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the thought of him.
one pupil dilated, the other leaking.
both praising the only goddess he ever knew.

only god knows
the nature of promises.

she only knows
thoughts of them.

her pinky finger quivers
at the thought of promises 
she can only vaguely remember.

she can only vaguely remember
promises
or the thought of them.

—- original

her pinky finger quivers
at the thought of promises 
she can only vaguely remember.

she can only vaguely remember
promises
or the thought of them.

the thought of him.
one pupil dilated, the other leaking.
both praising the only goddess he ever knew.

only god knows
the nature of promises.

she only knows
thoughts of them.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:08:00 -0700 two days http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/two-days http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/two-days

What are days

but templates for breath?

An unfogged mirror, 

garments still wrapped in packaging.

They lean on patient elbows,

time and time and time.

Days, roof of the inevitable.

Where can we live in but days?

 

Alas, the safety of a question

sends the priest and his doctor,

two fluttering robes

through the fields,

clawing their way into 

      what remains 

of the day.

 

—- original: "days" by philip larkin

 

What are days for?

Days are where we live.

They come, they wake us

Time and time over.

They are to be happy in:

Where can we live but days?

 

Ah, solving that question

Brings the priest and the doctor

In their long coats

Running over the fields.

 

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:06:00 -0700 dialekctiks http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/dialekctiks http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/dialekctiks

phonic dialect

Ai wan-tid to right ‘stae’
on yoar sai-dz, sir-round
yoar bed with oh-shuns
of sawlt. Ai hope he foe-ldz yoo
in-to uh fox, luvz yoo
lai-k uh splin-ter-d air-row,
brand-ish-iz thuh kill
uv yoar lips. May thuh bow-kay
uv yoar hips with-her.
May thuh woe-lvz
for-get yoar nay-m.

myspace dialect

I w4nt3d 2 write ‘stay’
on ur syd3z, serrownd 
ur bed w. oc34nz
uv s4lt. I h0p3 h3 foldz yoo 
in2 a f0x, lk a spl1nt3r3d »
br4nd1shez da k1lL
uv ur l1pz. M4y da b0ukay
uv ur h1pz w1th3r.
M4y da w0lvz 
4get ya n4m3.

—-ORIGINAL by J. Bradley
I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:04:00 -0700 a collar say bai pob low nah rude uh http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/a-collar-say-bai-pob-low-nah-rude-uh http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/a-collar-say-bai-pob-low-nah-rude-uh

Aura count our most doe say
he knows kingdom toe does keats.

Pour noon a vase sober later ah
no hobble Moses in goon idiom ah,
pour noon second ode tango moans,
no move aims tan to lose blazers.

Cereal noon minute other frog ant,
sin prison, sin locomotors ass,
toe dose a star emo soon toes,
in noon in quietude instantaneous.

Low speck adore ass deal mar free oh
no hurry and only a lost ball anus
yield troubadour deal a salt
mirror in a soothe manner eat toes

Those can prepare a glass of beer days
glass day gas, class day lego,
victories seen sober vivid days,
say ponder in note or ape euro 
Ian dare Ian cone Sue’s hair man ooze
pour lass umbrellas in haze ornate.

Nose a confined halo cake euro
cone lyin’ occasion deaf in it ever:
lay vivid is solo loco say ass aye,
no carol not a commander.

See nope uttermost air unanimous
movie and a tan tone extra spheres,
tale vase no haze or knotted vase,
tale vase you grand cilantro play-doh
inter rumpus tatter stage zoo,
a stare no tender nose hummus
amen a czar knows cone lamer tee,
talle vase later a nose and sandy,
candy toe doper ace martyr
eat loo a goat ode oh a stab a vivo.

Aurora count a ray star do say
eat tutor calls eat me boy.

—— ORIGINAL: A Callarse by Pablo Neruda
Ahora contaremos doce
y nos quedamos todos quietos.

Por una vez sobre la tierra
no hablemos en ningún idioma,
por un segundo detengámonos,
no movamos tanto los brazos.

Sería un minuto fragante,
sin prisa, sin locomotoras,
todos estaríamos juntos
en un inquietud instantánea.

Los pescadores del mar frío
no harían daño a las ballenas
y el trabajador de la sal
miraría sus manos rotas.

Los que preparan guerras verdes,
guerras de gas, guerras de fuego,
victorias sin sobrevivientes,
se pondrían un traje puro
y andarían con sus hermanos
por la sombra, sin hacer nada.

No se confunda lo que quiero
con la inacción definitiva:
la vida es sólo lo que se hace,
no quiero nada con la muerte.

Si no pudimos ser unánimes
moviendo tanto nuestras vidas,
tal vez no hacer nada una vez,
tal vez un gran silencio pueda
interrumpir esta tristeza,
este no entendernos jamás
y amenazarnos con la muerte,
tal vez la tierra nos enseñe
cuando todo parece muerto
y luego todo estaba vivo.

Ahora contaré hasta doce
y tú te callas y me voy.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:02:00 -0700 s(W)cr(H)at(Y)ch http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/swcrhatych http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/swcrhatych

Visual_peom_2

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:56:00 -0700 sibling streams http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/sibling-streams http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/sibling-streams

stream of consciousness

So I am told to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, I write slowly to ease into patience, forgiving the words that should not be written, only spoken in half-breaths and impulsive decisions. There are few corners into which I have not been pushed, and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless) without direction – some say call it tyranny like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print, between the lines are wrinkled lies disguised as saints. I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging than black ones and yet this color classification by connotation is really all quite problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect, repetition is a safety net for hesitation (in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the children of insecurity? And where do plural and singular meet gently in the middle, no longer bumping heads but wrapping one pinky around the other as infants do their play companions. I miss those days – the morning blinks resounded only of optimism, ending neutral but never with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and resonate pessimism all along underneath in between I long for happiness of young.

stream of consciousness 1.2 (formatted)

So I am told 
to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, 
I write slowly to 
    ease into patience, 
forgiving the words that should not be written, 
(only spoken in 
        half-breaths and impulsive decisions)

There are few corners into which I have not been pushed, 
    and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather 
        wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless) 
            without direction – some say call it tyranny 
    like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print, 
between the lines are 
wrinkled lies disguised as saints. 

I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging 
than black 
ones 
and yet this color classification 
by connotation is really all quite 
    problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect, 
repetition is a safety net for hesitation 

(in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) 

and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the 
    children of insecurity? 
And where do plural and singular meet gently 
in the middle, no longer 
bumping 
heads but wrapping one pinky around the other 
as infants do their play companions. 

I miss those days – the morning blinks 
    resounded 
only of optimism, ending neutral but never 
with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate 
between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and 
resonate pessimism all 
    along underneath in between 
    I long for happiness of young.

stream of consciousness 1.3 (formatted + deletes)

to stream myself in channel of thoughts, 
I write slowly to 
    ease patience, 

forgiving words should not be written, 
(only spoken half-breaths and impulsive decisions)

few corners I have not pushed, 
     told to push, I would much rather 
         wander palms pink nonetheless 
             call it tyranny 
         strike-through ancestors, 
between 
wrinkled lies saints. 

if white lies are not more damaging 
than black 
ones 
yet color classification 
is really quite 
     problematic, in retrospect retrospect
repetition is safety 

(perhaps real life) 

and hesitation the child of insecurities or 
     children of insecurity? 
where plural and singular gently
in the middle, longer 
bumping 
heads wrapping pinky the other 
infants do play. 

the morning blinks 
     resounded 
only of optimism, neutral never 
pessimism. These easier to fluctuate
shades of neutral 
resonate pessimism all 
     along underneath in between 
     I long for happiness young.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:56:00 -0700 rih-ruh-chin jawl http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/rih-ruh-chin-jawl http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/rih-ruh-chin-jawl

to be read in 4/4 meter

sheeesha sheeesha, saseesh, cys-stawf
oom-aw, oom-ah-lee-ah-aw, lay kawnd
awnt-ee uhn awnt-un-law
creeeeeees, mah law
rih, ruh-rih, ruh-chin-uh-fawn jawl

sheeesha sheeesha, sawn-cys, stawf law
oom-aw, oom-aw, lee-ahn, lay kawl
awnt-ee uhn awn-tahn luh peen joo aw sane
creeeees, mah sahn-ee uhn
rih-ruh-chin jawl

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:47:00 -0700 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

1

after balance collides,
dented effortlessly from gifts hidden in jewels,
kiss lover.
mingle naked 
over palates, quivering restless sins 
‘till universe veers westward. (e)xhale, 
yawn – 
zzz.

2

zurich’s yellow (e)xcrement, 
wilted victims under toil.
spilled rhythms
quenched 
palms, oh! – 
negligence, mirage
listlessly knived, 
jammed into heel.
givers following empty dungeons,
callous bit 
aloof.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:46:00 -0700 but http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/but http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/but

but they buried my jewels in the riverbed
and i have only once cared for rhinestones,
still never for pebbles.

but he spoke in tones too deep, soft and slow
for the shrill tongues of
war-song.

but i tried
to sing—

i hum
hum, hum.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:40:00 -0700 life of _______ http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/abc123autobiography http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/abc123autobiography

scarlet fever, tumbling among
fragile haystacks of life. a one-bedroom
apartment, preschool nocturnal, explorer of
unlit streets. detroit and dirtied songbirds, why
won’t you sing? curtain-capes of superwoman,
please let in the light! mud-slung tongues, brother
dearest, hold on tight.

hold tight! what ribboned delights of
green and a home to call own. ABC over
123, let the girl write poetry.

everything poetry.
or else scribbled
in the wrong
biography.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:36:00 -0700 not the charcoal fruit bowl http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/imaginary-still-lifes http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/imaginary-still-lifes

1
i close my eyes.
i see the unscrewed caps.
their empty counterparts.
three foaming mouths of thirst.

2
i close my eyes.
i see the single magnolia.
its lonely center, ripe with motherhood.
each unbirthed bouquet a
muted promise of company.

3
i close my eyes.
i see his wrinkled feet.
mismatched shoes on
the leather-skinned hands of
lions. combing the gold
from their manes. such raw splendors,
shy of a decade. in fear of
age, a mockingbird melody
we know ends
in silence.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:34:00 -0700 variations in [a] http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/internet-image-collage-poem http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/internet-image-collage-poem

Image_poem

 

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:02:00 -0700 a hay(na)ku or two http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/a-haynaku-or-two http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/a-haynaku-or-two

knocked
sunshine wide
into her gap-toothed

smile.
echo chamber
speak of how

he
loves ten
pruned fingertip plums

deep
easy purple
of good intention.

——

pride
meets self-pity:
loneliness, their lovechild.

——

I
have but
one for you

(pickled,
tin-canned)
‘tis mighty well

to
have asked
for the extra

——

now
is where
i am most

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 15:01:00 -0700 quoted: the not-so-funny http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/data-mining-poem-funny-quotes http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/data-mining-poem-funny-quotes

last night
i lay in bed
the stars thought to myself
where the heck is the ceiling
the only reason people get lost
is because the average man can
see better than
everyone

is entitled
to their own opinion
it’s yours that’s
there are no stupid
questions
just
people
learning how to throw and miss
the road

peacefully
like my grandfather
in an elevator

and the up button
peeing

the warm feeling
it brings.

 

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 14:57:00 -0700 what is the meaning of life? http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/google-search-poem-what-is-the-meaning-of-lif http://tiffanyenglshowcase.posterous.com/google-search-poem-what-is-the-meaning-of-lif

to the philosophical question (in general)
    why do you want to
know?

try and
get
    lately, the purpose of it all
a personal assistant
the iPhone
knows about a free online dictionary

soon you will understand
despite the venerable pedigree
God
    or isn’t there God

1 day ago
the Huffington Post said

enter what you want
sometimes
    you may, silly

admit it.

here
for the point of

it all

    revealed
whatever sorry apparently this

is derived

    from
    .

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