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LOS ANGELES:
The land of scenes.
Stained with sun & seeded palmtrees.
The quest to be lean.
Where kings can be queens & queens can be kings.
Where mechanical air rules life & branded ware fules the night.
Tho' Quite the sights to be seen in gods expression stream.
#Poetry#Poets#Poetweets
@LAeditor @LAWeekly @LATimesbooks @LAWeeklyArts @magmapoetry @MySo_CalLife -
LOS ANGELES:
The land of scenes.
Stained with sun & seeded palmtrees.
The quest to be lean.
Where kings can be queens & queens can be kings.
Where mechanical air rules life & branded ware fules the night.
Tho' Quite the sights to be seen in gods expression stream.
#Poetry#Poets#Poetweets
@oestreichj @OVSMag @poets @poetry @poetweet @POETSorg @palehouse @PennSound @paulpoetry @poetshouse @poetrynews @patcohennyt @PoetrySociety @pplspoetryfest @PoetryVerve @PoetryFound @Poetry_Daily @poetrymagazine -
LOS ANGELES:
The land of scenes.
Stained with sun & seeded palmtrees.
The quest to be lean.
Where kings can be queens & queens can be kings.
Where mechanical air rules life & branded ware fules the night.
Tho' Quite the sights to be seen in gods expression stream.
#Poetry#Poets#Poetweets
@sarahw @shannoetry @susanorlean @ShashiTharoor @seattleweekly @StAnzaPoetry @ShelfAwareness @ronsilliman @RobertPinsky @robertleebrewer @Richard_Alarcon @mccarthyryanj @PeakePoetics -
LOS ANGELES:
The land of scenes.
Stained with sun & seeded palmtrees.
The quest to be lean.
Where kings can be queens & queens can be kings.
Where mechanical air rules life & branded ware fules the night.
Tho' Quite the sights to be seen in gods expression stream.
#Poetry#Poets#Poetweets
@zpincusroth @yalepress @writerrabe @WavePoetry @walrusmagazine @webbish6 @writepudding @Tin_House @TimClarePoet @timothygreen @thepoetrytrust @tommyyearginjr @thebookmaven @thebookslut @TearlessPoet @TheAmericanPoet @TheWarholMuseum -
Mammon Deep:
Fiend & wit.
Schemes & nips.
Baits to get bites by the lit few who move like the heavenly mist.
Oh the tricks thee play to slay to feed.
The need to appease.
Breathe with Breathe.
Shake my heavenly tree.
Stout with learn.
Delayed by yearn & thirst for luxury.
The ugly dream if claimed by maim
@ronsilliman @RobertPinsky @robertleebrewer @Richard_Alarcon @mccarthyryanj @PeakePoetics @qarrtsiluni @sarahw @shannoetry @susanorlean @ShashiTharoor @StAnzaPoetry @stevenbjohnson -
Mammon Deep:
Fiend & wit.
Schemes & nips.
Baits to get bites by the lit few who move like the heavenly mist.
Oh the tricks thee play to slay to feed.
The need to appease.
Breathe with Breathe.
Shake my heavenly tree.
Stout with learn.
Delayed by yearn & thirst for luxury.
The ugly dream if claimed by maim
@nybooks @nathmercy @nytimesarts @nyrbclassics @NickKristof @NewYorker @NYDNSheridan @NYpoet @PoetryInSpace @poetry_book @oestreichj @palehouse @poetry @poet -
Mammon Deep:
Fiend & wit.
Schemes & nips.
Baits to get bites by the lit few who move like the heavenly mist.
Oh the tricks thee play to slay to feed.
The need to appease.
Breathe with Breathe.
Shake my heavenly tree.
Stout with learn.
Delayed by yearn & thirst for luxury.
The ugly dream if claimed by maim.
@keithplocek @KarinaLongworth @IamKier @lrbshop @L_in_A @LAWeekly @luxlotus @lizohanesian @LATimesbooks @lindsaylohan @LJBookReview @LondonReview @LibraryJournal @mdseely @mitpress @mrgeepoet @maudnewton @maryfclark @magmapoetry @michaellista @MylesHendrik @MargaretAtwood @morenojohn -
Mammon Deep:
Fiend & wit.
Schemes & nips.
Baits to get bites by the lit few who move like the heavenly mist.
Oh the tricks thee play to slay to feed.
The need to appease.
Breathe with Breathe.
Shake my heavenly tree.
Stout with learn.
Delayed by yearn & thirst for luxury.
The ugly dream if claimed by maim. #poetry #poets #poetweet
@JacobNahin @jaredbkeller @januaryoneil @JaneFriedman @jesskristie @morenojohn @oestreichj @PunkPoet_jb @silvermanjacob @webbish6 -
Here's what happens when you die: You don't.
As far as I can tell your Ego-Body peels away and your Emotional Body just keeps on going. I still havent figured out the heaven and hell part, it may have something to do with how fucked up your Emotions get over the course of your life. - Geza -
Smoke till you missed the air.
Sip the fermented fruits once bloomed with green.
clothe your body in Cheetah.
Sweat with a man in lust.
Lay under the Tree of Shade.
Read with a friend with no urge to converse.
Bathe in the Springs of Innocents.
Feed the pigeon that flees.@michaellista -
Smoke till you missed the air.
Sip the fermented fruits once bloomed with green.
clothe your body in Cheetah.
Sweat with a man in lust.
Lay under the Tree of Shade.
Read with a friend with no urge to converse.
Bathe in the Springs of Innocents.
Feed the pigeon that flees. #Poetry #Poets #Poetweet
@avflox @anasays @artsbeat @AAKnopf @aja_monet @arjunbasu @AntDeRosa @AlicePoet @anonpoetry @anamariecox @BookSoup @busboysandpoets @ebeast63 @thebookmaven @jesskristie -
Smoke till you missed the air.
Sip the fermented fruits once bloomed with green.
clothe your body in Cheetah.
Read with a friend with no urge to converse.
Lay under the Tree of Shade.
Bathe in the Springs of Innocents.
Sweat with a man in lust.
Feed the pigeon that flees.
@poetry @poets @poetweet @POETSorg @poetshouse @PoetsCornerUK @poetrynews @PoetryFound @Poetry_Daily @PoetrySociety @PoetrySociety @PoetryOutLoud @poetryofcourse @Poetry_Society #Poetry #Poets -
THE NIGHT:
The blue sky clothed in black.
Stretch to test your beam of sight.
The moon of white,
Lays in delight;
For, thirst takes rest, warmth takes breast.
Oh how the night quiets the mill.
FIll me up with night wife.
For day has dusk & pray is blind & beat.
Till dawn peeks. The heavenly Stars shall watch over thee.
@poets @poetry @POETSorg @poetshouse @poetrynews @PoetryFound @PoetryVerve @Poetry_Daily @PoetrySociety @Poetry_Society @poetryofcourse #poetry#poetweet -
The blue sky clothed in black.
Stretch to test your beam of sight.
The moon of white,
Lays in delight;
For, thirst takes rest, warmth takes breast.
Oh how the night quiets the mill.
FIll me up with night wife.
For day has dusk & pray is blind & beat.
Till dawn peeks. The heavenly Stars shall watch over thee.
@doctorow@GendyAlimurung@chrisjvogel@ebeast63@MySo_CalLife@adrianacgrant@erinbroadley #poetry#poetweet#poets -
The blue sky clothed in black.
Stretch to test your beam of sight.
The moon of white,
Lays in delight;
For, thirst takes rest, warmth takes breast.
Oh how the night quiets the mill.
FIll me up with night wife.
For day has dusk & pray is blind & beat.
Till dawn peeks. The heavenly Stars shall watch over thee.
@elise_foley@Don_Share@lizohanesian@jaredbkeller@Carolineoncrack@mccarthyryanj@arjunbasu#poetry#poets
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"Mutual forgiveness to each vice, such are the Gates of Paradise." - William Blake @poetry @poets @POETSorg @PoetsCornerUK @poetswritersinc @poetrynews @poetryofcourse @Poetry_Daily @PoetryFound @poetshouse
#poetry#poetweet #poet -
Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Friendly seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest. #Poetry
@JacobNahin @jaredbkeller @januaryoneil @JaneFriedman @oestreichj @silvermanjacob @thebookslut @FarragoPoetry @komonewsradio @KarinaLongworth @poetweets -
Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Friendly seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest.
#Poetry #Poetweet #Poets
@hillelaron @harriet_poetry @InuaEllams @inpressbooks @iwritepoetry @iamEPant -
Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Friendly seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest.#Poetry #Poets #poem #poet
@elise_foley @erinbroadley @ElspethMurray @ebeast63 @fridayreads @FutureThePoet @FarragoPoetry @GPWriter @galenbrown @GeneMaddaus @griffinpoetry @GuardianBooks @GendyAlimurung -
Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest. #Poetry
@crampell @CCPPoetry @chrisjvogel @christianbok @CollinKelley @Coffee_House_ @doctorow @SEAwordnerd @danwakin @Don_Share @drunken_boat @drewtewksbury @drewtewksbury @dennisjromero @downtownseattle @doctorow @poetnamelife -
Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest.
@anasays @GlowingAndy @poetry @poetrynews @poetshouse @PoetryFound @Poetry_Daily @PoetryVerve @PoetsCornerUK @BookSoup @busboysandpoets @ebeast63 @thebookmaven @jesskristie -
To all who roam the Palm Tree City.
The land of dreams brand ambition.
The mock discernment labyrinth deep.
Swimming with the Devils beat.
The land of dreams mocked eye.
Fear Implanted, robotism arise.
The Ancient Dreams awaits to sigh.
Above the height of mock supply.
Awake awake my 27 years of friend.
The Ancient Dreams are up ahead.
Above your happy best reached.
Away from lands mock belief.
Ignorant of mammon deceit
Mammon Deceit, The devils peek.
When i fled the commune beat.
Towers of scorn came in fleets.
Still I drift & drift, into happy bliss.
a whiff of bliss is hard to miss.
Oh happy days awaits in bed.
We dream & dream of whats ahead.
@InuaEllams @inpressbooks @iamEPanthony @JacobNahin @jaredbkeller @jesskristie @oestreichj @PunkPoet_jb @silvermanjacob @thebookslut @KarinaLongworth @L_in_A @LAWeekly @luxlotus @LAWeeklyArts @LATimesbooks @LJBookReview -
To all who roam the Palm Tree City.
The land of dreams brand ambition.
The mock discernment labyrinth deep.
Swimming with the Devils beat.
The land of dreams mocked eye.
Fear Implanted, robotism arise.
The Ancient Dreams awaits to sigh.
Above the height of mock supply.
Awake awake my 27 years of friend.
The Ancient Dreams are up ahead.
Above your happy best reached.
Away from lands mock belief.
Ignorant of mammon deceit
Mammon Deceit, The devils peek.
When i fled the commune beat.
Towers of scorn came in fleets.
Still I drift & drift, into happy bliss.
a whiff of bliss is hard to miss.
Oh happy days awaits in bed.
We dream & dream of whats ahead.
- ZuZu Gold
@danwakin @Don_Share @drewtewksbury @downtownseattle @elise_foley @erinbroadley @ElspethMurray @ebeast63 @FarragoPoetry @GPWriter @galenbrown @GuardianBooks @GendyAlimurung -
To all who roam the Palm Tree City.
The land of dreams brand ambition.
The mock discernment labyrinth deep.
Swimming with the Devils beat.
The land of dreams mocked eye.
Fear Implanted, robotism arise.
The Ancient Dreams awaits to sigh.
Above the height of mock supply.
Awake awake my 27 years of friend.
The Ancient Dreams are up ahead.
Above your happy best reached.
Away from lands mock belief.
Ignorant of mammon deceit
Mammon Deceit, The devils peek.
When i fled the commune beat.
Towers of scorn came in fleets.
Still I drift & drift, into happy bliss.
a whiff of bliss is hard to miss.
Oh happy days awaits in bed.
We dream & dream of whats ahead.
@yalepress @anasays @AntDeRosa @ambitmagazine @GlowingAndy @iamEPanthony @BookSoup @ebeast63 @thebookmaven @jesskristie @crampell @CCPPoetry @chrisjvogel @Coffee_House_ @SEAwordnerd -
To all who roam the Palm Tree City.
The land of dreams brand ambition.
The mock discernment labyrinth deep.
Swimming with the Devils beat.
The land of dreams mocked eye.
Fear Implanted, robotism arise.
The Ancient Dreams awaits to sigh.
Above the height of mock supply.
Awake awake my 27 years of friend.
The Ancient Dreams are up ahead.
Above your happy best reached.
Away from lands mock belief.
Ignorant of mammon deceit
Mammon Deceit, The devils peek.
When i fled the commune beat.
Towers of scorn came in fleets.
Still I drift & drift, into happy bliss.
a whiff of bliss is hard to miss.
Oh happy days awaits in bed.
We dream & dream of whats ahead.
@poets @poets @poetry @POETSorg @poetshouse @poetrynews @PoetryFound @PoetryVerve @Poetry_Daily @WavePoetry @artsbeat @MySo_CalLife -
Los Vegas Space:
The tree of shade.
In the prime summer rays.
Quick swift lift off the blistering touchy man branded concrete gray.
Gray like the Seattle sky oh so high in the spring.
I lay at bay under the tree of shade. #poetry
@SeattleArtists @seattletimes @seattlebooknews @artsbeat @iwritepoetry @MySo_CalLife @CCPPoetry @SEAwordnerd @davidmassengill -
A babe I was bare.
A babe you was bare.
I am you.
You am I.
@paliebert @poetryfound @thenewyorker @poetrynews @poetry_daily @poetrysociety @poetryoutloud @poetryofcourse@poetryverve -
A babe I was bare.
A babe you was bare.
I am you.
You am I.
@mdseely@poet -
Seattle Space:
Fresh like rinsed iceburg lettuce.
Wet like window dew.
a peak from the sun.
Treasures bloom.
Bright hot light
exposes its bosom.
brings me joy in pleasant hum.
@mdseely -
Seattle Space:
Fresh like rinsed iceburg lettuce.
Wet like window dew.
a peak from the sun.
Treasures bloom.
Bright hot light
exposes its bosom.
brings me joy in pleasant hum.
@magmapoetry @fiddler_crab @WavePoetry @seattlebooknews @PunkPoet_jb @nytimesarts -
Seattle Space:
Fresh like rinsed iceburg lettuce.
Wet like window dew.
a peak from the sun.
Treasures bloom.
Bright hot light
exposes its bosom.
brings me joy in pleasant hum.
@seattletimes @poetryfound @griffinpoetry @seattleweekly @chriskornelis @adrianacgrant -
@laweekly #POETRY - The Los Angeles Horny Men.
Sick with mock.
Flocks of cocks whimper for thrust.
slippery touch.
Bait darts.Missed its mark.
Stumbled.. Space decay.
Loss in thought slips into sleep
with no women to beat.
Awakes. talks in slug.. body mood.. shrug.
Lays for the day. -
The Spa I lay.
Jets against my skin.
Like a $300 rub with no connection.
parchute shorts burp like the lungs
if i glid would i glide
or hit the earth like a drum. @laweekly -
The Spa I lay.
Jets against my skin.
Like a $300 rub with no connection.
parchute shorts burp like the lungs
if i glid would i glide
or hit the earth like a drum.#POETRY @NYDNSheridan @nyrbclassics @LATimesbooks @luxlotus @LibraryJournal @elise_foley @danwakin @ditzkoff -
The Spa I lay.
Jets against my skin.
Like a $300 rub with no connection.
parchute shorts burp like the lungs
if i glid would i glide
or hit the earth like a drum.#POETRY @publisherswkly @artsbeat @GPWriter @galenbrown @sarahw @shannoetry @StAnzaPoetry @ShelfAwareness @serendipitylit @silvermanjacob -
The Spa I lay.
Jets against my skin.
Like a $300 rub with no connection.
parchute shorts burp like the lungs
if i glid would i glide
or hit the earth like a drum.
@poets @poetry @poetshouse @poetrynews @POETSorg @PoetryFound @PoetryVerve @Poetry_Daily @PoetrySociety @NewYorker
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