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PtL poetry ~ The River Link: 5/1/11 - 6/1/11

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RR Pondering through Life. Http:/ riversruminations.blogspot.com/. Minnesota, United States. As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry. View my complete profile. Prompt Poetry and Promotion page for The River. Plus the archive of my older poetry. Saturday, May 28, 2011. Is there a point one reaches. Being alone, night after night. Where isolation eats at itself. Locking the door behind. Pema Chodron is a.

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A. Palmer Poetry: (Skinny, Decaf) Tea With the Vicar

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 18 January 2011. Skinny, Decaf) Tea With the Vicar. January 2011, A. Palmer. 8220;Forgive me, Father,” she said, “for I have skimmed.”. The full-fat tea completely missed the sink. And puddled the top, swelled and over-brimmed,. Cascading down cupboards as if to chink. The reverend’s cool and tempt forth a splay. Of Eastertime zest with the putrid stink. Of God-awful tempers on Bad Friday,. 8220;Would you get an apple too?

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A. Palmer Poetry: Silver

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 14 June 2011. June 2011, A. Palmer. I studied you, silent sage,-. Out of the corner of an eye,. As I perched on that day’s flower. Like only an eight-year-old can,. Whilst a hill of crumpled drawings. Overshot the lines in sprouted. Like a stem in fast-forward nearby. I observed impressed how your brow. Rooted and raked for the solution,. The lines like spades, digging. And tossing the problems. Occasionally, your pen.

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A. Palmer Poetry: Time Killing (an Octain)

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Monday, 16 May 2011. Time Killing (an Octain). May 2011, A. Palmer. Upon the shelf, you sit and live-. We're taught your hands make presents past. And left to feel we're caught, outcast,. Despite our belts in seats you give. To all those born to ride your scorn,. As we are dropped like sand through sieve. By those damn hands. No thing does last-. Upon the shelf, we sit and live. Octain , a form of poetry devised by. Can be found here.

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A. Palmer Poetry: Tracey Emin's Girl

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Friday, 13 May 2011. May 2011, A. Palmer. Tracey Emin, Artist (1963- ). There were old bracelets made. From dark wooden beads. That came as a set of two,. And you divorced them to give one to me,. Only I didn’t like it against my paler skin. So when the elastic began to retire. Around my thicker wrist,. I was glad to use it as an excuse to house it. In the glovebox of my car instead. One day, on my way to work,. 8221; due to slumber,.

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A. Palmer Poetry: Vienna

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Sunday, 15 May 2011. May 2011, A. Palmer. Off clothes endlessly,. To running back towards one another. On a rainy night in November,. To the corners of every. Baroque offset of Vienna,. We smiled, didn’t we? Children, really, when we started:. Kisses like a newborn deer, stumbling. Onto the next stage we’d read about. We never made it to Vienna. Now you live parallel,. In more ways than two, and. I’m stuck on you. So whilst my heart.

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A. Palmer Poetry: Matter, Anti-Matter and What Matters

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 3 May 2011. Matter, Anti-Matter and What Matters. Tuesday 3rd May 2011, A. Palmer. Quick, there's that star that looks like our rotten egg-blue again. The cloud in front has returned to his seat,. And we've been given a good view again. I didn't see you'd left your eyes at your feet. Which is why I didn't know you'd stood in the quicksand-. I'd gone first up the ladder and assumed that you'd followed. Why were you dribbling?

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drying roses in the elegiac dying rain | saintedmad

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The poems of knees, the photos of dreams. Drying roses in the elegiac dying rain. We knew the self would appear. At the edges, in words one at a time. Like a long winter on the shore of the world. . It blurs at first, from fear and tearing,. But the depth casts outwards only those who will wake. For a single ripple, a vision made of touch and torch. Where the heat rises off a morning’s lake;. Visages from warm memories kissing. When the clouds darken it is when they are ready. Pluck me for your altar;.

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A. Palmer Poetry: Platforms and Planks

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Tuesday, 4 January 2011. January 2011, A. Palmer. I’m on the edge here. Looking over releases that rush,. Where the buzz of my own mortality. Tickles my demons, their tongues. Licking viciously around the word. In that second,. We expect everything to become clear,. To see true desire arrive at the eleventh hour. And save the day like some anti-hero. But it doesn’t. It just evaporates into a hot back,. Don’t do it. 9 January 2011 at...

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A. Palmer Poetry: The Dispute, Donnybrook, Dustup

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Poems, or poetry. From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Palmer. A. Palmer Poetry. Monday, 16 May 2011. The Dispute, Donnybrook, Dustup. May 2011, A. Palmer. That was just the first. Of many slurs slung my way. Like lexical dinner plates. 8220;Parsimonious” struck the door frame. 8220;Clandestine” knocked her grandmother’s. St Albans mug from its shelf. 8220;Laconic” caught my elbow. Fury always brought her most impressive. Vocabularic cannons out, almost as if. Part of her battle strategy. Saw her first swallowing.