| Give what you got!
Posted: 12/15/2006 10:08:07 AM |
"for ted"
would like to hear
more about that
Thanks for caring. The most I’m comfortable saying is that he died 26 years ago - like, yesterday, in somewhat mysterious circumstances. Oh yes, I was writing poems for children at the time and thought I was getting glib. Vowed that the next one I wrote would have to come from some place deeper, and as if my imagination was my best friend, out popped:
I Wish Aunt Emily Were Back at Home
I wish Aunt Emily were back at home.
She went away about a month ago.
She said she'd phone.
She never did.
I guess that where she went
There aren't many phones.
I know she's not afraid
To be alone.
She's an adventurer.
She's very tall.
She's my favourite aunt.
I wish she'd call.
That's all.
I guess that where she went/There aren't many phones originally read
I guess that where she went/There aren't any phones but my instinct was that the kid knew only what his parents had told him and if they had said
any phones he’d have intuited that she was dead. For a few weeks after Ted’s death, I was in denial: convinced that the only reason he and I weren’t in touch was that I had stupidly forgotten his phone number!
I think the last line of that poem is the best or anyway the most fitting I have ever written. That’s all. | |
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| Give what you got!
Posted: 12/15/2006 10:22:14 AM | that's all
is enough
and
thank you for that
the one about emily is great too-and i dislike using the word great-but these poems are great | |
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| Give what you got!
Posted: 12/15/2006 10:40:43 AM | I have a bit of trouble
myself
with "great"
but prefer it
most days
to what a lot of garbage!
and - shoot! - I deeply
'preciate your
'preciation of "Emily."
When I read it
to one of my late brother's daughters
it brought tears to her eyes.
her way, I guess,
of saying "great"
or "good enough." | |
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| Virtual People
Posted: 12/19/2006 11:05:58 AM | There’s Jack and Ella and Bev and Slick
–“virtual people,” a friend of mine sneers:
“For all you know, ‘Jack’ might actually
be Jacqueline, a 19-year old hooker
addicted to crack! And ‘Ella’ might be
a line-backer for the Chicago Bears
who’s looking for some guy to take it
up the ass!” Maybe so, I protest in return,
but what do you really, really know
about that woman you’ve been sleeping beside,
lo, these many years? How many breakfasts,
holidays, arguments, kids, homes
have you two shared - and has she grown
less virtual, more ‘real’ to you,
more, e.g., than that elegant
rosewood dining-table you’re so proud of? | |
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| I ponder at times why I am not more loved
Posted: 12/24/2006 7:21:32 AM | I ponder at times why I am not more loved
or whether I should be loved at all.
I’m not as ‘cute’ as X or
as generous as Y, am less
intelligent than Z, less loving
than ABC &c.,
but then I receive this card
from two of my “senior” grand-children:
Dear Zeydeh, we
hope you have a
wonderful Hanukkah.
Thank you so much
for the great
Playmobil sets, we
love them. We love
you so much. | |
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| I ponder at times why I am not more loved
Posted: 12/24/2006 8:19:18 AM | Love and best wishes to you Alyosha. You are rich in the warmth of your beautiful children and your pof friends!
Have a Happy Hannukah!
Albethere | |
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FOR U
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Joined: 9/16/2006
Msg: 108 | |
| DEATH IS A KIND OF LOVE
Posted: 12/24/2006 11:37:11 AM | His fingers felt like deep black velvet
as they roamed my body free
His lips that followed ...made me see
the wonders of the place we've been
The thrills...pleasures are ours to seek
when the two of us do meet
I'll take you there...I know the way
Just take my hand....and stay
For than you'll see just who I am. | |
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| I knew you when
Posted: 12/24/2006 11:46:43 AM | I knew you when, my gypsy friend,
we marched a little way
along a path, but then
we came to a crossroads
and obeying your wishes as I must
I watched your caravan
disappear into the dust. | |
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FOR U
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Joined: 9/16/2006
Msg: 110 | |
| I knew you when
Posted: 12/24/2006 12:25:37 PM | You can never know....a person's soul
Unless you can see...into their hell
Until then...you will only be
A stranger ...outside of me.
Can you survive the ride
When storms bring the tide
Or will you turn and hide
You tell me...and then we will see
What can become of you and me ! | |
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| I knew you when
Posted: 12/24/2006 1:07:10 PM | How can I tell
if I’d survive the ride
until I’ve actually
been inside?
I cannot give
what you won’t take.
You ask for guarantees
that one alone can’t make. | |
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| skipping stones on the Seine
Posted: 12/24/2006 2:15:05 PM | sitting on a bench
on the shores of the Seine
engraved cement beneath
sipping Cabernet
wishing but upon a wish
to take her there
to be regal and sophisticated
under the stars, so illuminated
seeing the fables in skipping stones
washed from the many rains
I pause to consider ways
to hold a pure heart, and view the tower...
Tenz ~ © 2006 T. Scott  | |
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| skipping stones on the Seine
Posted: 12/24/2006 5:52:38 PM | Hoo the Hell cares How you spell it as long as you care to send good wishes.... Thanks and a Merry Cristmas (I used up all my aitches!) to you....
Jer | |
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| THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUFFICIENT MISCHIEF
Posted: 1/6/2007 8:04:03 AM | Sufficient Mischief
knocks love
sideways
out of your heart.
If it comes at you straight
you're lopsided
when it arrives.
It always catches you
against the spin.
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUFFICIENT MISCHIEF
Posted: 1/6/2007 10:54:40 AM | What a blight!
Not one byte
did you think to cite
about starting a fight
or the power of flight.
Did it give you a fright?
Or were you out flying a kite
with some neighbourhood knight?
I’d like to shed a little light
on your plight,
but time is quite
tight... | |
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| The President will be speaking tonight.
Posted: 1/10/2007 5:43:01 PM | The President will be speaking tonight.
Now normally a president (any president)
is sort of worth listening to for a minute or so
for his lies, his BS, his effort
to persuade us all that he knows
his azz from his elbow...And yet
what can this president say that will mean
any thing at all to anyone except maybe
the last die-hard, half-blind, deaf Republican
evangelist? | |
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| The President will be speaking tonight.
Posted: 1/10/2007 7:12:15 PM | The President
is resident
"At home"
He will be receiving
Delegates
Potentates
Political mistakes
in the Green Room.
It was to have been
the Oval Office
suffice to say there was an issue
but more I cannot say
or they will kill me. | |
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| The President will be speaking tonight.
Posted: 1/11/2007 2:25:38 AM | alyosha: msg. 110. interesting perspective on The President. Wonder what words of wisdom you share during democratic regimes?
The President did speak tonight
of this never ending fight
to teach the world what's right is right
at least in his opinion.
He spoke of tactics and the death of many,
seems none in his family were counted into
the number of ever increasing perished
not to return to their loved ones so cherished.
He told the people "you'll be on your own"
as we had invaded their treasured home.
Hunting, scouring the land in search
of one
who had run from the invasion.
Found in a hole, for spiders it was called,
and he crouched
like a rag picker saving his all.
Now he's gone and we must relieve ourselves
of the debacle inflicted on those who seek
solace now after being thrown in the tow
of the tides in the sea of change
created by
one whose integrity remains
suspect at best to those outside
looking in
and wondering why
this should happen without reason
at least in their eyes.
lucidmoments
1/11/2007 05:20 | |
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| Stuff Happens
Posted: 1/11/2007 7:58:54 AM | Thank you much (dis)interesting12. Your views on anything seem to be your cliche. Bless your 'lil heart. I think I'm in love!!! | |
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| Stuff Happens
Posted: 1/13/2007 8:35:15 AM | | Alas, (un)interesting is gone from this and all other Poems threads... Perhaps he has gone to critique the angels, whose wings are such cliches! | |
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| Why not?
Posted: 1/18/2007 9:17:59 AM | Why not?
Why not fall in love
with, say, half the people you meet today?
Why not address yourself
with a smile and a joke
to an infant or child?
Why not burst into song?
It costs so little
and to some
it might mean so much.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Newman 18Jan07 © 2007 | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 124 | |
| You can speak for hours with friends
Posted: 1/18/2007 2:04:35 PM | Hi Aloysha,
This one made me create a new document file called "Aloysha's poems". Some poems are awesome, some are highly entertaining. This poem is one is a genuine piece of the jigsaw puzzle of life. | |
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| Why GWB gave up a promising career as a poet...
Posted: 1/21/2007 5:04:53 AM | Another day, another dollar;
another metaphor, another collar
round my neck. This poetry
is freakin’ work!
No wonder GWB would rather
be President and fukk up
half the Middle East
then sit at home in Crawford
writing freakin’ odes! | |
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