My readings of my poems are what I’ve been recording.
Hopefully for you and others they’re the opposite of boring.
For those who might wonder how they’re spoken or sound:
http://zfthrimej.wordpress.com has links to where they’re found.
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At first, this entry’s title was unknown
until I chose Listeners to be the name of this poem.
Through their mind, a conflict tore.
They’re growing while remembering what happened before.
Pros, cons, priorities felt like they’re at war.
Elements and scenarios are being explored.
Trying to make the best call is at their core
along with the effects of a paramour.
where i go, my abode).
To find this slope is a high note.
Jinni Flow’s remote, more nuanced than a moat,
and with more color than a root beer float.
With more than one alcove and parts that are soaked,
it can project mist for it to be cloaked.
Waterfall and waves? Jinni Flow’s got both.
can dodge any damned threat.
Maybe it can swing on a branch that is slanted
(from a tree that is firmly planted).
Nuts may be scanned for or demanded
by a squirrel squeaking real candid.
Alternate line:
High is where it landed; it’s tough to understand it.
(on display) holds.
(perching like creatures with wings and beaks).
receive a stare. A sunset: they share.
loves a patient driver and makes a trip nicer.
knows the answer to “What is it?”
Near windshield wiper, a cat spots a driver. What that cat is thinking is not easy to decipher.
In front of windshield (near the steering wheel), a cat keeps it real and also can appeal.
Not only comfortable, but this cat seems loveable, thoughtful, wonderful, and cuddleble.
Mindful like an owl, like a tiger that can growl, hushed like silent vowel, this cat’s resting (before a prowl?).
When Deadlines Become Zombies 