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Hello, I was wondering if someone knew if a poem that had a tower that they could give me or direct me to. If it was a tower and about city that would be even better. Here is my contribution for today. I saw a bluebird today.
Bluebird
Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Bluebird
Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
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Date: 2008-11-15 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-15 09:44 pm (UTC)"This Tower of Sun"
by J.V. Cunningham
There is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
is the denial of my hearing
the sounds I should.
There is no vision in this glade,
This tower of sun revealing
The timbered scaffoldage is stealing
Essence from the shade.
Only my love is love's ideal.
The love I could discover
in these recesses knows no lover,
is the unreal,
The undefined, unanalysed,
unabsolute many,
it is antithesis to any,
in none comprised.
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Date: 2008-11-15 11:50 pm (UTC)Awesome!
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Date: 2008-11-16 02:41 am (UTC)