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Para Metres (Concrete) by Blue Magpie The paranormal paralyses ---
So the saner soul lives through disguises,
a fact storm in an empty mind;
logorrhea saves the blind
informivorish parasites
devouring life in mega bites.
In Paraguay the peon praises,
as parallel his hands he raises,
the paradigm that shifts his sight,
the parasol that makes him right,
parading dream-like paramecia,
life in eternal paramnesia.
Did paratroopers paragliding
park your thinking in a siding,
for paralytic wills partaking,
of the fantasies theyâre making?
Apparently, reports a journal,
such apparitions are quite normal.
Within the mind where parallax is
there often follows parataxis.
Then paraphrasing parakeets
pronounce in parabolic tweets
like paragons gone paranoid
some parashah you must avoid.
A paraclete that lives in locks
might help you find, among these rocks,
some paradise in paradox;
some freedom from the ticking clocks,
and for your future, in a box,
some trousers and a pair of socks.
Up the ladder:
It Seemed like Forever Again
Down the ladder:
Death on my arm
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.875
Posted: May 23, 2003 10:07 PM PDT; Last modified: May 23, 2003 10:07 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.235324 Overall Rank: 4194 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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24-May-03/2:23 PM
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Well, I say, not concrete, but a fine ode none the less.
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Blue Magpie @ 62.176.75.109
> horus8
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25-May-03/3:49 AM
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What is concrete
Just read it aloud to yourself, then tweak thebeats that go bump. it'll be perfect. loved it.
Thanks for the read and the vote. I still don't know what concrete means as a poetic category
well, you could either click on the ??? next to the type of poem box when you submit, or you could use poemranker's very own help (http://www.poemranker.com/site-help.jsp
your friend, doug
Ahhh thanks.
Ahhh Thanks.
I have and here it is tweaked, I hope.
In Paraguay the peon raises, in parallel his palms and praises, the paramour that gives him light, the paradigm that shifts his sight, parading dream-like parenthesia through parasoltic paramnesia. The paranormal paralyses --- saner souls live through disguises. A fact storm in an empty mind; and logorrhea saves the blind informivorish parasites devouring life in mega bites. Did paratroopers paragliding park your thinking in a siding, for paralytic wills partaking, of the fantasies theyâre making? Apparently, reports a journal, such apparitions are quite normal. Within the mind where parallax is there often follows parataxis. Then paraphrasing parakeets pronounce in parabolic tweets like paragons gone paranoid some parashah you must avoid. A paraclete that lives in locks might help you find, among these rocks, some paradise in paradox; some freedom from the ticking clocks, and for your future, in a box, some trousers and a pair of socks.
Twist on concrete, cool.
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