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		<title>Enchanted Summer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:46:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He touched her in a way that
filled her, making her feel
as though she would explode
into a million pieces of paper
confetti.
Then he kissed her –
ever so gently –
causing her to release
a sigh as soft as a
feather.
And as he turned to leave
and descended the stairs,
she floated into the night
on an infinite sky,
sprinkled with tiny bubbles.
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		<title>hills of bees and wine</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/10/04/hills-of-bees-and-wine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:04:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[in the bed of the grapevine I fall and I sleep together
by coincidence recollecting idols of visiting women
sexual tonalities of loving memory of broken leaves
grapes and wine and coloured limbs
seen as veins metaphors of spirals wants
intoxicated Dionysian measuring loneliness
of absent paths soft brown body sand-coloured
their secret or line of surf a fragrant touch
besieged as the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:17:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dream horses into the opium of sleep
an avalanche of motion
killed by the painted sky
back to you sarcokisses
i am falling from the clouds
wings shrouded in blue
the darkened sand of the breaking wave
eludes me revealing the boundless plain.
deeply immersed in your bed of linen
i am vanishing demolished
bodies skinned as epiphanies
until the great storms of nightmare
down the gentle [...]]]></description>
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		<title>in the land of lystrygones</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/10/04/in-the-land-of-lystrygones/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:13:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[modern castaway i am travelling with seven tourist virgins
to Ithaca the island of such Homeric fame
blind the storm winds blind the moist rain
blind also I am a naval Tiresias
from long life wasted in the lands of cyclops and lystrigones
returning sweet is my return before the dawn enters
sand is smooth hearing the sea absorbing all her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Beautiful Struggle</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/10/04/a-beautiful-struggle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 14:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katalyn Louis Parks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wanted nothing,
I wanted you,
And this spoiled brat got
What was coming to.
All I want from you
Is mutuality.
Turns out it&#8217;s hard for you
To simply notice me.
A snake is what you are,
Sneaky, emotionless,
You suck me of life.
It&#8217;s always me to clean up your mess.
My sweet addiction?
The addiction part,
Not of you, but of me;
Addicted to breaking my own [...]]]></description>
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		<title>tired of being a bullet</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/09/27/tired-of-being-a-bullet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rick Belden</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[masculine psychology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[men's poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[psychospiritual]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rick belden]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[scapegoat's cross]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m tired of being a bullet
I wanna be a butterfly.
I&#8217;m tired of trying to hit targets
I wanna float
meander
get there when I get there
stop for snacks
pull over and take a nap
absorb the local color
check out some flowers
see the sights.
I&#8217;m tired of aim and speed and straight lines
I wanna let the wind take me where it takes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>when the crickets hasitate</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/09/08/when-the-crickets-hasitate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mystic
breaths
of sea-scent
a soft sand
fluttering
and the moon sinks
into the depths
of my hidden veins
If you see metaphors
to bloom like
a path into the mirror&#8217;s reflection
is my drops of blood
that crafts shining leaves
blossomed at night
when I close my eyes
as the wind blows away my mind
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		<title>Gothic Souls</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[gothic angels live in the wind
their hearts empty in cathedral domes
with company of oblique curved devils
in a glass menagerie
with rosemary flowers on their hair
eyes of moon -glow of cursed opals
and bloodstones
untouched and pure emerald golden
passionless bodies ethereal of fallen angels
with mirages of rainbows
i write my next poem on their skin
rubbing their bones gently
their carnal fields [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dreaming Hydra island</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/09/08/dreaming-hydra-island/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nick_lisgaris</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[dream let me dream
the small sky that suddenly expands ..oh it expands to new sky sea like horizons
I give you only a glimpse..I am tired and i am ready to go to sleep to see the rest
like dreaming&#8230; in hydra isle to see the rest like dreaming&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;
going from kalimnos the sponge island
to Patmos the holy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Thoughts On You</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/08/23/my-thoughts-on-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:38:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katalyn Louis Parks</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://publicliterature.org/?p=915</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[He said: &#8220;You&#8217;ll never know the pain
Of unrequited love&#8221;
That lying, cheating idiot,
Off come the gloves.
This is what I dream about,
That you mean what you say,
Isn&#8217;t it sad that my fantasy
Is truth, and that you&#8217;ll stay?
I mean, other girls, they dream about
So much more than this.
And a little bit of security,
Wouldn&#8217;t go a miss.
And you&#8217;ve the [...]]]></description>
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