Diversuality - Queer and Gender Playground

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

a matter of now
that all kinds of extension
are multples of
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juddarwin
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ultimate reality haiku 2
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multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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juddarwin

yes i have not stopped
watching venus rise out words
become daily prayers
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juddarwin

as; like the muse i
knew: no, used to read of
even if long after I
could read only wordsworth
as though but he, worthwhile;
like i did that juliet kid &
ophelia’s hamlet, without
moving elsewh…

Of sunshine i dream
when thoughts of You
enter my head

suddenly

without warning

working, i see You
in a field
Namaqualand daisies
Your carpet
You spinning
giddy
laughing BEAUTIFULLY

NO bird could sing the s…

day turns into night
night into day
pulse stopped blood coursed through your veins

we re present
re representations
signals noted
seen as/is text
in making / is text
each/each/ea . . . , perceptioning
text becoming / yes, is text
of perception in progress
more seeable than the book . …

As come visions to us, mobile,
then arranging into ranks/lines
like alpha beta arranged lines

you don’t see me grow from under your feet,
just sneaking up sideways and up, over
any way that light also can; moisture
and air… you feel but dampness but along
that other fungus, you don’t see;…

“is soo terribly well written…,”
must have been written to pattern
because i felt myself going thru’ all the stages again
being where the poem’s end leaves/left me probably
because that’s how it happens…

A stutter of need
Repressed idiosyncrasies
Truths unknown
Collectively shared with one

: Orwell’s Tasmanian rat-face Devil_ of
a rat, was! just beyond the short bars there -

A Beautiful Smile – By Nelle Thceh

Dr. Marvin Bronstein’s dental practice had blossomed. He had more patients than he could schedule. His family rarely saw him and he had no time for the spor…

So here I stand once more
The owner of an incumbent charm
Yet alone I dance
To that forgotten beat
With two left feet

A throng of eager hands applaud
My solitary status
Whilst seeking to denounce my solo h…

a passion to just bite
the apple, red,
the juices dripping:
there, now, to be dried (kissed)
and say, hello!

Unleash this beast
Yet yank By chain and collar
Gagging on mottled steel

I want to perceive every touch
of you/yours reaching t’your writing
before and that, as, what makes each
word’s coming-out of the closet
and take its place on the paper
so exactly so to be re…