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Please do look up Anna Pavlova, the ballarina, for the full story of this piece. Gazelle, Giselle Gazelle was beautiful and shy. I saw her moving in the woods alone, elegance against the roughened bark of lodge-pole pines, graceful as Pavlova. Dressed in transverse tiger stripes alive before the mos...

Confessions #11 This won't be easy on you, hell it wasn't for him. He clean lost track the number of times been born. And each time more squealful than the last. Ouch! Cut him open, count the rings -- astonishin' Dumbo still sings louder than a mountain roar or ocean blast and all the time a fear o...

Advent Last night, I dreamt of monsoon rain. I dreamt the road ran with currents of the storm. The air burned red and sang with dust. A flood came that broke down my door, took my car, my keys, my books, overturned my small accessories, earrings, cash and shoes, shattering like an army through my h...

yawns when you realise they really do love playing golf and waxing loquacious about bad wine and wailing and maybe being a baby about an underdone steak, and you can't utter, re: their putter, one syllable, and that everything you hold dear is, to them, killable. I like this. I think I understand i...

Rob, This is good. It feels very polished. There are two little bits that might be worth thinking about though: at covert things I could not see; her fey ear caught what I could not. to her fey ear caught what mine did not. Otherwise, you've got 'could not' being repeated. And I can't quite find th...

I'll echo the general positive comments. I like the subtle but clear ballet theme - very appropriate - and in particular She rose upon her ballet toes Just a couple of points: I actually quite like the ending so suddenly—/I thought I heard the vacuum/............. clap . It portrayed to me the spee...

Liked this too...nice job :D One thing I am unsure of - is the following line ¨at covert things I could not see;¨ I realize it kinda fits with the line that follows...(her fey ear caught what I could not.) But to me its unecessary, not sure if it's a pleonasm or a tautology - whatever it is , it ju...

I think this is good - however, I don't think that the last verse is up to the same standard as the first two. The first line is fine, but lines 2 & 3 let it down in my opinion. dilated eyes ranged the woods, twigs snapped and she was gone away - it just seems little too predictable. I don't me...

Robert, I really like this - trust the French to spoil the conceit by refusing to call their gazelles "giselles" :) Like David, I am struggling with the ending: is the "vacuum" the silence (presumably clapping with one hand)? For some reason I am guessing that you are a fan of R...

Robert, I really like this - trust the French to spoil the conceit by refusing to call their gazelles "giselles" :) Like David, I am struggling with the ending: is the "vacuum" the silence (presumably clapping with one hand)? For some reason I am guessing that you are a fan of R...

I really like this, Robert - is "giselle" actually the French word for gazelle, or is it just a bit of clever wordplay? Nice Pavlova reference, although if you wanted to be really brave you could also try to incorporate the meringue dessert meaning of the word. To describe the movement of...

Hey Rob Great crit from Dave, which I do agree with. It's a good piece though, good title, punchy. Like it a lot, as Dave said, I think it would be one of those little sparkling gems that you come across in a collection which jolt you're brain. Very memorable. Nicely done. Beau x Well, what can I s...

Yeah - I enjoyed this... Is there meant to be a comma ,after; beauty ? The flow is sweet - I am unable to see the the connection to both parts though... But that's probably just me :mrgreen: Nice job :lol: Thank you, Merlin for that very nice reply! Well, I had a comma to start with, but then decid...

It's a fun little piece, but feels a little rootless by itself. Saying that, it reminds me of a good poem I read once where the poet simply cherry picked a dedication from a graveyard and stuck it in his collection. You do a bit more than that obviously, and whilst the last line does have a rather ...

i'd be curious to know what this is a dedication for. i like the final couplet, although the initial "and" seems unnecesary and spoils the meter. other than that, this is so short and sweet there's not much to dislike: however, the "soul-mate" idea is very worn indeed (1.3 milli...

Gazelle was beautiful and shy. I saw her moving in the woods alone, elegance against the roughened bark of lodge-pole pines, graceful as Pavlova. Dressed in transverse tiger stripes alive before the mossy greens, she stared with deep intent at covert things I could not see; her fey ear caught what I...

I wonder. I wondered, yet found nothing. Motion is a guide, so trust the projection, trajectories are fatal but each phase has a new ignition; I am born, I will be born, I will be dead, I will be born, I am born, I will be born, I will be dead. A cosmic discharge, and as such all honesty, all being...

I -- fraternising with a mugwump that never takes it all too literally, possessing though knows not how to utilise both sides of the equation though homogenous know not what makes one of the other. Sniff for serenity, he says. All for the want of not needing. An incognito consumer addling in value ...

She sits, tries to brush away the time that built those bumps and furrows, furtive and slow. The mirror’s face is no longer smooth vellum, freshly stretched, but an old sand-cracked papyrus replete with history drawn in timeworn demotic that she reads like braille, fingers trembling. Slowly tracing...

This is rough and written as i cannot settle my mind. Night, night all. In chapel should my feet remove themselves into another room; I'll win. I loved the boy with the thick thick cock his life a gun trained on his mind who dared to like a world which only billed him for his violence. Bramber 3, a...

It is a beautiful evening in Burbank, California. You are wearing tights, yellow ones - seagull legs; a spiffy little cape. Your gloves look like your father's driving gloves. You are the boy wonder, masked apprentice to a master crime buster. Holy novitiate, Batman. The California starlight creeps...

I don't know if you folks tolerate this kind of stuff on this forum, just tell me if you don't! The following manuscript was found by Professor Bogus Letterfinder at Aardvark University. He claims that it was glued to the inside of a matchbook cover, dated 1830, the outside of which read, “Send in o...

Gidday Robert A horse goes into a bar. The barman looks at him and asks "Why the long face?". BOOM BOOM. Seen a few of these in the UK. Nice use of language. I didn't get the 1999 reference either. Cheers Dave Aha! That explains the old joke. thankyewso much! I just googleeyed at White Ho...

Grandad had a photograph - one of two - an aborigine in chains surrounded by his wives. A king, he said. (The other was a ghost of his mother-in-law.) Ian lived on our veranda for a while. A Boys’ Own dream made of balsa wood, paper with paint (the glue). Bloody knuckles, smell of castor oil and et...