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| Snapshots: 22 July, 2009
Posted: 7/22/2009 1:15:24 PM | A sad-faced neighbourhood woman
goes by, today without her large black dog.
“Bonjour,” I say with a smile.
“Bonjour,” she replies, but without a smile.
I remind myself that her son,
or one of her sons, not long ago,
hung himself. | |
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| Snapshots: 22 July, 2009
Posted: 7/23/2009 10:48:42 PM | Aloysha...how does she still walk?
May this caring you offered
lessen for just one minute
her fervent pain. | |
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| Pummeling
Posted: 7/24/2009 8:24:10 AM | It's very nice...I like the flow of it...I might post mine later today...look for it :) | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/24/2009 9:21:07 AM |
Aloysha...how does she still walk?
May this caring you offered
lessen for just one minute
her fervent pain.
She walks, perhaps, like someone for whom it would be impossible to sit still. | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/26/2009 6:12:04 PM | she could never sit still
her counter needed something
the plants were dying from dust
the floor could not be walked on
she knew the frogs were apparently disappearing
but...she could not be still.
Movement that defends her from
an abyss that she will never enter
Why? Let her continue to (never) be still. | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/28/2009 7:00:39 AM | He shuffles out to the morning Tribune
sitting in a broken tube with faded letters on the side
the sun shines on the pavement
with a short arthritic limp he sorts yesterday into today
discarding coupons and Sunday flyers in the recycle bin at the foot of the driveway
black coffee and section C is where he starts
he doesn't want to end up in the obits
so he will skip page two | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/28/2009 8:12:53 AM | I love this
He shuffles out to the morning Tribune
sitting in a broken tube with faded letters on the side
the sun shines on the pavement
with a short arthritic limp he sorts yesterday into today
discarding coupons and Sunday flyers in the recycle bin at the foot of the driveway
black coffee and section C is where he starts
he doesn't want to end up in the obits
so he will skip page two
for the quiet, uninvasive observation of this man & his routine. Of course "he doesn't want to end up in the obits" has that powerful underlying meaning. | |
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| Stuff Happens
Posted: 7/28/2009 9:28:40 AM | There once was a man, who was fickle.
He smiled at every skirt, he liked to watch them giggle.
He wasn't comin' or goin.
Showed no signs of slowing.
For his grave in the night he would dig.
I tried to warn him, stop your lustin' instead eat a fig.
He ran the other way, and tried on new women each day.
Uh-hoh, I get the call.
In the hospital he took after a fall, his head in bandages, his arm in a sling.
He didn't remember his name, his didn't remember a thing.
So the morale of this story, is believe in the sanctity of others.
In other words, It NOT Good to have so many LOVERS.
You may be on top on day...thinking your the cat's "Meow".
You may be in the hospital the next, wondering what "hit" you and how could this happen to you? Somehow?
So treat your friends with love and kindness and how you want to be treated.
Don't be a jerk, because "people" will get "defeated".
Make sure you choose to honor, cherish and trust.
You don't want to end up in a "pine" box do you??? Like my friend, Russ.
Written by: Janet Eve Kirk
copywritten @2009    | |
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| Stuff Happens
Posted: 7/28/2009 4:08:46 PM | For, after a certain distance, every step we take in life
we find the ice growing thinner below our feet,
and all around us and behind us
we see our contemporaries going through.
Life is so like a little strip of payment over an abyss. - Virginia Woolf | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:31:07 PM | I watched your face as you slept
traced the outline in my mind
wished it indelible
etched the sweet repose
and the memories of before
so that I could conjure up
anytime
the deep forever feeling
when I thought you
were mine
you are almost gone
daybreak
leave my heart
on the way out. | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/29/2009 1:31:58 AM | I watched as you said
your face dripped outright
I tried to cup it in my hands
and savour it
as it dripped from above
and return it
to you
as I was able to rescue it
nothing ever leaves inside
empty
as empty as this
so that is how it started out
and what ever replaced it
filled partially
or incrementally was all new
and light
it became coppery | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/29/2009 7:41:17 AM | All of this is splendid, but these lines in particular
nothing ever leaves inside
empty
as empty as this
are heart-breaking! | |
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| Snapshots
Posted: 7/29/2009 11:51:51 PM | thanks ali I have had a difficult life at times, but rewarding life, and I agree being empty is what you say, thanks again,
chaocito | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 7/31/2009 12:45:42 PM | A woman rolls up
in a mammoth, tomato-red
Mustang convertible,
nothing but her head visible
behind the steering wheel,
like a loose piece of popcorn
facing a tsunami | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/1/2009 11:47:54 PM | a we-moan gestures whilst holding a glass of pomegranite in her left hand,
one of them is sick
he sheds heat and sweats
finds it up stairs to place it and himself
she causes it too
then becomes a nurse really
before she was a forester a student of dirt water sky
take yourself away at this moment so as not to
infect
could not that time later stood it out till morning then took the sled down hill | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/2/2009 12:07:44 AM | Nietzsche has made a very modern statement about value. What forms
relations? It is the imagination, the power of the imagination, which acts
'unconsciously' in a way to form relations. Otherwise the consciousness of
the slave would be ephemeral, or a temporary illusion, a pure fiction of
feeling. The slave consciousness would dissappear in the complete absence of
the master; but both are illusions, or in some sense, life enhancing
illusions about prudence, or practical things in general | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:07:53 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:10:11 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:10:52 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:12:40 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:14:53 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:15:40 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:17:46 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:20:01 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:21:15 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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