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	<title>Love</title>
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		<title>upon realizing winter</title>
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		<description> we, the sun, eat the dark  
star by star, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, the blue sky
the gray sky, the every breeze

we, the sun, sip the dark
night by night, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, green fingers
reach to warm earth, to mountain top

we, the sun, dance the dark
wave by wave, for you dear moon

for you dear moon, the abyss
the behemoth, the only deep

we, the sun, become the dark
word by word, for you dear moon

for you. 
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		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Beside the Point</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 03:42:16 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>arguments unworth arguing</title>
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		<description> she lied when she said
every poem is about sex

i tell her this through
her long tut tuts
her short tsktsks 
her midland shhhhh's 

you're wrong,
some poetry's about love

same thing
she says </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Lost along the weigh</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:16:25 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>&quot;Don't judge me&quot;</title>
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		<description>“Don’t judge me” 
  
A sign I hold here begging for food 
You walk right past me calling me a crazy fool 
You utter words for me to get a job as you walk right pass me 
With no knowledge of my life you judge me by what you see 
My family is hungry and times are tough 
My job let me go because things are getting rough 
I had a job that filled me such pride and joy  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Dawnmarie Desroches</dc:creator>
		<category>Personal Space of Dawnmarie Desroches</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 01:50:11 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>20-years without Phyllis</title>
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		<description>1st draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>before her second love</title>
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		<description>draft 1</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>preaching to you about the politics of me</title>
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		<description>Draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>the giver</title>
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		<description>Draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>to my ugly children on a tuesday morning</title>
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		<description>Draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>what love means to me</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5984-what-love-means-to-me</link>
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		<description>Draft 2</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>
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		<title>Conversation with Myself</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8557-conversation-with-myself</link>
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		<description> I ruthlessly exploit my own mind for poetry</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Swimming to Shore By Ear</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8611-swimming-to-shore-by-ear</link>
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		<description> I just revised this so if anyone would read it and give feedback, I'd muchly appreciate it...C</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:32:58 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-566-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>Tales from the Twisted Veranda</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8317-tales-from-the-twisted-veranda</link>
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		<description> 3 southern belles, a suicidal drunk, a preacher and a three-legged dog...It's a romance you won't want to miss</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>A Load of Empty Boxes</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 22:56:11 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments</comments>
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		<title>Path of Ashes</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8554-path-of-ashes</link>
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		<description> Be quick to love this flameand taste its blue skinbut a night,where cruel the burningmeets the flesh,no cupping wind will keep that light.

A preying breathmay steal the shamethat binds the firewhere it burns,then comes the dark upon strange wind,and feeds the red flame as it turns.

A path of ash lies on the tongue,and soot drags wetalong the thigh~yet dawn cools pale the waxing night,as black eyes watch the fire die</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 14:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Messenger</title>
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		<description>  I save you
  for my last,
  my love,
  as kisses cut   the lip-slit moan   into the smallest pieces.

  Adoring   every edge I tear-   your neck's white throbbing   bare beneath
  deep silver's cold caress. 
     Your blue-eyed stare
   bleeds out the hours
  assembled where my hidden eyes   devise the language of your limbs
  So, they will speak a terror.  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 13:42:59 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Found in Fields of Grass</title>
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		<description> A woman is haunted by memories of her lover</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 00:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>A Phone Conversation with God</title>
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		<description> I can't believe He called me out of the blue-out partying with one of his buddies, of course. Jeez. Inspired by Colleen's &quot;Conversation..&quot;</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:05:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The Compass</title>
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		<description>    We should stop wanting this;  pretended point of reference,  we don't/can't share.  With hunger, love spoons round  diverging lines.      Last night's  miscalculated sum,  thoughtlessly tossed in the air  by intimate euphoria,  costing the life  of some unnamed road,  which I must now  rename and move.     My eyes   survey each horizon's   heartless spine,  I hear/think birds   that fly from me,   by estimated latitudes,  wings opening   dark maps imprecisely,   like an empty hand.     There are no marks   made to misdirect  your passion's kiss,  just dark boundarys, sketchings  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 08:42:35 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Love Me in Every Way</title>
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		<description>Be kind As you look at meMy every fault laid bare in my nakedness

Be careful As you tell meThings I ache to hear from your lips

Go easy As you touch meThe scars on my heart still bleed

Be gentleAs you take meInto a long awaited embrace

Go slowlyAs you kiss meAnd breathe life into this derelict soul

Be tenderAs you guide meThrough the long forgotten rituals of love

But most of allLove meIn every look, every word, every touch...

Love meIn every embrace, every kissLove me in every way</description>
		<dc:creator>Garrett</dc:creator>
		<category>Random Thoughts</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 05:44:37 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-412-random-thoughts#comments</comments>
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