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The And women (Free verse) by INTRANSIT They talk to you
in subtitles of a language
not meant to be understood.
The rain from spain
falls mainly
in their veins.
Loving to drag across your eyes
like serrated clouds
tasking us to find them
as they are or hidden
in pearls and pearls.
Sometimes lucky enough
to find them in clover
plying a fiddle.
This is about frustration
and rust holen bridges.
The free ones are worst.
Angry Swallowtails
on Harleys.
We always bless the annuals
and the gardeners
that sent them transplanting.
Pumpkins never kept them well.
Up the ladder:
Ending
Down the ladder:
R.I.P (Epitaphs)
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Posted: June 18, 2005 10:05 AM PDT; Last modified: July 5, 2005 8:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.6531434 Overall Rank: 2099 Comments:
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Mr Pig @ 213.122.71.246
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18-Jun-05/10:31 AM
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hot diggity dog its bloody fantastic. 6th stanza good golly.
I liked the title. I don't see how it relates to the poem. Which is also good.
>>The rain from spain falls mainly in their veins.<<
Ah! My Fair Lady in a theatrical reworking by Cheech & Chong!
Yeah, you're right. Those pumpkin shells don't keep them very well.
Oh, but we are meant to be understood in our subtitles of language as we drag accross your eyes with pearls meant only to adorn.
I like "subtitles". I'm not trying to be mean, it just struck me as cute.
Typo corrected. Stanzas 4,5,7 have been altered.
I'm not getting what the last 4 lines have to do with it.
We always bless the annuals that send the gardeners transplanting.
aint line 2 so true lol.
"plying a fiddle."
Interesting poem.
I still don't understand the "And" part. I love the title, but the connection is lacking.
Needs a new ending.
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