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	<title>Aug. 2009</title>
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		<title>To criticise</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11967-to-criticise</link>
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		<description> 







No censure or unneeded praise

comes from a master, only roads

gone upwards.  A true guide will raise,

by coaxing or at times with goads,

the seeker to an equal plain

if such exists.  To crush does naught

but shrink the pool; small fish may gain

and yet that kind is always caught.

A poem only ends when we

decide to close our eyes; no page

holds everything there ought to be

if closed off minds will not engage. </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne Hanson</dc:creator>
		<category>Having a moan</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 01:03:37 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-661-having-a-moan#comments</comments>
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		<title>Ngalyod Refracted</title>
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		<description> 







Long time past and yesterday

the sparrows brushed the sky away

with browning wings.  The summer arch

collapsed upon the bloody soil,

and old ones dug in deep.



The billabong has rippled long

beneath your limbs, red father.

You were young and slender 

when they walked

hide-sheltered feet deaf 

across her back.



I am new, old one

and white as ghost gum dreaming.

Sorry-specked and sunburnt,

one foot ochre yearning,

one far cloud seeking.



Long time come, you 

thunder to me

and rain-washed parrots build

you with their wings.

Blood, soil, summer sleep and 

rainbows:

Dream us one.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne Hanson</dc:creator>
		<category>Awaiting Sentence</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:53:33 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>15</slash:comments>
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		<title>Courting Divorce</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11932-courting-divorce</link>
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		<description>Sanctus Effeminatus</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:20:38 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Dumb Show</title>
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		<description> It only happens in the movies-

a dying lover clasped upon expiry.

I spoof it up - an actress dies

on celluloid with such dramatic irony 



to make it false, aloof;

so if he must disclose her dying

I can disbelieve the proof,

I can carry on denying



the picture reel in my head,

its 2AM scene climactic, mounting

to farewell whispers on the bed,

surreal in his recounting.



No, no - not really matter-of-fact

as fantasy drama, unimaginable -

Did he rehearse this final act,

long expecting the inevitable?



And when does the ending end?

When he brushes aside her hair,

re-folds her arms, descends

the breathless, dream-like stair



to falter lines down the telephone.

Lights. Camera. Action - my outtake

plays for years after they're gone -

her hand in his - unreal, fake.





   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 08:51:52 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
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		<title>Responsibility is overrated</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11927-responsibility-is-overrated</link>
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		<description>   
On this rather dull day 
I wish I might, I wish I may 
Sleep a dreamless sleep today 
Wash away this shade of grey 
To somewhere far, far away 
Keep all deep thoughts at bay 
Leave old issues where they lay 
  
Fiery kisses and my wicked way 
Let’s just take this day to play 
Let our hips and lips display 
Limbs and clothes in disarray 
Love me like an old cliché  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Introspection and belly button lint</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 00:02:49 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~U Can't~ </title>
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		<description> You can't hold rain behind windows of the sky
You can't walk oceans, yet I'll gladly watch you try.
Tell me what forever means, then say we won't last
For you have every answer to, what You have ever asked.

Lie to me a little, so I'll have faith in the unknown
Tell me of reasons why, two souls still seem alone.
You can't grasp forever, as it's lying in my hands
You can't say the words, 'I'm right' cause I don't understand.

Trade a smile in for a frown, hope it rains on a clear day
You can't sing a tune or dance, but you do on my parade.

sinnaminsun 2009  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:32:44 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Glitter</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11953-glitter</link>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 20:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
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		<title>then on to india for steak </title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1417-then-on-to-india-for-steak</link>
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		<description>in some culturesit's forbidden to eat green beansbecause they have little baby green beans inside them

which,by the way,are sweeter and tastierand I always crack them opento lick those out first

trust me on thisheresy always tastes great</description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:39:51 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
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		<title>Babel Tongue</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11922-babel-tongue</link>
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		<description> I.

Here and there the sound

of a dumbek can be heard through

the toes of this third story apartment.

The noise is an ever-arcing crescent,

the beat waxing and waning:

doum doum doum



I imagine the man: sweaty palms, and

seasoned fingertips gliding over the smooth

surface of the leather.

A thousand years of Islamic history and culture

wanting to be heard

and remembered.



II.

You bang the pots as loud as

any three-year old with chubby hands.

A thousand days of exuberance

waiting to be exorcised from the body

like some uncontrollable demon.



“Mommy, look” you say;

and you want to be heard,

so your feet stamp and shake the floor -

ten tiny toes thrumming the carpet’s surface

like dancers in a harem.



III.

You are the language I speak

and we won’t understand each other

with dry tongues.

But sometime after midnight

when bellies are full

and the laundry is folded neatly,

and your voice is a breath,

you’ll shuffle out, sleepy-eyed

whisper, “Mommy, look”.



Palms sweaty and fingertips grasping yours,

we’ll remember to turn off the lights,

leaving shadows on the walls

and crawl back in bed

like the slow beat of a drum.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Jasmine Mann</dc:creator>
		<category>Jasmine's Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:38:42 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-72-jasmine-s-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Morning Fixes of you</title>
		<link>https://www.dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11954-morning-fixes-of-you</link>
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		<description>   
Gently, ever so gently 
White cotton peels back 
Revelations of warm flesh 
  
A cheek pressed 
To hear the thump, thump 
Of love’s repose 
  
A profound inhalation 
Of you, fill crevices 
Like a portable USB 
  
Unable to resist 
Cheek turns and lips touch 
Tickled by whispers of hair 
  
Before I flip the covers 
Back in place  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Love and cheese</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 06:06:41 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-653-love-and-cheese#comments</comments>
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		<title>Book of Revelations</title>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:48:09 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Sunrise</title>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:46:52 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Delusory</title>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:45:24 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Poultice</title>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:43:29 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Rationale</title>
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		<description>Diaphanous Heliotrope</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:41:55 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Between~</title>
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		<description> Listen
within,
among.....
Then again. 

Nothing's heard
or said,
Just silence
tween you and me.

Speak
within,
then out.....
And again.

Nothing moves
or breathes
Just whispers
tween you and me.

sinnaminsun 2009  
 A poet-friend of mine &quot;Dale&quot; came up with an outstanding little stanza which inspired me to write this poem.  Here are Dale's words which I thought were absolutely beautiful: 
 Nothing moves
or breathes
Just whispers
tween you and me. </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 01:16:05 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Apple~</title>
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		<description>Bite the apple..... 
Swallow hard.

sinnaminsun 2006 </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2006 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:13:17 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Another~</title>
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		<description>Slippin' down the side-way
My essence somewhat gone,
Pealing back the sunrays
Shinin' past what went wrong.

Every good tune has a sad side
Through the calm sings heartache's song,
And when I'm down just crawlin'
Another night carries me along.

sinnaminsun 2006 </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2006 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:10:17 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Ache~</title>
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		<description>Nothing but heavy eyes pull down
Deeper I set within,
Shallow the breathing
as weighted sighs escape your notice...
Pounding internal
while every bit of me receeds. 
sinnaminsun 2006 </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2006 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:07:33 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Penton Hook Lock</title>
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		<description> The Lady Tegan moored, then Heloise,

securing lines from head and stern to wait

alongside bollards fixed to narrow quays.

September - conkers stuck to rusty trees

with Autumn holding back and Summer late.

So someone suns on deck with panama hat

and tinted glasses tilted back at ease. 
 Hydraulics moan and creak the closing gates-

a final clang and shudder locks the lock;

and then an in-between of parakeets

atop the chestnuts, water lapping slack

while slowly dropping down on surface slick,

exposing algae walls and sunken leats,

re-surfaced green and dripping brick. 
 From towpath passing by the lock-keeper's house,

a pause of swirling leaves and flotsam trails;

the afternoon adjusts in quiet intervals

to birdsong, meadow grass and grazing horse;

until, at last, the lower gate reveals

the waiting river's long-reaching course-

and then the steering through on even keels.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 20:44:40 GMT</pubDate>
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