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Offline cafeRg

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Group Experiment
« on: July 07, 2012, 10:13 AM »
 OK ..so this is a group poem. I'll write a couple lines then you copy, paste and reply with a couple more lines and so forth.


Group Experiment < that's the title/topic

There's an alley down  patchin place
occupied by poet's ghost past
and several jazzy alley cats
when the sun goes down
and the lights come on
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Re: Group Experiment
« Reply #1 on: July 07, 2012, 04:38 PM »


There's an alley down  patchin place
occupied by poet's ghost past
and several jazzy alley cats
when the sun goes down
and the lights come on
silhouettes behind billowing curtains
dancing the whirlwind of fists and blows
lips part, no sound, round the room
in musical crescendo




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Re: Group Experiment
« Reply #2 on: July 07, 2012, 07:33 PM »
There's an alley down  patchin place
occupied by poet's ghost past
and several jazzy alley cats
when the sun goes down
and the lights come on
silhouettes behind billowing curtains
dancing the whirlwind of fists and blows
lips part, no sound, round the room
in musical crescendo
tokens and memories revolve
time has no place to be
at this particular moment
~ Marsha ~
 

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Re: Group Experiment
« Reply #3 on: July 07, 2012, 11:07 PM »
There's an alley down  patchin place
occupied by poet's ghost past
and several jazzy alley cats
when the sun goes down
and the lights come on
silhouettes behind billowing curtains
dancing the whirlwind of fists and blows
lips part, no sound, round the room
in musical crescendo
tokens and memories revolve
time has no place to be
at this particular moment
wistfully it whiles away 
with down and out poets
looking for lost words
in the long forgotten waste
at the far end of the alley
hoping to encounter their
previous selves reigniting
a serve of vernacular passion


Be careful of your thoughts; they may become words at any moment.  ~  Ira Gassen