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    dots Submission Name: THIS IS ONLY A TESTdots

    Author: paulie d
    Elite Ratio:    4.35 - 286/326/105
    Words: 387
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       another day of enlightenment
    last summer

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    dotsTHIS IS ONLY A TESTdots

    this is only a test
    they say
    that money talks
    bullshit walks

    well i am walking today
    cause my wallet
    does not have anything to say

    it has been a good day
    words on paper
    to look back on

    subject a fave of mine

    street scenes
    a park day
    magic acts
    jugglers of consequence

    children running
    dogs under your feet
    squirrels right in your face

    crazy beggars with cups
    shouting about anything
    a toret stricken
    protest popping
    psychosis driven
    at night drifting
    street sleeping
    even though an unsafe bed waits
    mothers fucker
    can think of yelling about

    the tilted head of a
    puzzled looking child
    is for now his only audience

    it was a smiling day
    a foot tapper

    a chance to feel
    the music's notes
    played out loud
    by some young
    inventive souls
    of the future
    strung out on the next right note to play on to

    for the people in the park
    for the future children of the dark

    the magicians
    face contorts
    as he waves his hands
    halting at a clap
    where a surprising large
    puff of red smoke appears
    turning heads diverting attentions
    stopping the strides of the hell bent
    to make it through on the short cut ticket
    swearing to not be distracted this day by the antics
    of the otherwise not of the corporate minded schedule



    who for most part at least turn their heads
    stop in their tracks to look on in amazement
    as the black tuxedo with the surreal tails seem to be on fire

    an act of his i have seen before
    for him it always turns out to be a score

    juggle headed morons
    tossing large knives around

    then showing off their skills they add
    fire sticks
    while bouncing balls off the ground

    bounce away
    tragedy of fingers, fires and disappointment shows for nothing in their hat today

    i am without
    yet i have more paulie d 6/04

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      Being from the Chicago area and having worked in the Loop I found this particularly evocative of the swirling street sights in all its glory and nuttiness. The syllabic beat of this poem is thrilling, as are the assonanic (is that even a word?) stones skipping across the water. You've achieved a rich blend here, in a voice, both sardonic and honest, and rendered it with such humanity that I can only say:

    | Posted on 2005-04-11 00:00:00 | by Vancrown | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow Im impressed with the way you write. I love the free style...It was a smiling day, a foot tapper day. I get great imagery from my own head with those two minimilist lines. The art of true poetry, say little provoke many thoughts. Im adding this to my favs co s i love it!
    | Posted on 2005-03-29 00:00:00 | by elephantasia | [ Reply to This ]
      What a delight to take this walk with you. We don't usualy see such things in Detroit, at least not mixed right in with the "corporate minded schedule" of a bustling city. The images are vivid. I see this scene in my head. It almost reminds me of a beach I visited in Barbados, where it seemed there were tourists and then everybody else, and everybody else wanted our attention. Everybody was trying to sell something - boat rides, jet skis, weed, jewelry, face-painting, etc.

    Ultimately, though you have no money to talk for you, you manage to say a lot. You have the power of observation and the ability to translate from head to paper. And you prove that here.
    | Posted on 2005-03-10 00:00:00 | by deadndreaming | [ Reply to This ]

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