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	<title>Lovely Penguin</title>
	<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com</link>
	<description>poetry, prose and randomness</description>
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		<title>The bow</title>
		<description>The bow
By Marie Gordon

You had me spun
Around your finger
Tightly bound
Resisting your pull

A ribbon strand
Like a piece of floss
Tugging fast
To wind myself still

I feel your strength
Clenching my twine
Testing me
To see if I'm taught

I still hold fast
Wrapped around you
As if you 
Could tie my bow
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		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/the-bow/</link>
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		<title>Fortress</title>
		<description>The fortress
By Marie Gordon

I built my fortress
With mortar and brick
Stacking the tons 
Around me

Once I’d piled the walls
And sealed myself in
I waited inside
My stillness



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		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/fortress/</link>
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		<title>Spilt</title>
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Spilt
By Marie Gordon 
Will this poem write you out
As my pen pushes in 
And the ink seeps through
Will your soggy hands shrivel

When I fiercely dot my i
Will it startle your sleep
And as the word imbeds 
Will it pierce your calm pulse

When I shorten the words
Will they ...</description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/spilt/</link>
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		<title>my reel</title>
		<description>It's been a while...nevertheless I am still writing. Here is my newest poem, one that comes from a train of thought that plays on ideas of spectatorship, reality and the concept that reality can interact with what one might have perceived as 'story-book fantasy' through film. Hope you enjoy.
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		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/my-reel/</link>
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		<title>my kite tale</title>
		<description>My kite tale
By marie gordon

Tugging a white string
I scampered through the weeds
Chasing a swift menace 
As if wind had will

See how delicate
Those tiny toes splintered
Tumbling over sharp sticks
Smiling through the pain

Watching the kite fly
My plastic dream afloat
On God’s lofty blue sea
I could taste the rush

Begging for a breeze
Let my chariot ...</description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/my-kite-tale/</link>
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		<title>Bobbing</title>
		<description>Bobbing
By Marie Gordon

I was the sea turtle
That swam underneath you
As you drifted out
Into the churning waves

As your tippy toes searched 
For bottom I lingered
To see human hands
Buoyantly intertwine 

How pulsing tides toss you
How stubbornly you drift
And test these sharp waves
As though you summoned them

I dare you, bold humans
To untangle your ...</description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/bobbing/</link>
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		<title>Reptile charms</title>
		<description>Reptile charms
By Marie Gordon

Your cool breath hovers
Over shaking prey
Your deep voice whispers
Of gruesome fates

Green-eyed mirrors beam
Frames in shiny strands
Deriving smooth greed
From mousy sweats

And trembling beads drip
While glossy claws grin
How weak is the heart
That pulsates pleas

How strong is the smile
That breeds off cold flesh
Jagged and silky
The reptile’s charms </description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/reptile-charms/</link>
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		<title>Molting</title>
		<description>Molting
By Marie Gordon

You drag the razor
Over your face
And wriggle out
Of your saggy skin

With a sanguine smile
Your skin slithers
Your crow’s feet peel
Off into the sink

Twinkling green eyes grin
In the mirror
At shiny skin
And the musky smell 
Of new flesh

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		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/molting/</link>
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		<title>Hunter</title>
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Hunter
By Marie Gordon

I could smell you chirping
With lemur eyes
I could hear you cowering
With mousy ears

This forest reeks of you
With twinkling leaves
The bloody bark will dribble
So eerie still

How you scamper, rustling
Snapping branches
As you tumble into fate
With thumping heart

You are my sweet delight
With tender meat
Oh so delicately pierced
By the hunter </description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/hunter/</link>
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		<title>Taxidermy</title>
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Taxidermy
by Marie Gordon

I slide my knife
Under your fur
Silky and groomed
Sweet weasel

What will I make
Out of your pelt
Maybe a hat
Or a scarf

What do you think
Beady-eyed worm
How do you sleep
So soundly

Do you recall
Your last moments
Taut in my grip
Did you fear

How you squirmed
Little deer
In the headlights
Wide-eyed fiend

Weasel, you’ve stitched
Your final scheme
Woven and dried
Sweet ...</description>
		<link>http://www.lovelypenguin.com/index.php/taxidermy/</link>
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