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sky of a thousand faces
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
sky of a thousand faces In the sky of a thousand faces, the night is young. Grounded, with a blanket beneath me, I watch the night stars sh..
lost birds on an empty continent
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
Lost Birds on an Empty Continent Bird eyes rain the hazel nut tears of global warming Man makes his own weather reports. In the future c..
i am afraid for the orange mums
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
I Am Afraid For The Orange Mums I am afraid for the orange mums outside my door. They believe they are the sun. They believe the cruel cold..
The Apple Eater
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
The Apple Eater You peel an apple in one long perfect strip. It seems strange here, in the neon of a bar, to see the whole fruit nude on th..
Jake\'s Farm
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
Jake's Farm A woman of the world tipped your good hand. You almost bought an island in the sand. A shore of lips had opened to your own. A..
all my kisses on the heavy stairs
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
all my kisses on the heavy stairs goodbyes wrestle from my lips. they form a wave of kisses from my hand. too often I have loitered on ..
Secret Morning
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
all over the world we enjoy secret mornings.
a turn in the tide
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
A Turn in the Tide You, in a speedy coat, urge the constellations of your past into hollow echoes. I speak of Brazil & Charleston &..
Frank Is Here To Visit
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
I guess this is not exactly poetry..but Frank really is here & this is a tribute to him.
the girls in my city
A Poem by
Phibby Venable
the girls in my city the girls in my city laugh and the men are all strippers and the night never turns into the morning they had meant..
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