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	<title>Aug. 2007</title>
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		<title>Death Has No Name (4/30)</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5442-death-has-no-name-4-30</link>
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		<description> I can’t remember the ocean

the way I used to - the way sand

felt beneath bare feet, how gulls

circled lazily overhead, picking at

the carcass of a washed up

Portugese man-o-war.



Bronze bodies stretched across

the sand. Tight ribs thrust up like

some great Naga; emaciated and

trying to slither free of a three

thousand dollar prison.



Near the shore, sand castles would

rise and fall, as if every child were

a politician and every wave were God;

the tide leaving fish to rot in the sun. </description>
		<dc:creator>Poetic Insomniac</dc:creator>
		<category>Jasmine's Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 03:59:05 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>Question for New Users</title>
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		<description> There have been a lot of new folk signing up in the last couple of months, but almost all have posted nothing.  I would invite -- or rather, beg -- all new people to give us some reasons for this silence.  Is the site too difficult to navigate?  Does it not have what you're looking for?  Do you not like the kind of comments here?  Are you unhappy with the standard of poetry?    PLEASE.  Give us feedback, without it we have no direction.  That goes for older members who aren't posting as well -- be as honest as you like.   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne</dc:creator>
		<category>Questions</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:00:39 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-365-questions#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>48</slash:comments>
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		<title>Dreams - A Collection</title>
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		<description> Success

It's said ‘success comes not to the faint of heart'.
Indeed, it calls on those whose practiced arts
are feigning smarts and quick-time verbal darts
and teethy smiles,
disarming wiles
and deals in secret swung
and genuflections sung
to those with purse well-hung.


Career

Men mingle, paired or single, round a room,
propelled by pasted smiles - to orbit whom?
They seek the sun for warmth - return to womb,
or hope in turn
themselves to burn.
Bizarre, this solar system - gaseous giants
spin nearest Sol, yet barely move - pretense                       
of proper orbit, faking comet's brilliance.


Money

Discovered destitution disappoints.
Impaled by chance on economic points,
your snazzy home or sporty car disjoints.
Perhaps someday
you'll make your way
to sunny Shangri-la -
like salmon you once saw,
regain U-to-pi-a.


Sex

Nocturnal dreams come either dry or wet;
diurnal thoughts envision perfect pet -
another's mate or office bait - and yet
when heart impels
to ring their bells
your partner will suffice.
Imagined bods entice -
and make you do it twice.


Sleepless Dreams

I've seen the harried man whose nights were tossed
by hopes that morphed to monsters, sourly sauced
by thoughts his aspirations might be lost:
What never was
and never does
might never do or be -
from nothing gained, you see,
regards himself in poverty.


Dreamless Sleep

I've seen spent men with minds devoid of dreams -
who lost the gleam that lit their morning schemes;
or never gazed at stars or mused extremes;
the young heart idled
from passions bridled -
complacent sauntering cow;
compliant mule at plow,
now stuck in the ruts of his brow.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Alcuin of York</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry and other writes of Alcuin of York</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 20:40:58 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-216-poetry-and-other-writes-of-alcuin-of-york#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>Again</title>
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		<description>    I will refuse you,
no matter the wages
of growing old
and lonely.
  Our shivering fingers
stretch hell's reach,
breaking apart 
a thousand nights
of silence.  No, no, you cannot
lift my silken hair
to uncover alabaster
weakness.  Softly taunting,
my lower back will now
curve away from you.  (Blind faith is rightly dead.)  Again I tell you -
let the robe fall to my feet.
Go now....
the inky night calls.
I will not remember you
in its naked stare.    </description>
		<dc:creator>Kat</dc:creator>
		<category>Kat's poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 09:27:47 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
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		<title>Death in the Afternoon</title>
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		<description>She revered words.But onlyin inkwrittenon the pages of booksby men(and women)who were just tryingto make senseof it all. The spoken were understood.
But resounded
empty,
devoid
of truth
or intention.
Impressed by
their own
sincerity
but never quite
believing it.  Take the words
as you would your
grand gestures.  Square me the circle.
Fetch me the moon.  Hand me death in the afternoon.  </description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 08:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Fuck Love Poetry</title>
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		<description>Give me...sexydesperatepainfulblindbloodyrawsoothingtenderjoyousshatteringdizzyyearning insane...poetrybut...fuck lovepoetry</description>
		<dc:creator>word junkie</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:58:19 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-459-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>10</slash:comments>
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		<title>#1</title>
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		<description>stream of conscious</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#2</title>
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		<description>silly dogerel</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#3</title>
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		<description>Not really a nursery rhyme</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#4</title>
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		<description>searching the void of emotion</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#5 </title>
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		<description>a still life in trite</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#6</title>
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		<description>an aural study of simple sounds</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#7</title>
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		<description>broken couplets</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>#8</title>
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		<description>a villanelle</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Turning a phrase on my tongue</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Death's first name is Eugene</title>
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		<description>This is why he has no compassion. His parents didn't even have the heart to call him Gene. Oh no. Always Eugene</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Just a Nastey Journal</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
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		<title>Flaubert</title>
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		<description> I sat with Gustave by 
the stone tablet he found
in Iraq  and he said, &quot;Stephan
the world has no answers  only questions.&quot;  The sweat on my brow
beaded, forming a crown
of salt in the heat of the desert,  &quot;But what of this,&quot; I pointed
at the words in stone before us.  &quot;I do not exist.&quot;
Signed, &quot;GOD&quot;  He smiled, &quot;When I showed the atheist
he said,  'See! I told you so!'
so perhaps even the answer 
is not answer enough.&quot; </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>for want of a summer day</title>
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		<description>Draft 1
It's been cold lately</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>I'd be sorry but I'm too damned average </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1891-i-d-be-sorry-but-i-m-too-damned-average</link>
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		<description>everything means somethingexcept me

i'm meaninglessthat explains the best of meand my boxers

i'm also triteand that explainswhy everything I saysounds like everythinganyone else says</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>i'll be the witch </title>
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		<description>i lined up all the little 1-inch square post-it notesfrom the door to the diningroom tableso that you wouldn't lose your waybut you didn't laugh

we were out of bread crumbsi'm in a wicked moodand I thought you wouldn't mindif i ate you</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I'll have faith </title>
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		<description>you know, there will be tearsand there'll be laughteryou know, there will fearsand joy that follows afteras long as she loves meas long as she doesas long as foreverI'll have faith just because

there will be monkeysand there'll be mayhemthere'll by rockin' roll musicand rings with real gemsas long as she loves meas long as she doesas long as foreverI'll have faith just because

there'll be angels in the moonlightand there'll be holier than thouthere'll be never againand there'll be just one more try nowand as long as she loves meas long as she doesthere'll be foreverI have faith because

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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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