| What do they do with those extra 4 ½ years?
Posted: 3/27/2008 1:40:53 AM | spoken like a true statistician trancend...
hey by the way...
love both of your poetry
i read such insight and passion
from the words you both have written
when i have worked on my chops
i may grace this thread
someday...
but i'm far from being there yet... | |
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| What do they do with those extra 4 ½ years?
Posted: 3/27/2008 9:44:17 AM |
yet.. there was numerically a few more cases of cancer among those women who had been on HRT
I know it was the principle of stats verses realism
but just in case this is misunderstood
I have one stat that is real
women on HRT for over a couple of years
are at a higher risk for heart disease or stroke
in fact my Mom was on the cusp of that discovery
as she lay in her hospital bed after a massive heart attack
they took her cold turkey off of the drugs
and have since gone on to document the findings
not a guessing game this time but real fact
it's not cancer that was at risk but the heart itself
could not sustain being forced to function long after
it was time to quit
so to hell with the money makers and insurance companies
who pay big bucks and still fool people into believing
they have found the magic cure for life. | |
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| What do they do with those extra 4 ½ years?
Posted: 3/27/2008 12:55:41 PM | Lol Jer...I'm bacccccckkkk...
"Pass the sugar please?" (I ask politely...)
sweetness for my coffee,
the aroma wafts from the cup
filling my senses with its roasted beans.
I see two men seated at the front table
talking, one animated, the other disinterested...
he stirs his coffee, looking at the action of the spoon
hand on his head as he stirs, the other still talking
I see a woman sitting alone, sipping from the cup
her lipstick leaving a bright red stain on the lip...
she reads the newspaper, as if she had
all the time in the world....
I taste my coffee, the bitter taste is good
warming me from the cold of the morning,
my hands wrapped around the cup
I close my eyes and savour it... | |
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| What do they do with those extra 4 ½ years?
Posted: 3/27/2008 1:26:10 PM | | Yes! You are back and as unmistakable as ever... and how I wish you had me in mind when you wrote the other one you left on my other thread, which I'm going to go and see if I can respond to with a poem of my owen or at least an acknowledgement. | |
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| Snapshot: XI
Posted: 3/31/2008 6:20:45 AM | Pan-handler at the corner.
His usual post.
This time I take the long way around. | |
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| Kid bits
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:30:55 AM | Kid bits
I still bulldoze roads across my mashed potatoes
With the tines of my fork, while I remember
the kid Grand-pop would walk to the creek
to try to catch that elusive ”bottom bass”
that my dad could never understand. | |
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| Kid bits
Posted: 3/31/2008 5:34:31 PM | Just read your first few for the first time, I like them, for lack of anything else to say. Thanks for posting them. Gotta go back when I get more time, and read through.
Eye Guy your stuff is always worth reading, thanks. Upstater here. | |
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| pass the salt
Posted: 3/31/2008 5:48:34 PM | at the restaurant he asked to pass the salt
i think, oh but your blood pressure
i pass the salt anyway
i don't want to nag
i mean, he's an adult
with diabetes and high blood pressure
who am i to tell anyone how to live
i'm barely figuring out myself
i do live what i preach...
well i don't really preach, i think
for my thoughts are my own
until i write them out and share them
perhaps i should print this
and give it to him anonymously
he'd probably just throw it away | |
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| I am Daisy and I am mad
Posted: 4/3/2008 7:30:02 AM | I am Daisy and I am mad.
I used to believe I was Not-daisy
but she was every bit as mad.
It would be hard for me to describe
my madness any better
than a cod could describe water.
The best I can do is to say
that it consisted in believing
that things were as they are.
That is, that the road was a road,
rain was rain, and love was
--well, love was what everyone knows
but no one can adequately explain.
People have died of it, or
thought they did. People have died
without it or at any rate
lived miserable, anguished lives...
But I have learned to live
with or without love
by calling it by some other name:
felicity or arrowroot biscuits,
wantonness or the second gate
from the right. | |
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| I am Daisy and I am mad
Posted: 4/3/2008 11:15:46 PM | I am Daisy and I am mad
At Daisies
Dandy
Lion
Lie'n.
Madness Dandy lying
Petunia's
Nectar
Crying
Lie'n.
Dandy lions to be had
Sweet narcisms
Cultivated
Manured
Lie in.
Daisy sweet but oh so mad
Allysm white
Coloured
Thoughts
Lied in.
Daisy soothed by dizzy duck
Asylum white
Multi-coloured
Crayoned
Lies.
I am Daisy told to be glad
Petunias!
Roses!
Mari-gold!
Lies told!
Poor ol' Daisy still is mad
Donald trumped
Disney sad
Crayon
Pray lie on..
Daisy learned pretense glad!
Alysm sweet
Coloured black
Never ever goin' back
Re lied upon. | |
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| Human for Dummies
Posted: 4/11/2008 5:04:55 AM | This is the way it works, when it does:
in falling in love with him
she discovers a vein of loveliness
deeper than what she had seen at first
which enables her to open up more of herself
to him, seeing which he discovers
more of himself to offer her,
which leads her...
But you see how it goes?
Love is the manual
by which we study to become truly human. | |
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| Snapshots: XXI
Posted: 5/1/2008 12:56:42 PM | Girls, they’re funny, but still
they have something, you know?
They might be skinny
as a stalk of stinkweed and walk with a list,
but still...
Or there might be three of them
on their way home from school
like cupcakes leaning together,
t-shirts hanging out
over regulation black shorts...
And then they grow up
to be women. | |
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| The only mark
Posted: 5/25/2008 4:27:49 PM | Let my love
touch you lightly
so that the only mark
it leaves
is that of my breath
on your skin. | |
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| The only mark
Posted: 5/25/2008 4:42:57 PM | | The last 3 poems were lovely Jerry. A softer touch. | |
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| Speak to the child in your heart
Posted: 5/30/2008 5:11:41 AM | Thanks, Autumn...
Speak to the child in your heart,
the one who still hungers for certitude,
for whom it is a sacred thing
that green be always green
and every Tuesday be followed
by Christmas... | |
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| Morris Kravitz... and I
Posted: 6/6/2008 4:12:15 AM | It is a far, far better thing I do today
than Morris Kravitz ever did
on any one of his best days!
Morris was by and large
an honourable man
though he'd cheated
on two or three of his wives, but please
don't judge Morris
until you've walked a mile in his Addidas.
And all that Morris ever wanted
was to love and, you know? to be loved!
But let's leave Morris out of this.
As I said before, It is a far, far better thing
I’m about to do today
than ever I have done before
and I hate, hate, HATE
the thought of doing it! | |
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| Morris Kravitz... and I
Posted: 6/6/2008 4:27:23 AM | almost everyone must be bound and dragged here. only a few come on their own. rumi
i wonder at the bat
in the dead of night
i wonder at the mouse
foraging to feed her young
and the shocked widening eye of her
as the bat who is blind
sinks its teeth in the trembling fur
of a face so like its own
would sight have made a difference?
probably not.
we do what must be done to survive | |
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| Morris Kravitz... and I
Posted: 6/6/2008 5:20:24 PM |
almost everyone must be bound and dragged here. only a few come on their own. rumi
i wonder at the bat
in the dead of night
i wonder at the mouse
foraging to feed her young
and the shocked widening eye of her
as the bat who is blind
sinks its teeth in the trembling fur
of a face so like its own
would sight have made a difference?
probably not.
we do what must be done to survive
Geez, this is scarey! - brave, and scarey. | |
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| The way you love
Posted: 6/11/2008 2:50:15 PM | The way you love
is the thumb-print
your heart leaves on your soul. | |
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| The way you love
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:11:52 PM | I've painted my toenails red
in an effort to break out
actually I would like to paint the town red
go mad in a riot of colour
and red is so daring
but
I am starting with my toenails
and open to suggestions as to
what next? | |
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| The way you love
Posted: 6/14/2008 7:43:10 AM | How'd that old song go?
The toe-nails connected to the toe-bones,
The toe-bones connected to the foot-bones,
The foot-bones connected to the ankle-bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord!
The ankle-bones connected to the etcetera-bones,
The etcetera-bones connected to the etcetera-bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord!
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones will rise again! | |
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| Economics 101
Posted: 6/17/2008 8:21:06 AM | If it’s on TV
and it’s FREE!
You can’t afford it.
If it’s Guaranteed
or your money back!
Better to put your money in the bank
at 0.nothing percent interest
or at the back
of your sock drawer.
Let the bank rob you blind!
(Come to think of it,
It was always your eyes
they were after.)
*
An iron economy governs us all.
You, who measure each cent,
will have nothing in the end.
While you, who are outwardly profligate
--who spend and spend: money and time
and love--and count nothing lost,
will have hearts that are in balance,
and joy without cost. | |
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