echoes_s
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Here is the reason. Look at these poems and the authors please, in the order of when they were listed in a thread or posted first and you tell me what I have done... 
all of a sudden passion suddenly...
quote: not bad, not too many stolen words in this one
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by Liar
As if wine,
crisp when you wore that smile,
would dull the spendor.
Tender tendrils,
half past one and counting
every second you were more
than breath and arms away,
rolled from my mind,
to catch you,
you knew how,
caress you blind,
and make you mine.
As if wine,
I drank the sight.
As if time,
stretching out before us
could evade the clash
of you and I,
a gorgeous crash
of sweat, song,
scream and sigh.
As if time
could pass us by,
a faint hope cast aside,
we filled the night.
As if gold,
could never shine that bright,
I traced a finger,
lingered on a starlit patch,
the destination
of a milky way glow,
six hundred lightyears old,
and realised...
...a sun gave up her life
for me to revel in your skin
and see that sight,
the almost hidden jolts
of tranquil heartbeats
deep within.
As if gold,
I bathed in you.
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echoes_s wrote:
For every swirl and splash
upon your tongue
every burst of taste
upon each tiny bud
that I could touch you
the warmth of your look
blushing me
one way or another
your eyes electric
catching me on fire
and I glow
wanting to reach you
without taking a breath
to join two into one
lightening meshing
cast from the clouds
striking fierce
cracking, splitting
exploding shrapnel
and splinters of wood
catching seared
charred instantly
from the heat
of our bodies colliding
yet so soft
almost as whipped through air
that feeling
of not touching a thing
and nothing, you
just lightness
and the wind
flowing through
and around
touching every pore
and nerve ending
gasping awakening
and if that is gold
then all is gold
even the smile
I first see forming in your eyes now
and the tug of one muscle
so deep
twitching your lip
another breath of air
and you want to lick it
to feel more...
just a little
and I would tempt more...
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quote: a few more stolen words in this
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Originally posted by Angeline
Funk groove
improve my kinesiology
move bone deep hip
to hip slip shift switch
in and out of time mind
my p's my cues slide right
into the twang of blues
that basic instinctual beat
that rhythm uses spark
to turn a flicker into flame
and blow a saxy fuse
all tenor toney hollow sweet
to cruise me to completion
cut my rug dance my feet
these dogs still learn
how to wag a few tailfeathers
melted off the ice twice neat
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echoes_s wrote:
oh yeah
he fused his sax
into tail feathers of peacocks
fluffed then swooned
i relaxed
as he crooned
and blues blazed
as hues of crystallized rain
draped honeyed hives
sticky ooze
sweet autocruise
baby blow your breath
into blowing my mind
as dogs bayed
by the bayou in everglades
twanging swampy breeze
tinged release
croon baby croon
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
quote: this one is awful and unforgivable, but Seattle forgave me when I realized and pointed it out to her, which I didn't deserve
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by SeattleRain
goldilocks
jumpin on beds
breaking chairs
never finding the right
fit
fit into sleep
squeeze into
stretch down
in a room everyone has
black shoes
some shine some buff
not mine
something like nothing on toe
try again
with the new sofa delivery
singing rat animatronic cardboard pizza
playdate and metabolife
all watch and wonder why
my breast still belongs to a 12 month old
my breast belongs to no one
with no one
drown in a sea of poets
with bubbles that sink
steel that floats over waves
and hovering in between
the current
dressed in parka
dodging anchor and
what is the goddamn name for that thing
you use to shoot
animals
in
the
ocean
still
grind me down
whetstone and metal
cut in two
the shape will never hold
I seem to melt the mold
wishing I actually
existed
somewhere
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
echoes_s wrote:
We all exist somewhere
sometimes harpooned
in a rut neverending
sinking bubbles blown slowly
as we rise
only a reason to hang on
to our last bit of breath
until we reach the surface again
gasping afresh
thanking anything around
that steel floats
because it is there for us
and who wants to buff shoes
and spit polished hues
like everyone else
to be ground into a mold
digging like moles
melded metal is the same
poured into cast
and shaped like society
is supposed to be
but what is society
in this sea frame
of floating anchors
and broken poets
who spit words like polish
shining brighter
than any black patent leathered shoes?
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and the last I just figured out, and wonder how many more I have done injustice to, stole words...
first posted 04/21/2004 in the one tit bar and grill post by The Fool...
It could have been any bar I’d walked in
It was hers
The sultry sounds of a torch singer
pressed hip to a piano
playing slow burn blues
long into the night
Dark eyes
red lips
Long slender arms
Curves well defined
by an evening dress
Her voice captivating
song sung slow
song sung low
captivating
telling us all about the love
she’d lost
she’d left
Her hips swayed to the beat
I set glued to the seat
as our eyes met
and once again I felt lost
in the lust
of a slow burn sullen summer night
so long ago
She bent down to pick up a rose
I’d thrown at her feet
Held breathless by that unconscious pose
Of one bare nipple on display
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
on all of a sudden passion suddenly...
echoes_s wrote:
inspired by The Fool on the One Tit Bar and Grill post...thanks
Have you ever tasted a rose?
Have you ever tasted
a rose petal
run its satiny tips
across your lips
purring from scent
velvet whisper
and felt the nip
of it's thorns
red slight rip
from first layer
of skin
leaving a blossomed welt
begging a kiss
a burned lick
heated sip
of your breath
swaying more?
That alone is enough
to cause sultry
voice to lower
one more octave
one more note
breathless captivate
as she traces her curves
with this rose
and braces hip
against the piano once more
blazing blue
song sung low
sullen pose
staring at you
daring mellowed
return of your eyes
a glance
undenied
bold declare
captured snare
the first move...
see a pattern unfolding here? I do and I am very ashamed of this
I am sorry everyone, all who I have done wrong to and all who I have fooled, I even fooled myself for a while. It just took a look at The Fool's "Torched Singer's" poem to open my eyes to what I have been doing. A form of plagurism in black and white.
My poems will be deleted and I will not be back, nor participate in any other on line forum.
A valuable lesson has been learned, but too late.
All my best please.
all of a sudden passion suddenly...
quote: not bad, not too many stolen words in this one
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by Liar
As if wine,
crisp when you wore that smile,
would dull the spendor.
Tender tendrils,
half past one and counting
every second you were more
than breath and arms away,
rolled from my mind,
to catch you,
you knew how,
caress you blind,
and make you mine.
As if wine,
I drank the sight.
As if time,
stretching out before us
could evade the clash
of you and I,
a gorgeous crash
of sweat, song,
scream and sigh.
As if time
could pass us by,
a faint hope cast aside,
we filled the night.
As if gold,
could never shine that bright,
I traced a finger,
lingered on a starlit patch,
the destination
of a milky way glow,
six hundred lightyears old,
and realised...
...a sun gave up her life
for me to revel in your skin
and see that sight,
the almost hidden jolts
of tranquil heartbeats
deep within.
As if gold,
I bathed in you.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
echoes_s wrote:
For every swirl and splash
upon your tongue
every burst of taste
upon each tiny bud
that I could touch you
the warmth of your look
blushing me
one way or another
your eyes electric
catching me on fire
and I glow
wanting to reach you
without taking a breath
to join two into one
lightening meshing
cast from the clouds
striking fierce
cracking, splitting
exploding shrapnel
and splinters of wood
catching seared
charred instantly
from the heat
of our bodies colliding
yet so soft
almost as whipped through air
that feeling
of not touching a thing
and nothing, you
just lightness
and the wind
flowing through
and around
touching every pore
and nerve ending
gasping awakening
and if that is gold
then all is gold
even the smile
I first see forming in your eyes now
and the tug of one muscle
so deep
twitching your lip
another breath of air
and you want to lick it
to feel more...
just a little
and I would tempt more...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
quote: a few more stolen words in this
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by Angeline
Funk groove
improve my kinesiology
move bone deep hip
to hip slip shift switch
in and out of time mind
my p's my cues slide right
into the twang of blues
that basic instinctual beat
that rhythm uses spark
to turn a flicker into flame
and blow a saxy fuse
all tenor toney hollow sweet
to cruise me to completion
cut my rug dance my feet
these dogs still learn
how to wag a few tailfeathers
melted off the ice twice neat
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
echoes_s wrote:
oh yeah
he fused his sax
into tail feathers of peacocks
fluffed then swooned
i relaxed
as he crooned
and blues blazed
as hues of crystallized rain
draped honeyed hives
sticky ooze
sweet autocruise
baby blow your breath
into blowing my mind
as dogs bayed
by the bayou in everglades
twanging swampy breeze
tinged release
croon baby croon
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
quote: this one is awful and unforgivable, but Seattle forgave me when I realized and pointed it out to her, which I didn't deserve
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Originally posted by SeattleRain
goldilocks
jumpin on beds
breaking chairs
never finding the right
fit
fit into sleep
squeeze into
stretch down
in a room everyone has
black shoes
some shine some buff
not mine
something like nothing on toe
try again
with the new sofa delivery
singing rat animatronic cardboard pizza
playdate and metabolife
all watch and wonder why
my breast still belongs to a 12 month old
my breast belongs to no one
with no one
drown in a sea of poets
with bubbles that sink
steel that floats over waves
and hovering in between
the current
dressed in parka
dodging anchor and
what is the goddamn name for that thing
you use to shoot
animals
in
the
ocean
still
grind me down
whetstone and metal
cut in two
the shape will never hold
I seem to melt the mold
wishing I actually
existed
somewhere
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
echoes_s wrote:
We all exist somewhere
sometimes harpooned
in a rut neverending
sinking bubbles blown slowly
as we rise
only a reason to hang on
to our last bit of breath
until we reach the surface again
gasping afresh
thanking anything around
that steel floats
because it is there for us
and who wants to buff shoes
and spit polished hues
like everyone else
to be ground into a mold
digging like moles
melded metal is the same
poured into cast
and shaped like society
is supposed to be
but what is society
in this sea frame
of floating anchors
and broken poets
who spit words like polish
shining brighter
than any black patent leathered shoes?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
and the last I just figured out, and wonder how many more I have done injustice to, stole words...
first posted 04/21/2004 in the one tit bar and grill post by The Fool...
It could have been any bar I’d walked in
It was hers
The sultry sounds of a torch singer
pressed hip to a piano
playing slow burn blues
long into the night
Dark eyes
red lips
Long slender arms
Curves well defined
by an evening dress
Her voice captivating
song sung slow
song sung low
captivating
telling us all about the love
she’d lost
she’d left
Her hips swayed to the beat
I set glued to the seat
as our eyes met
and once again I felt lost
in the lust
of a slow burn sullen summer night
so long ago
She bent down to pick up a rose
I’d thrown at her feet
Held breathless by that unconscious pose
Of one bare nipple on display
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
on all of a sudden passion suddenly...
echoes_s wrote:
inspired by The Fool on the One Tit Bar and Grill post...thanks
Have you ever tasted a rose?
Have you ever tasted
a rose petal
run its satiny tips
across your lips
purring from scent
velvet whisper
and felt the nip
of it's thorns
red slight rip
from first layer
of skin
leaving a blossomed welt
begging a kiss
a burned lick
heated sip
of your breath
swaying more?
That alone is enough
to cause sultry
voice to lower
one more octave
one more note
breathless captivate
as she traces her curves
with this rose
and braces hip
against the piano once more
blazing blue
song sung low
sullen pose
staring at you
daring mellowed
return of your eyes
a glance
undenied
bold declare
captured snare
the first move...
see a pattern unfolding here? I do and I am very ashamed of this
I am sorry everyone, all who I have done wrong to and all who I have fooled, I even fooled myself for a while. It just took a look at The Fool's "Torched Singer's" poem to open my eyes to what I have been doing. A form of plagurism in black and white.
My poems will be deleted and I will not be back, nor participate in any other on line forum.
A valuable lesson has been learned, but too late.
All my best please.
