| A poem
Posted: 10/27/2006 6:14:35 PM | Everyone is getting such a nice hug but me?
I would much sooner play you a game of chess
than try to scramble my words when I'm not at my best
dear om and pickles it's lovely company
out on my rainy night | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 77 | |
| A poem
Posted: 10/27/2006 8:54:49 PM | Tis a rainy eve and the castles damp
So he stoked the fire and searched a scamp
But alas they've flead with willing knights
Beneath the quilts and out of tights
So what's a poor King sposed to do
When out of scamps and Queen's gone too.
Pawn to Kings Four...?
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| A poem
Posted: 10/27/2006 11:13:22 PM | Checkmate dear om
the king will find his queen
and throughout the land
the bells will ring out
their blessing upon you. | |
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| A poem
Posted: 10/28/2006 6:36:37 AM | om me luv...
TY
Have a good w/e
Bissous
C xo | |
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| A poem
Posted: 10/29/2006 8:28:24 PM | I walked by the lake
the day the clocks turned back....
I felt invisible
shrouded in the mist
thankful
that no one could see me
Funny how we assume
life will follow the plan
we have created within
Implosion of a life
a blackhole we try to climb out of
So
here I am...
Walking by the lake
trying to avoid
goose poo | |
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| These are gems I roll from hand to hand
Posted: 10/30/2006 3:47:21 PM | These are gems I roll from hand to hand
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
sparkling, multi-coloured, catching
and reflecting light
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
my bon-fires against the night,
I call them. Any one of them
could command all the love I have to give
and I’d still have all of it
for each of the others.
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
My father once said to me:
“You have grand-children, but I
have great-grand-children!” | |
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| Love me - but not to death!
Posted: 11/6/2006 5:01:53 AM | Love me - but not to death!
Love me - but do not hold your breath
waiting for me to rescue you
or even to love you back!
Love me - but love yourself
first, your kids, your friends,
the man or woman who serves you
at the supermarket or cafe.
Love me - but, I beg of you,
see me clearly first...
J. Newman © 06Nov06 | |
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| Start over
Posted: 11/10/2006 9:34:00 AM | Find the beginning.
Start over.
You’ve gone astray.
Tweaking your personality
won’t do it,
turning down the dial
a little,
greasing the squeaky wheels...
No, pick up the thread
and follow it back
to where you began.
Start over
and do everything
the opposite
of what you did before. | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 84 | |
| Start over
Posted: 11/11/2006 6:24:15 AM | new beginning
selfless innocence
rebirthed
in child like man
crying outward
tears of joy
for he has learned to stand
and even walk and talk
what new life might this bring
a mulligan
he's starting over
but wouldnt change a thing | |
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| Beginnings
Posted: 11/13/2006 1:39:51 PM | The journey has many beginnings,
false starts and rest stops
along the way: a homey café
where the smell of freshly-roasted
coffee-beans assails your nostrils
as you enter. You’re a born-again
voyager! Or there’s an oasis
with date palms and water so welcome
you think you’ve found God
at last... But you cannot rest
there, neither in God
nor in the arms of your lover.
So you pick up your back-pack,
your hopes, lace up your walking shoes
and you begin again.
Perhaps the journey is nothing
but beginnings, one
after the other, beginnings
without end...
J. Newman © 13Nov06 | |
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| Beginnings
Posted: 11/13/2006 2:23:03 PM | You’re a born-again
voyager! Or there’s an oasis
with date palms and water so welcome
you think you’ve found God
at last...
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thanks for your kind words.
i was stunned by yours above
the inclusion of the
date palms ( as if water wasn't enough-the date palms are perfect)...and
not that you would think that you found god-but the "at last" part. | |
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| Beginnings
Posted: 11/13/2006 2:36:52 PM | "Which of us have learned already to speak?"
Taught to do jsut that from friends we seek
Intangible words form beauty within
Age a number.....phoning in sin
Love so plenty to one so true
Eyes a simple sultry blue
Salt and pepper hair
hard not to stare
at words spoken so full of spirit
Insightful words....intolerable fit
Hand in mine.....friends walking in the park
Chatting of the ones that make us spark
Laughing in ways long overdue
Subdued in love.....from a friend as you.......... | |
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| I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/17/2006 11:27:45 AM | Everything was in that light way
I placed my hand under your elbow
as we began to cross the street
to the café... You’d come to my office
supposedly to discuss your final mark
and we had dealt with that
and yet you lingered there.
I noticed your knees
but reproached myself silently.
You’d been my student, after all.
I stood up, to signal
that the interview was over
and walked you to the door.
“Have coffee with me?” you asked.
“Of course,” I said - why shouldn’t
a prof have coffee with one of his students?
“I’m here very Tuesday and Thursday evening–“
But you cut me off: “No, now...”
you said, and maybe I wondered then
but more likely I reasoned
you were troubled about something.
Riding down in the elevator
I couldn’t help but be aware
of the proximity of our bodies
in that small, closed cage,
but still... Women didn’t usually
come seeking me out. About to cross
the street you seemed vaguely unaware
of where you were, of the traffic,
so it made sense for me to place my hand
under your elbow as if to guide you
but it was also, somehow, to see
if lightning would strike me down
for touching a student...
In the booth you sat on a bench
across from me, your hand
resting on the table, and said:
“Now you must think I have a problem,
but I don’t...” and I,
like a practiced adulterer, reached
my hand out to cover yours and asked:
“Would you like to come home with me?”
J. Newman © 17Nov06 | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 89 | |
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| I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/17/2006 3:22:55 PM | | Much appreciated, Bro, and maybe you could tell that some of it was tough to relive (it led to the break-up of my mrriage...) but a pleasure to write. | |
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| I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/17/2006 4:00:33 PM | Viewing the sea thru infected eyes
seeing the world thru countless cries
wondering and questioning the notorius whys
Entering to give me but a sigh
Knowing me thru more than a veiw
seeing thru the eye's infinite blue
to the heart of what is really true
To guide the way to life anew
Saying so much to touch a heart
fighting in chaos for a past to depart
Giving advice to heal a soul torn apart
Holding my hand on my lifes new start
Loving me for more than you see
A friend intertwined in unity
Never to question...that I am me
A true friend in a deep blue sea.............. | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 92 | |
| I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/17/2006 4:37:43 PM | I wasn't gonna presume it true but, That's what I loved most I think, it was brutally honest, but told so Very well too. The hardest stuff is usually the best eh. We can dance around stuff well, we're good at that, but come time to look it in the face...
Bless ya mate, That, takes balls! Most inspiring!
That's why I like people here like bubblez who share it from the core. The harder stuff.
And it's not a fault, just parts of life we need to see.
And as ews said, this place should be a place where it's respectful and supportive.
Unfortunately it isn't always..like life eh..hell, even the seasoned om has to eat humble pie
every now and then...:/ *Gulps...:) | |
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| Letter to my fellow Jews
Posted: 11/19/2006 5:27:14 AM | Jerusalem will never look so beautiful
or be more holy
than on the day we willingly give it up.
Let the Muslims call it "El Kuts,"
let them call it whatever they will.
We will call it ours in the only way
the City of God can belong to anyone,
which is by not holding on to it
as if it were life itself.
Let it fly from our hands like the freest
of doves, let it soar like the element
that longs to be reunited with God.
What need do we have of this real estate,
these stones? They are beautiful stones, I grant you,
but stones, still, when we might have gems
that glow and light up the heart.
J. Newman © November 19, 2006 | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 94 | |
| Gem Stone Tumble
Posted: 11/19/2006 11:59:08 AM | Gem Stone Tumble
There is a gem in each of us,
A stone of value that shapes existence,
A solid liquid that tumbles through life.
Some well rounded, others curt,
But all leave their mark
On the walls
Of a heart. | |
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| Letter to my fellow Jews
Posted: 11/19/2006 12:36:47 PM | It was a good day
a lunch shared and memories waiting
in the wings
The time flew by
but I am blessed
to have met you
Bissous cher ami
Bissous
A la prochaine!
Am off for a while but will check in from time to time
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| When you stand at last before the tribune of heaven
Posted: 11/21/2006 8:26:23 AM | When you stand at last
before the tribune of heaven
they will ask of course
whether you left the earth
better than you found it...
Did you give of what you had
to those who had less?
Did you do what you could
to forgive or at least
to understand those
who sinned against you?
And if the answer to these
is yes, you will come to the one
that stands out above
all the others: Did you love?
Did you truly and unselfishly love? | |
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| MID-SUMMER READING
Posted: 11/24/2006 11:31:05 AM | Who first invented that fiction, "Adulthood"?
What does it mean? Christ
on a pogo-stick! what haven't we tried
to blaspheme? That record
won't play any longer....
These are the long, slow days
of the middle of our lives,
when we realize, as in a play or novel,
that all of the major characters
have been introduced, plot
and counterplot have been set adrift
and we, and the author, dream
of some other book
until suddenly, we awake
and reach, in a panic, for
--the theme!
What happened to the bloody theme?
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992 | |
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| The Golden Age
Posted: 11/24/2006 11:56:44 AM | Stuck in the middle?
(with you)
sounds like a song
from a million years ago
not sure if we are going to knock
on the door of halley’s comet
everything seems to be a repetition
of an idea already used
to shake us all up
or wake us up
sometimes I wish I could dive
back into bed
pull the covers up over my head
and have a soma holiday
brave new world is way too close
for my comfort. | |
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