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Author Name: Freebluefish 2 Comments
Date Added: November 29, 2004 15:11:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Dancing Monkey Of Happenstance
My odd heart
rolls secret music
in invisible sheets of paper
like a organ grinder
on an impossible street.
How the monkey of my body
and catches coins flipped
from eyeless hands.
Why it is just me and
my little fez hat--
shivering in the wind.
Why can i not grow wings
to escape the blind organ grinder
and fly
and find my kind.

It is my dream that one day
i shall follow a strange women
from a sparrow eye view.
As she walks across a verdant
fields of subconscious unprovable words.
Corn pods of trueth
waiting for the harvest
Dragonflies of unpronounceable
possibilities flutter in the shadow
of a eventful horizon
as comets coast.

What hope does a monkey
with wings have
when its lost its shoes
bounds of logic well tied
in suggestions and knots of experience.
For the village women
no longer look into the sky
as my curious wings pass
how can one follow a mystery
that cannot see you?

The fat fingers of stoic oppression
turns upon the gleaming wheel
as the organ grinder smiles
a cold surprise of a grin
So i remain tap dancing as the pennies rain
it is the only thing that calms
me and gives me solace
(factory of dancing steps)
is the copper profile
of a dead bearded president...
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Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 30, 2004 01:46:14 PM Report
Hope and the oppression of it are described within this poem. There is futility felt as I read through if your continuance and dreams are unattainable and you are stuck in time, habitually and repeatedly dancing for coins...while always unfulfilled.
"is the copper profile
of a dead bearded president"...a great description of pennies.

Mysterious left me feeling melancholy. Fine work!

~Barbara~ *wondering if she is even close to understanding this poem*
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 29, 2004 03:45:04 PM Report
THIS PART OF THE POEM>>>It is my dream that one day
i shall follow a strange women
from a sparrow eye view.
As she walks across a verdant
fields of subconscious unprovable words<< YOU WILL FIND HER OR SHE


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