
of my compassion,<br />
sweet-kisses-dusting<br />
all your pain away.<br />
<br />
<br />
<em><strong>O.</strong></em>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-64428827132539340672011-04-25T09:22:00.000-07:002011-04-26T08:48:34.849-07:00lucid misunderstandingif only the tulips could speak<br />
and tell us the secrets of their sweet nectar.<br />
<br />
she was aware of his eyes,<br />
his married, married eyes too brown not<br />
to be true, <br />
his true, brown eyes slipped into he aura,<br />
his voice touched her heaven.<br />
<br />
a card fell to the ground<br />
<br />
<em>dissolving us</em><br />
<br />
she plucked up the moist white petal<br />
and read the words printed on the card:<br />
lucid misunderstanding.________________<br />
<br />
the words awakened her mind,<br />
he glanced at her and his pupils grew large<br />
<br />
she ran, <em>almost</em><br />
and the tulips brushed against her neck<br />
and shoulders, and spirit<br />
<br />
<em>whispering.</em><br />
<br />
when she finally entered her bus for home<br />
her scent was sweet and addictive<br />
her voice gentler than the breeze of<br />
this new melancholy spring,<br />
with so much to offer.<br />
<br />
<strong><em>O.</em></strong>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-22607130261532226392011-04-17T11:42:00.000-07:002011-04-17T11:56:34.209-07:00POETRY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<br />
<strong><u>FIONA ROBYN</u></strong><br />
<br />
<br />
<em>Yoga Class</em><br />
<br />
<em> </em>on every forehead, a warm smear of lavender oil.<br />
<br />
<em>Gratitude Meditation</em><br />
<br />
vivid image arises, kissing everyone's feet.<br />
<br />
<em>Shrine Room AM</em><br />
<br />
strips of light, silhouette of trees, everything shimmers.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.asmallstone.com/">http://www.asmallstone.com/</a><br />
<br />
<a href="mailto:fiona8107@btinternet.com.">fiona8107@btinternet.com.</a><br />
<br />
.......Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-28591995734245345462011-04-17T11:27:00.000-07:002011-04-17T12:02:24.615-07:00POETRY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<br />
<u><strong>WANDA PHIPPS</strong></u><br />
<br />
<br />
<u><em>Morning Poem #1</em></u><br />
<br />
Floating grey web pages<br />
step into a crowded vacuum<br />
Clouds sweating<br />
<br />
There's a gauzy scrim<br />
in front of my eyes<br />
Between me and<br />
the rest of the world.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.mindhoney.com/">http://www.mindhoney.com/</a><br />
<br />
Ms<em>.</em> Phipps book <u><em>- Field of Wanting, Poems of Desire</em></u>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-88094832383208094662011-04-16T16:45:00.000-07:002011-04-17T11:57:46.331-07:00POETRY -<div class="separator" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div> <strong><u>CHRISTINE BRUNESS </u></strong><br />
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<u><em><strong>Her Blank Canvas</strong></em></u><br />
<br />
Her blank canvas<br />
11" x 14"<br />
Boxed -<br />
Patiently rests<br />
In its package<br />
With a quiet power<br />
Knowing<br />
It will become<br />
The artist's<br />
New lover -<br />
Graciously feted<br />
With an unwavering devotion<br />
Massaged with brushes<br />
Energized with cobalt blue<br />
Generously fed<br />
Olive and leafy greens,<br />
Banana yellow and caviar black<br />
Soothed with a turquoise bath<br />
Forever sealed with<br />
Crimson kisses...<br />
All to tenderly inspire<br />
A hurting world<br />
To heal.<br />
<br />
From Alley Cat, available at <a href="http://www.bohemiaangel.etsy.com/">http://www.bohemiaangel.etsy.com/</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong><em><u>"Until"</u></em></strong><br />
<br />
Women are great masters<br />
At starving themselves<br />
They are fine artists<br />
In this deadly art<br />
Keeping the pain...<br />
What would happen,<br />
Then,<br />
If each one<br />
Gave in<br />
To satisfy<br />
Her starving stomach<br />
Or<br />
If they joined<br />
In solidarity<br />
And collectively<br />
Fed their hunger<br />
Once and for all<br />
Until<br />
They were not<br />
Hungry any more?<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">From <em>Alley</em> <em>Cat, </em>available at <a href="http://www.bohemianagel.etsy.com/">http://www.bohemianagel.etsy.com/</a></div>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-11391142182704557272011-04-12T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-12T19:07:46.571-07:00any lovetender leaf<br />
clings hysterically<br />
to warm car door<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<em>O.</em>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-53439262787464325282011-04-01T12:17:00.000-07:002011-04-01T12:23:17.101-07:00signsI love your<br />
push put<br />
coming through<br />
my mauve enough place<br />
<br />
my core forms<br />
to a heart<br />
inappellable<br />
bathed in your<br />
sugar treasure's sweetness<br />
<br />
nightquiet<br />
love fragrant<br />
jasmine overflowing<br />
<br />
We drift upon<br />
a dawning daffodil<br />
to full bloom by a<br />
<br />
black butterfly<br />
at peace on<br />
lighted diamonds<br />
dancing in holiness of faith<br />
<br />
oh! nymphs and myths<br />
all over the place<br />
<br />
<strong><em>O</em></strong>.Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-66456868890731262012011-03-29T14:49:00.000-07:002011-03-29T15:01:06.797-07:00Aurora yellow silhouette<br />
on tree limb<br />
moist anticipationOpheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-32268583427778057312011-03-26T12:01:00.000-07:002011-03-26T19:30:21.843-07:00Inside My Friend's chinese take-out place a tall man stood in the corner<br />
clipply reciting his thesis on the perfect breasts of a past lover<br />
and the slow-blinking eyes of a favorite cow on his grandparent's<br />
farm. His nose was hawkish and agressive and mesmerizing to me.<br />
<br />
Kim, my friend from college, who works there grabbed a bag of<br />
noodles to throw at him, "Iko, no, I said and Why?". She fell in<br />
front of the doors and her necklace unspun. She sat there on the<br />
dirty floor surrounded by a pool of garnet beads; surprised and<br />
obviously humilated.<br />
<br />
Some little kids walked in and as kids do, they simply stepped<br />
over her. A little girl walked up to the man and gave him a yellow<br />
envelope then said Happy Birthday in a shy way.<br />
<br />
He smiled. I could tell his smile makes him dangerous to women,<br />
or slow-blinking cows who don't know how not to be transparent.<br />
<br />
<br />
O.Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-61377773864255050312011-03-22T22:45:00.000-07:002011-03-23T21:39:24.999-07:00soft 'kuthe linen whispers<br />
of past<br />
lovers<br />
she is bathed in memoriesOpheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-10998836110365789572011-03-21T11:57:00.000-07:002011-03-22T21:08:39.053-07:00LIST* text <em>Winsome</em> - yoga tonight<br />
* wash white cami and white sarong<br />
* read one chapter in feng shui book - put chimes on door.<br />
* call brother about t.v. program at 10:00pm<br />
* make two salads before leaving for yoga<br />
* create a necklace for <em>Ruth, </em>must have black beads.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<em>O</em>.Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902361952524466551.post-63334422679796456692011-03-19T07:47:00.000-07:002011-03-21T12:04:53.146-07:00Ghostshe wouldn't leave the house<br />
bequeathed to childhood horrors<br />
gossamer strands of her hair<br />
flayed out<br />
touching walls<br />
brushing dirty daydreams clean<br />
memory was a quiet blur<br />
beatrice lived in the attic<br />
of her mind<br />
making music out of silence<br />
<br />
my neck hurts, was beatrice's daily prayer<br />
mother made a sound deep within her throat<br />
and then, "I know, dear"<br />
papa sighed.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong><em>O</em>.</strong>Opheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05661298098164879058noreply@blogger.com3