In 1997, our previous host, Angelfire, experienced a hardware problem, and this page was lost. It has been rebuilt from an April 1997 backup, but some poems may have been lost. If your poetry used to be on this page and isn't here now, please let me know. If you'd like me to consider a new poem for this page, please send it to me, along with a good e-mail address to which I can send a reply. Thanks.
-- Karen J. Fish
This is an expanding collection of poetry created using individual words mounted on magnets as, for example, those found in the Magnetic Poetry Kit available via the Internet or in certain museum shops and mailorder catalogs.
The medium is not necessarily the message.
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Brand new from Liz Neame on the filing cabinet in her room when she was supposed to be revising:
He dark like bomb
She slender like glass
bruised
Yet will not leave
Three lovely ones created by Sleeping Cat on her black magnetic poetry stand:
I am delirious
My shadow sleeps above you
Languid light
Drunk on storms
Whisper in my language and I will run to you
You are a thousand cool white dreams
A smooth shadow
A sleeping storm
Raw light in winter
Essential power
Bitter skin beneath milk white sleep
My tongue whispering lies to your cool bare shadow
Sweet raw ache of sad dreams
and rusting beauty
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She sings the summer sky to sleep.
A drunk delirious goddess runs to love and trips at his feet.
I wanted to fall in hot chocolate with him, but the moment was gone...
The Shadow of Death can shake through the most powerful of men.
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Night, in her sullen cheeks and purple veil;
Enchantress, promising great, glistening seductions beneath wisping, gilded light,
Lures all to the dark kingdom, to the other side of life,
Until her sister, the dawn, exposes her lurid, obsidian dreams.
Stars shiver in their crystal rhythm of light like the pulse of the music of life.
Desperately, my eyes trace them, searching all infinity in question, searching for God
with the sincerity of prayer.
I come again to you, what love has made sacred,
Each gesture, each intention, sacrosanct.
I want to do it right, speak the incantation.
If my intention is pure enough, my sacrifice will preserve and please the flame of your desire.
The marrow grows cold this life, my death, grows old somber ages my soul has waited to rest upon the edge of endlessness.
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A delicate summer goddess,
she rose from her bed of honey-drunk sky.
Her gown of winter-cool petals whispered,
"Still the wind.
Light
the day.
Dream time into lazy music."
Beauty chants in forest
leaves.
Shadows fall.
Love aches.
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Together we sing a sea-spray symphony.
You are the storm-boiling sea,
I the raining mist.
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No meat.
No chocolate.
Only a garden smell
and hot sweat.
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A smooth, black shadow flooding
head
arms
legs
feet
See not nor cry.
Still a vision may come.
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Why does man sing?
To worship beauty,
chanting light and shadow,
To soar through the void,
To live in boiling blood,
power and vision.
In deathless love, whispering music
floods the breast of woman.
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Sometimes I wish that I wasn't here maybe you will then start to care
I feel lost in a world of my own
I constantly feel all alone.
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Religion is the
Faith that you have in yourself,
Which allows you to believe in what you
Fear is true.
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To recall moments past
is to incubate times to come.
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If my feet are in the forest
or I summer by the sea,
wherever you are nearest
it's there I want to be.
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Child
Circle
Cloud
Joy
Kiss
Friend
Father
Mother
Daughter
Brother
Rain rhythm
God
all
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Fiddle a symphony,
Cut out a moon.
Cook up a diamond,
But pound not our dream.
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Languid or delirious,
gorgeous or replusive,
the symphony plays on.
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Gown most elaborate,
Hair of pink,
Clothe a frantic
void, I think.
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She, seeing gorgeous sky,
red rose garden,
lake,
diamond,
dreams essential coolness.
Shine, sweet music vision.
The symphony
will next whisper and
urge enormous love.
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Tell my luscious cook
why chocolate smell
always whispers like
a shadow goddess.
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[Open for submissions]
Lightly urging beneath hair falling
like water mist through a still picture
yet the two lie delicate and true,
their no-stop moment together.
Think of it.
She said let it be mad time
and see them stare.
Why recall the easy out?
Beat it and avoid languid will.
She screams essential language.
I want him with honey he sweat with me crush me goddess.
I am the symphony of lust, none as juiced as we and hot.
Fluffy puppy sing about need for place in pound.
How bitter
as one may tell
from purple smell.
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If you wish to contribute your own favorite magnetic poetry (composed by you) or to make suggestions, please e-mail MagPoet@ffish.com. State whether you wish your e-mail address to be made available to readers.
You ("the Author") acknowledge that any poetry submitted for presentation here is your own artistic creation, that you have the right to grant the non-exclusive right to present it in this collection, and that you are requesting that Karen J. Fish ("the Editor") do so. Any poetry presented here remains the property of the Author. The Author may request its removal from this collection at any time, and the Editor will remove it in a timely manner. The publication of the Author's poetry here does not entitle the Author to any payment of any kind. Inclusion in this collection is at the sole discretion of the Editor.
All material in this collection is the property of the author of that material. No material in this collection, or any portion thereof, may be reproduced and/or distributed in any form without prior, express permission of its author.
(c) 1997 by Flying Fish Creations