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by Cagesong
Sun Mar 10, 2002 5:21 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
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Cagesong

<a name="#eleven"> Old Poem, Sorry </a> The wind is really roaring, nothing to my soul, which is angry, wanting food and purpose. Having trouble visualizing place. Having my visions unprotected, vulnerable again, unanswered. un. under terribley unpredictable weather. I am in Northampton, Vegetarian ...
by Cagesong
Sun Mar 10, 2002 4:22 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Pursuit

<a name="#ten"> Pursuit </a> Not really sure how I feel posting this.... At times I feel like pursuing, something, like just to fit in or something. It’s very strange. Like soul or whatever. Like to pretend I’m not content already, I pursue contentedness. But really, I can’t help feeling alright alr...
by Cagesong
Thu Mar 07, 2002 4:34 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Cognitive Disonance

<a name="#nine"> Cognitive Disonance </a> Nothing much really. I’m sitting in front of my computer screen, busy day of volunteer work, still capitivated, reshearching love in books, on the internet. Varied results, I need a portfolio. I’m really begining to love poetry, think about it in every actio...
by Cagesong
Wed Mar 06, 2002 7:03 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Vanishing

<a name="#eight"> Vanishing </a> In pleasure’s crescent waves there is nothing but childhood, drenched beyond the sea pouring drinks with the clean cool wind sledding on neighboring hills as if someone pulls down a shade. she will search forever in the bottom of a tired sunbeam gesturing to a fuzzy ...
by Cagesong
Wed Mar 06, 2002 2:10 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Where I've Been

<a name="#seven"> Where I’ve been </a> Starving to write thru windows, parents imagine mountains who won’t imagine me. Woe is me on a New Haven train 1999-2000-2002 Woe is me under ash mountains, alone meditating on nastolgic Rosie. This is really very silly. Poetry and all. Oh please show me love, ...
by Cagesong
Wed Mar 06, 2002 12:18 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Night

<a name="#six"> Night </a> I can no longer live like this. Nightime falls, frostbitten forcasts, idle, dwindling in my mind. I am up to something, not going to tell you what until you see results. I sit, legs outstreched planets and stars, outside, cold, amidst dark blue, been wet for sometime now r...
by Cagesong
Tue Mar 05, 2002 8:58 am
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

On Poetry

<a name="#five"> On Poetry </a> Another poem to pile on the corpses lying lame like junkyard junk. Another poem to thumb into town, sunglasses sparkling, Wally ex-Merry Pranskter smile. Another poem to hide in clouds,opague like the sighs of shy girls. Another poem to capture hearts, imperfect, lyri...
by Cagesong
Mon Mar 04, 2002 9:25 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

kiss

<a name="#four"> kiss </a> I insert a tea bag, let it sink in the sun has just set, darkness arrives some like it, I am neutral, it is beautiful outside my window, more attractive tonight than before. It needn’t be captured by photographs, it needn’t be immortalized, it changes. I don’t need more me...
by Cagesong
Mon Mar 04, 2002 3:10 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Immediate Poem (Pretense and Politics)

<a name="#three"> Immediate Poem (Pretense and Politics) </a> Mirrors are human they don't stop staring everyone at camp is great I'm getting alone fine refreshing religous fears in the levels of my mind nothing much else with a body to sell as well as the mysterious females as there are in the firs...
by Cagesong
Mon Mar 04, 2002 2:47 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Reality of Morning in Springfield Vermont

<a name="#two"> Reality of Morning in Springfield Vermont </a> The accurate sky, haze houses camped, strategically under morning’s entrapment. Chinese fortune, and Morning star cafe, yellow abandoned, quiet. I am Reading Annie Dillard, Oh! the comfort of a hardcover book, weighing down my fingers in...
by Cagesong
Fri Mar 01, 2002 3:04 pm
Forum: Members' Poetry Vaults
Topic: Cagesong
Replies: 13
Views: 8774

Cagesong

<center> Cagesong </center> <a name="top"> Table of Contents </a> <a href="#one"> Untitled </a> <a href="#two"> Reality of Morning in Springfield Vermont </a> <a href="#three"> Immediate Poem (Pretense and Politics) </a> <a href="#four"> kiss </a> <a href="#five"> On Poetry </a> <a href="#six"> Nigh...

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