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| WHO'S TO BE ABSENT FROM WHOM
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:51:34 AM | Who's to be absent from whom,
that's the rub
of love
as practised by the damned.
They've each perfected
the kiss
that leaves the other
unsatisfied,
the promise of passion
that dies
as soon as realized.
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| You can speak for hours with friends
Posted: 9/26/2006 6:17:08 AM | or you can speak
for ten minutes with your lover
about nothing at all
and come away refreshed
by the intimacy of it.
J. Newman © 18Sep06
And when you
speak our lives
you know how
to make us
listen.
Thank you. H | |
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| USE
Posted: 9/26/2006 1:29:14 PM |
And when you
speak our lives
you know how
to make us
listen.
What a wonderful, moving comment, Hortense! Thank you. What more does one want than to touch someone!
USE
What is the use of use
when we would be children
playing for anarchic joy?
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| WHY NOT?
Posted: 9/28/2006 2:47:14 AM | The first infidelity is the worst,
from which all others flow
like the milk of might-as-well.
Why not? first lifts us up,
then dashes us
on the rocks of if-only.
"Why not?" say the bored,
leaning over the beckoning sea
--and let go.
Why not? is in the eyes
of the eaten alive by the need
to be anything but what they are.
The damned are walking among us,
eating out of the same bowls.
Soiled
sheet by soiled sheet
they lie beside us
in our very arms, murmuring,
Why not? Why not? Oh, why not?
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| WHY NOT?
Posted: 9/28/2006 6:16:02 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^
That was amazing Jer........
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| WHY NOT?
Posted: 9/28/2006 6:55:32 AM | So it was good for you?  | |
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| WHY NOT?
Posted: 9/28/2006 3:05:20 PM | Alway's Dahling.....you know that
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| Hearts that are Looking for Profit
Posted: 9/28/2006 3:43:55 PM | Lambykins, you know how the fragile male...'ego' needs.... stroking!
Here's one I first-drafted today while waiting for my smoked-meat special at Dunn's "Famous:"
Hearts that are Looking for Profit
Some of us give and some of us take.
Some of us give, but it's more like a trade,
watching to see that we get in return
as much or a little bit more.
Some of us are capitalists at heart:
"Buy cheap; sell dear..."
Bottom-line hearts on a flat-line street.
J. Newman © 28Sep06 | |
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| Hearts that are Looking for Profit
Posted: 9/28/2006 9:06:11 PM | Words....
Thoughts...
I tried to send a note your way.
Your restrictions will not allow me to e-mail you....
Cheers
breathing | |
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| TO ZOE, AGE 6
Posted: 9/29/2006 4:44:52 AM | I've changed my settings. I can now receive your note. Hopefully it won't be infused with cigar smoke!
As I mentioned in my note to Goat, someone has been saying nice things about the two of you behind your backs and read several of your poems to me, to my great pleasure.
Here's one that I wrote for my daughter a long time ago:
TO ZOE, AGE 6
for Zoe
My darling, I love you
better than calico, better
than rhubarb wine
or the tickle
of spring on my ribs
as I sleep
and dream of the wind
that goes whoosh through the trees
as your presence
goes whoosh
through the rooms
of my heart and my house,
Gemini with the speed of light.
So quick are you, body
and mind, that you answer
me even before I speak,
my fingerling, my dart,
--calico, wine and spring of my heart.
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| TO ZOE, AGE 6
Posted: 9/29/2006 6:13:41 PM | Evening to you, Alyosha
Your poem is simply, elegant… “calico, wine and spring of my heart”
Thank you for your kind words! …. You said; someone was filling your mind with poems from us, they must have been under the influence. ;-)
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Snowberries in bloom
Simple pleasures shared by two
The movement of life
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Tried to send you mail, it would not go through ! | |
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| I love you more today
Posted: 10/2/2006 5:12:53 AM | I love you more today
than I did yesterday and less
than I will tomorrow,
for love cannot but borrow
from itself.
J. Newman © 30Sep06 | |
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| I am Losing Myself
Posted: 10/4/2006 5:43:13 AM | I am losing myself to myself
sexually, she thought. The downward
rush of her breasts
is carrying with it all confidence
in her femininity and without confidence
in herself, what woman
can get loved?
I said “loved,” she thought,
because any woman can get laid
here in downtown North America!
For the boys, every night
is Hockey Night in Canada:
He shoots! He scores!
Because - look - no one is minding the net.
J. Newman © 2006 | |
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| Carve Wisdom out of Stone
Posted: 10/10/2006 4:39:20 AM | Carve wisdom out of stone
if you can, or love
from an unwilling heart.
Put flesh back on bone
if you can, or restart
a fire that has gone out.
J. Newman © 2006 | |
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| Mouth to Mouth
Posted: 10/13/2006 4:05:28 AM | Mouth to mouth we will love each other,
perhaps, but for now, all that
is in the future, like a deck
of cards that has already been shuffled
once, twice, three times, but has yet
to be laid out. The cards have no secrets,
really, they are always hearts,
spades, clubs and diamonds, deuce
to ace, but it is the order
in which they will be played.
The order is everything!
J. Newman © 2006 | |
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| Somalia, 1992
Posted: 10/14/2006 8:55:56 AM | You are the messenger
no one has sent.
On your palm, there is nothing
but a hot grey smudge.
In the distance, among the lost and hungry children,
you see one face that is maimed
more than all the others.
But the child doesn't speak to you.
On your palm, there is nothing
but a hot grey smudge.
J. Newman © 14Oct06 | |
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| Another Dead Seal
Posted: 10/14/2006 10:23:48 AM | Another Dead Seal
I saw dead boy extolled today
on the pages of the Washington Post
Quiet-spoken and dedicated, they said.
Twice-medalled, repeat posthumously.
His lovingness: the falling down of a
body blanketing a tossed grenade.
His kin will hear of this other son
afterwards, in brotherly letters and calls.
SC © 2006 | |
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| Another Dead Seal
Posted: 10/14/2006 12:53:13 PM | The smile on Rumsfeld’s face
is confident, well fed,
and every tooth represents
one or two hundred thousand dead.
“You go to war,” he said,
“with the army you have”
and of course with the Secretary of Defense
and the President you have
and the objectives you have
–whatever they are.
Stuff happens...
J. Newman © 25Sep06 | |
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| Whats In A Number?
Posted: 10/14/2006 1:20:41 PM | What's in a Number?
A number:
cost of war
counting coup
missing sons
the notes in 'Taps'
lost work days
a hand, eye or foot
shot nerves and
nightmares replayed
prisoners of war
boot camps
angry slogans
mispent lives
prayers for a safe return | |
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| Whats In A Number?
Posted: 10/14/2006 2:11:44 PM | Numbers of the President's cabinet who served in the armed forces....
Numbers of men & women who have returned frim Iraq in caskets...
Numbers of lies that have yet to be told re the progress of the war...
Numbers of social programms that have been cut to pay for the war...
Numbers of days remaining until, hopefully, the Republicans are turned out of office... | |
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| There is a conversation
Posted: 10/16/2006 5:02:32 AM | There is a conversation I would like to take up
but of course being a conversation,
it requires an other. That is not to say
someone who is alien to me but who is
other than me. Lacking that other
I’m reduced to monologue,
which is not at all the same.
In a monologue, even if I were to divide
the parts of myself in two, both sides
would be right. And wrong...
Speak to me, Other, for without you I
am not even me... I am Allmen, Everyman,
that is to say, no one...
J. Newman © 16Oct06 | |
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| You take to writing poetry
Posted: 10/18/2006 5:24:03 AM | You take to writing poetry the way
others take to booze, for something to do
while the long day drips by,
sticky minute by sticky minute
or to still that inner voice
that keeps yammering at you:
You effed up again!
You loser! Incompetent! Ingrate!
It’s no wonder that Suzie,
Edward, Bill, Jean, etcetera, etcetera,
etcetera left you! That all those idiots
at work get more money and promotions
than you do! Time
to write another poem...
J. Newman © 18Oct06 | |
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| At night, you struggle against sleep
Posted: 10/20/2006 4:42:37 AM | Some people have faces
you don’t want to encounter
in dreams. Every sin
they committed, every injustice
committed against them
is there on the surface,
boiling and demanding redress.
Their faces accuse you
of having been happy, or worse,
of being happy now,
of having been loved
of having eaten well...
At night, you struggle against sleep.
J. Newman © October 20, 2006 | |
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