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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Michael Baribeaut
Pheromones
I heard my heart roar
When I breathed in her hair
The scent of fresh water breezes,
Its breakers on warm sandy beaches
Ablaze with the color of her curls.
BIO: Michael Lee Baribeau (Bear-rib-bow), aka Woeisme. Born 1964 in and still a resident of Michigan, USA. Presently living in the small rural town of Coral with my recently wedded wife Dawn who is expecting with our first child due March 2001. I've worked in my family's jewelry repair business, I affectionately call the "Family Curse", as a bench jeweler over the past 18 years. I also moonlight as a professional videographer taping weddings, lectures, and the like.
I have always enjoyed listening to music and reading poetry but a few years ago I had an epiphany. I actually heard for the first time what a violinist was trying to emote in his performance which truly moved me to the point of shouting aloud, "I get it!" (it was a recording thankfully:-) After that I started having a deeper understanding of metaphors of what poets were trying to express as well. Now I no longer enjoy these arts- instead they are a passion!
If you'd like to comment/critique my stuff or want to trade favorite poems email me at, mikedawn@pathwaynet.com
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