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Posted: 10/28/2009 8:34:46 PM | chomskian...glad you made it home safely....oh, the countryside must have been remarkable...but 'there is no place at home'...remember, all actions come from thought!!
axeman...ohhhhhhh...i LOVE the smell of creosote!!...yeah, i hear it's might nippy down there!..hey, when was you new pix taken??
i like it!
seasons change
once again
as autumn
slips into
but a
memory
of childhood
knowing
today i
create my
memories
for tomorrow
and ever after
(wish i could write this in a spiral....i think i will..by hand!!) | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/29/2009 7:45:44 AM | I feel guilty
if my passed loved ones
do not cross my mind...
seems like I'm drifting back in time
failing to see
that the thing they did leave
was a legacy
through me
and I've nothing else to do
but make them proud.
But I like the feeling I get when I think of the good times
and I like the sensation of them holding me one more time
now, at this moment, it makes me sad
but other times I know I have
a guided hand steadying my aim
a shoulder to lean on
when I've no one else to blame
but myself
from myself
I deal with every day
but it's not guilt
just praise
for I feel their lessons
every day
as I act out
try to decide
the absolute difference
between wrong and right
whether or not passion is allowed
or perhaps romantic fury
selling one's soul away
I'd never be in such a hurry
for a soul is a blossoming flower
every spring you smell their beauty
they fall on the earth in swarms and dustings
to sail away again, as a seed
in another's life
filling the need
then floating away
to be remembered one day
for as long as I remember it
I will always find comfort | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 6:08:23 AM | Hiya Rose!!
Sun rays always shine
when your in mind
warming all the sense's to be alive
Hearts beating stronger
It's your magical gift!
Love Ya, still "Breathing In, and Smiling Out"!!!! hugs and kisses | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 5:00:15 PM | You foolish bean
sprouting and thriving as if
winter's not around the corner
random tubers, lush tops
bristling white hairs
shooting from the black earth
Fat nightcrawlers here and there
not enough to go fishing
but enough to tell you
my ground is fertile
wildly sporadic fronds
toss the wind under my door
short, stable, evergreens
cast shadows upon the floor | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 4:21:01 AM | udiah...lovely poem there...enjoyed your post...
sarah, i often feel that our loved ones who have passed would rejoice in us living our life..i too feel i have a couple ofguardian angels gently nudging me along because i couldn't have ended up where i am without them (yes, i am a lucky lady!)
hammy...i moved!! i promise i will call you...hugs, kissess, more hugs, more kisses...i think of you often..you are soooo beautiful!!
he told me
i must harvest
my garden
tonight
if i don't
it belongs
to puca
(tomorrow
is his day)
today i will
pull carrots
cut chard
pick tomotoes
pull leeks
and prepare
for winter's garden | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/2/2009 9:41:34 PM | You said you had a new tattoo
And took another sip of coffee
How smug you are sometimes
And I think how much you
Look like your father
And how much you really don't
And how you don't seem to act like him
But then again, you do...
Your eyes are his
And his are yours
You said the little princess
When she lost her hair to chemo
Wanted to give everyone tattoos
And got upset when you arrived
And she couldn't find yours.
You told her not to worry and that
One she’d draw on your arm
Would be every bit as good
Maybe better
She drew
"It will be there
long after she's gone?"
"I wish not, but it will."
He smiled and shook his head
Said how much this all sucks
Held his arm up for me to see
"More coffee?"
"Yeah.
Why don't you have any cream?"
L | |
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Posted: 11/3/2009 2:55:07 AM | luri...your words hold such weight...thank you for your post
bittersweet taste
lingers on lips
floating in
pain together
stroking her heart
feeling at ease
for the briefest
while
until she sees this
lingering moment
take flight again | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/3/2009 5:01:43 AM | slight revision now that i am awake for the day!!
bittersweet taste
lingers on lips
floating in
pain together
stroking hearts
feeling at ease
for a little while
until
lingering
moment
takes flight again | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/11/2009 3:24:14 PM | rain stings my face
can we go home now
back to the place
of our youth somehow
road's washing out
a landslide it seems
has muddied and sullied
all of our dreams
did the sun used to shine
more of the time
or do I so pine
for a fantasy clime
memories fade
of childhood storms
and the passage of time
deflects and deforms
a child of mine
with concern on his face
requests of me
my life to retrace
do I tell of malaise
and of easy wins
or do I reveal
the scars on my shins
like that would prepare
for hard rains to come
you're on your own son
because we were dumb | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/11/2009 4:00:46 PM | when lili first learned
to print her name,
a lovely sweep & curl
of letters on newsprint,
like zen masters
brushing ink on rice paper,
her dad, my son, had the image
tatooed over his heart.
we draw on skin now
but the image won't last
like ink brushed on rice paper.
i watched nigel szeto, years ago,
tap his brush in a dish of ink
and hold it poised above
the paper skin. suddenly,
like lili writing her name,
he brushed out a dark raven
standing tall and impassive
among bamboo stalks
looking over her shoulder at us.
lili is older now.
she prints her name
like she was told to print
on lined, pure white paper,
then she comes home,
rushes to the closet
to find her tablet
with soft gray paper
and her felt tip pens
to draw her name,
and ravens,
and images of her dad
looking at her. his shirt
is unbuttoned. the tatoo
on his chest is beautiful
and sad. he puts the sadness
back in the closet
and kneels next to lili,
grabs a black felt tip pen
and beautifully
writes out "lili."
she laughs. he is happy.
and i settle back in my rocker. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/11/2009 4:11:25 PM | Hot House Flowers #1
there was something about the smell;
the house was exhaling something that
grew the young girls like hot house flowers
and swelled them at the same time like a bloated corpse
but I cursed my necrophilia like a guilty catholic and
enjoyed the beautiful blooms
and somehow I left behind
a seed of me
TJJ | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 4:36:29 AM | gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...wow!
what joy to see the words here of 3 distinct, talented men...
axeman..i felt your words...your last line caught me off guard~
lipo..lovely image of lili and her beautiful name...(and your rocker!)
tjj...wow...seductively perverse (could that be your new nick!)...your last line made me smile..
thank you gents...thank you... | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 12:42:58 PM | we're children
if we remove the mask
take off our newsprint clothes
and let ourselves go.
lili reminds me of that.
the sun today reminds me
as it plays off the sea waves
at the church beach.
i became a father
and drove the island school bus
after i'd decided to not have children,
to be a jungian analyst. dreams.
my son, the kids on the bus,
and now lili sing to me
over and over again
with their laughter, and
when i forget to laugh
they help me to laugh,
to be a child again. | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 5:27:04 AM | udiah..your few words say so much..thank you for your post (apologize for overlooking you there)
lipotufu..
closing eyes
i see sun
dancing
upon water
pebbles
in secret beauty
and me
simply being
again | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 11:50:51 AM | I shouldn't be ashamed of the thoughts
that flow through my mind
indeed a few professors
aren't much above me in time
and I've always been an oddball
so this quaint need
really shouldn't bother me
perhaps just lessons of old
restricted boundaries
you cannot cross
teach you to act
in a particular manner
but time passes and people graduate
really don't think I'd ever hate
to grab a beer
and perhaps finally understand
whatever it was they were saying
when I was lost in thoughts of sin... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/13/2009 2:40:03 PM | sarah ..... your poem
is a lovely poem
because of the truth
and the possibility inside,
inside the poem
and your heart.
our bodies
and physical intimacy
aren't sins.
stealing
when your family is hungry
isn't a sin.
simplicty isn't a sin,
but poverty is .....
poor people aren't the sinners,
the folks who bring poverty to them
are the sinners.
i don't know if there is anything
left in me
that i wouldn't share
openly.
the dominant sin
inside our selves
and in our communities
is that we should not hurt anyone
intenionally,
especially kids.
be well.
be beautiful.
love yourself.
love life.
make love.
and then sing ..... | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 9:31:59 PM | when I was lost in thoughts of sin...
i thunk, dear heart. twas born human-
those thoughts may hold the key
to more than what is taught.
i hope some day you see what i
was unfortunate to see and yet
lucky as hell
and just as well....
we meet god between our synapses
perhaps few can feel alive at 40 HZ
without the terror of outrageous
carnal leaps of faith so deep.
it is here we cannot feel- what rules
is marketed is closure -not of love
control your mind what man conspire to own
and live with hel on earth- weep
***************
from a five year old boy:
Sesame Street lies. They say diversity is
a wonderful thing, but what they really mean
is that just because I can see their lies
doesn't mean that they can't make me be
just
like
them.
Ah...
nighty night... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/14/2009 9:57:36 AM | sarah, lipo, luri...thank you for your posts...i have thoughts about 'lost in thoughts of sin'...but am still in the afterglow of leonard cohen's concert last night...
so i will return, not thinking of sin...but the ecstasy sharing our body and soul bring...but for now let me share this meager offering...
lc
dapperly dressed
in fedora and fine threads
raised on toes
collapsing to knees
sliding, gliding
forever seducing
with soulful depth
Extraordinary
does not begin
to describe
the man
as we surrender
to his song | |
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Posted: 11/15/2009 5:06:29 PM | may i rot in hell
for breaking silly rules
for celebrating
instead of getting mad
for thinking
sex isn't naughty
(but rather quite nice)
may i rot in hell
may i rot in hell
may i rot in hell
(yep...feeling a little frisky tonight...and i don't mean cat food!!!) | |
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Posted: 11/15/2009 5:19:50 PM | somehow methinks
we found heav'n not hel
humanity instead of
dread and humility
a bridge perhaps tween
earth and the universe
no secrets to hide
only wonders to tell
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/15/2009 6:03:33 PM | i am nectarines
in a cup of flesh.
i am clouds
as real as flesh.
i am hope
dancing quietly
on mist.
i am beauty
dancing with the pulse
of my bare feet
on the wooden floor
of life. i am sadness
at the edge of the lake
in the opal light
of the simple moon.
i am a spring flower
accepting your tongue.
i am a warm summer day.
i am the sweet amber light
of alder leaves
in autumn.
i am the soft, white flakes
of winter snow
coming to rest
simply
on your breast.
i am all of life.
life is me.
we are life.
let's dance. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 11/17/2009 2:18:40 PM | Can't even remember
why I felt the need to write
so often something stirs me
that I wonder deep inside
if sensitive beings will ever have a place
In this violent tumble of hustle and waste
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Short term memory loss
in small increments
can erase
and entire day...
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so now I'm stuck on the song again
as if it will ever produce
I've written a few
always in denial
of the truest calling
I've never known...
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The moment is gone
frustration ended
small little blurbs
as the glory descended
upon my life
If I remember it right
it was something about Jesus
not being a socialist
and something about him having
dark skin and eyes
like the very ones
that haunt me in the night
or it could have been about distracted people
and how we are always searching for something more
I discovered today
that I like abrupt changes
no need to creep up on
just smile and get them done...
so I'm smiling
at you
inside me
when I laugh | |
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