Bud the Teacher

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• Kevin Hodgson // Apr 6th 2009 at 3:46 am

  i am the white blanket

  i am the cold:
  the chill that comes with spring;
  the frost that covers you
  so that you lay quietly dormant,
  expectant for release,
  only to be told to wait, wait, wait;
  i hesitate,
  knowing that once the snow has melted,
  the ice removed,
  you will come into your own without me
  and our roles reversed — i will be gone,
  no longer necessary –
  and that, i cannot even begin to fathom
  beneath this white blanket
  we share together

  listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/16z7tgs7ql.mp3

  Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Your Alliteration Days

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• Maria Monaco // Apr 6th 2009 at 2:51 pm

  I can feel my own
  warm,
  icy breaths
  as I look down at
  those towering pines
  and huddle
  in that cold nature scene
  blanketed in the weight
  of my laptop

  Maria Monacos last blog post..Pay attention

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• Ken Allan // Apr 7th 2009 at 2:58 am

  Herbaceous borders tidily trimmed,
  Patterned pansies on ledges,
  More mowed down, ground skimmed,
  Clean cut green, cut hedges.

  Feathery lawns untailored untethered
  Tangles of knotgrass and wrackweed,
  Daisies, dandelion ragged leaf sprays,
  Tigergrass spills and phlox edges.

  There’s never a fill nor a scarcity
  Of pretensions or implicit pardons,
  So pick an eyeful of diversity
  From the treasures in our City gardens.

  Ken Allans last blog post..In Praise Of Plaudit

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• Andrew Forgrave // Apr 7th 2009 at 4:35 am

  Gosh-durned April snow,
  “What the heck?” we all grumble.
  I thought it was Spring!

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• billimarie // Apr 7th 2009 at 1:57 pm

  Machineguntoy

  Automatic point
  at eye-line, the passageway
  to muddled brains
  between eyes that caught pellets
  when they tickled
  my belly, shoulder, thighs.
  Nail-bitten fingers twitch
  on triggered strokes
  before I am jerked.
  Last rounds
  Last rounds
  caressing an empty barrel.

  -b

  billimaries last blog post..April 5th – "Machineguntoy"

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• National Poetry Month 2009 4.6 The Far Mountains « Fits & Fugues // Apr 7th 2009 at 8:18 pm

  [...] by Rick Tanski on April 7, 2009 Written in response to Bud’s prompt 6: Juxtaposition  The Far [...]

• Rick Tanski // Apr 7th 2009 at 8:18 pm

  The Far Mountains

  A mantle white has freshly fallen on the far mountains,
  But through the dirty window
  Crowd grimy cars on the pavement
  A crisp curtain of blue crests the peaks,
  And the highway’s rumbling trucks
  Fling their blackened mist
  High and low the horizon hops in a pulse line,
  Yet the angular rooftops
  Creep relentlessly across the plain
  Situated in marvelous splendor the scene unfolds,
  For the straight concrete barriers
  Feign creation in mocking assembly
  Toward the skies the summits soar,
  So progress itself is even outreached
  Revealing feeble hubris

  Rick Tanskis last blog post..National Poetry Month 2009 4.6 The Far Mountains

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• Ed Webb // Apr 7th 2009 at 10:40 pm

  In my class, I paused,
  turning from talk of fatwas:
  It’s friggin’ snowing!

  Ed Webbs last blog post..Media & Identity in the Middle East – Noted This Week (weekly)

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• Ruki Lawton // Apr 8th 2009 at 9:34 pm

  Yesterday’s beyound infinity, tomorrows beyound today
  Remorse and tightened grips over what will never stay;
  All those fleeting memories and youth that was admired,
  Time comes with a vengence and is here but not desired.

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