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Avast and be warned. The great and powerful Kismit has requested a creative outlet for the Moe. But Moe is not allowed to jest on this outlet. This will be a challenge. But it can be done . For Moe is mighty and wholesome. But he must sit on the sidelines for this one and let Kevin take the wheels. In exchange, Kismit shall teach Moe much jazzy trivia, so that he will grow wise.

all poetry written by Moe Eubleck on this forum : © 2004 Kevin Baker

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"ammit"

the shady window frame hides our intentions

but from within we are watching her,

tending her plowed earth with a three pronged dagger

self proclaimed druidess

goddess of the till

Pomona , Lady orchard.

divinely hands upon her lovely hips.

tossing hair on golden sunlight

such cruelty painted on her face

but realization strikes down divination

for when the rains fall and the make up runs,

her sports utility vehicle speeds away.

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We think these are pretty swell, Moe. I'll critique when you've posted more.

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Moe is is indeed mighty and wholesome, but Kevin is pretty groovy. grin2.gif

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here is a copy of the poem I posted ages ago. This is what first betrayed my inner seriousness to Kismit. I did not like this one. it tells of desperation.

"venus "

She spreads like dark wine though my viens

she is organized despair,

swallowing my doubts in a drop of blood

but lets get aquainted first my love

breath me your name

I want to taste it when you speak.

In the silence before our little death

will you pin me on the cold tiles?

lift my head by the roots ,

your name is warmth in my ear.

breathe it once again.

now dig your talons into me,

so we may die together through clenched teeth.

it has been so long, my love.

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Thank-you Moe ,

I shall attempt to keep up my side of the bargain , I have quite a resource though ..

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Payment for moetry poetry .....(part 1)

Great Britain's King John (11199_1216) had a servant whose official job it was to hold the King's head if he became sea sick .....

Edit : It's good , I still like the other one more though wink2.gif ... more please .

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" minerva "

laundry day.

a fallen secret from side hollow found

shall we interrogate such illumination ?

unresistable propaganda

tiptoe-stairway

creaky-hindged-entry

upon cold morning bedsheets do we confront our mistress

Cardea, Lady Protectress

devourer of souls

swallower of pink innocence lost

in the silence before the song began,

the air was golden, shimmering.

but the song was deception

golden, shimmering

my minerva

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very sad Moe .

It is interesting to note that Minerva was also the first name of Proffesor Mcgonogal a much loved character of the Harry potter series .

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dont sleep with my fishes

this is my lee shore

its been dangerous too long

rudderless heart of mine

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Wow moe, I never thought that you could write as serious and thoughtful as sum of these. Exspeccially Venus. Nice.

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great poems, Moe.

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" murmur "

intermittently amorous murmurs ,

ease our recent fragmentation.

but roofless , preacarious,

intoxication has easy access

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"alibi"

morning coffee knocks off the lid of my weariness

this new frame of mind shows pastel pinups abroad

but do we know any better ?

years of dusty still life with beer mug and fruit

we are conditioned in a frozen semblance of surrender

an oil painting

we brush over her atroicity

hide them under new color on canvas.

a new skin to mask the old aberration of forgiveness

oh, devine.

perhaps this is why the little frenchman wears his hand in a sling.

love me or hate me

but spare me your indifference

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I agree with snuffs. This one really struck a chord.

love me or hate me

but spare me your indifference

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we thank you for your kind words.

Accoustic Voice...... yes we will work on this . stay posted.

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Yay!! original.gif

Did you know: a man by the name of Joseph Campbell once said, "The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are."

I had no idea Napolean painted .

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"acoustic voice"

confessional booth silhouettes ,

trace the chalk outline of her sin

acoustic hail mary incantations

her best defense

outside the choir chants,

descending blanket of the acoustic convict.

pit and pendulum.

this life a prison.

a murder of crows to search after the flood

acoustic providence in the hands of saintly hallow

condemned to thirst

my goddess Morrigan

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awesome poems

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