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| Why would I risk this marvellous loveship
Posted: 1/19/2007 4:47:03 AM |
But watch out
this shiksa bites
when I feel Kosher
Would you like to feel MY kosher?
My kosher is not treyf
nor, I suspect, is it altogether safe!
For MY kosher seeks
a home, neither Yid nor Goy,
Where it might reside
crying out in my nearly
perfect English, Oh, boy, oh boy,
Oh BOY! {/i] | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 1/21/2007 6:47:23 AM | I wanna have the next conversation with you,
not this one. Not the one about
how we’re gonna be lovers
or whether we should be lovers
but the one after that. You know? | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 1/22/2007 4:11:59 PM | You just passed me by
like so many cars on the freeway
Too many missed opportunities
you felt could no longer be delayed.
You just passed me by.
lucidmoments | |
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| billboard in the sky.
Posted: 1/28/2007 10:06:55 AM | Couldn't pass you by
if I was on a jet-plane, honey.
You're a great big beautiful
billboard in the sky.
Would always want to come back
and read it again
and again and again. | |
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| billboard in the sky.
Posted: 1/28/2007 10:15:01 AM | I once saw a billboard in the sky
as I fluttered along
not caring when or why.
It reminded me of a time
when I had no reason
no rhyme
I paused to listen,
my little wings a-flappin'
remembering prose
of those much missed
Grateful to be back
and to Alyosha
a GREAT BIG KISS!!!!
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| Kind of over the top
Posted: 1/29/2007 10:39:48 AM | Kind of over the top with happiness
today. Who knows why, exactly,
or what to do with the excess of it.
Give some to the poor?
Hell, they wouldn’t know
what to do with it, wouldn’t
even recognize it, probably;
or to George Bush? Why, I
wouldn’t piss down his throat
if his heart was on fire!
Nor can I, unlike the Pharaoh
on Joseph’s advice, store some of it away
against the lean years
that are pretty sure to come. | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 1/29/2007 7:19:28 PM | I wanna have the next conversation with you,
not this one. Not the one about
how we’re gonna be lovers
or whether we should be lovers
but the one after that. You know?
In the next conversation,
we don't even have to talk at all.
we can sit in comfortable silience....
catch a sunset,or just watch the rain fall.You know?
I'm enjoying your poetry. | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 1/30/2007 11:17:36 AM | | Thanks, Cash, and I enjoy your version of the next conversation. Insofar as I was thinking of anything in particular it was sort of the conversation between heads resting on adjoining pillows, or a former lover of mine. Between us I often felt our conversation was like sex and our love-making was conversation by some other means. | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 2/6/2007 5:32:05 AM | I didn't actually write it,
my friend, like all
at least halfway decent poems
it more or less wrote itself
and I was the mid-wife
hands held out
attending the bloody birth | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 2/6/2007 6:55:31 PM | Graphic analogy there Alyosha!^^^^
Time, passing by like a fast freight train
barreling over the tracks of my life
wearing down my steely resolve
making me feel even more worn, old
and decrepit
than I really should.
Pass the salt, Sam
I need a bit more seasoning. | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 2/8/2007 9:05:19 AM | Some foods come ready-seasoned,
lover, subtle as a song
by Sondheim, marbled
with their own sweet scents
like a garden's early bloom...
You need no seasoning, love,
just someone with a
well-honed appetite
and the cutlery of love. | |
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| Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet
Posted: 2/8/2007 7:06:16 PM | I have been anticipating a follow up on Ode to la dame aux l'eau de la toilet..the next conversation...
wanting to see it keep going.It's like a good book you start and you want to read
it slowly,not to rush the simplicity of how cool the words just seem to unfold. | |
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| Karl-Laurent
Posted: 2/9/2007 10:48:27 AM | A few doors down the street from me
lives Karl-Laurent, 12 or 13,
with his single-mom parent
and his face that lights up
whenever he sees me
He has the kind of face
that makes nonsense of gender
and is just plain beautiful. | |
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| Was I Once Oedipus
Posted: 2/20/2007 4:40:31 AM | Was I once Oedipus
put out in the wilderness
by my father, Laius, to die
lest I fulfill an ancient prophecy?
And am I now Laius, amused,
with my Oedipus, at the scandals
and bogeymen the Oracles get up
among themselves?
Was I once Isaac
laid out on the altar by Abraham
in obedience to a stern, demanding God?
And am I now Abraham
looking at my son’s beloved face
and jubilantly aiming
my dagger, instead, at God?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Newman © 2006 | |
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/26/2007 5:37:27 AM | Under the blue of the moon,
my beloved, where you invited me
with your soft brown eyes to dream
of a love that was both carnal and pure,
of a friendship founded on lust
and the deepest respect.
My beloved is mine, says the Song of Songs,
and I am hers: she feedeth among the lilies...
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O sons and daughters of Jerusalem.
I would proclaim you in Jerusalem, querida,
along the Via Dolorosa and before
the Wailing Wall. I would take you,
as I once intended to take one of my sons,
to Angkor Wat, that ancient temple city,
and to my bed - our bed - which we will consecrate
together, you and I.
Together, you and I.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Newman 26Feb07 © 2007
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/26/2007 9:49:19 AM | Don't know *how* yer gonna top *that* Mr. Yosha, just don't know how. . . .
Or why you'd want to. . . .
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/26/2007 10:57:28 AM | | Ackshly I had in mind to 'top' something or someone else, but thank you. | |
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/26/2007 1:17:35 PM | Jer.....
I hear Yeats in your words!
"we really should find that reading"
you are quite the talent......
Tenz | |
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/26/2007 7:46:34 PM | ~~Missing you Jer baby...hope all is well..here is what i viewed up in the UP over the weekend on Drummond Island..hope you like it baby..
~~Sunset on a Perilous Abyss......~~
Sun sets upon the water....
sights unseen by thine eyes......
waves crash as the formations strengthen into solid ice forms.....
lillypads of ice swaying in the blue.....
ice held by hands...
so clear as a diamond forming in mother natures intricate design .....
sitting watching ....
seeing in eyes so blue grey the beauty caught in the waves of colors...
purple to orange to vibrant red...
tears form in eyes of wonderous gaze....
upon the islands haunting beauty....
the squirrel known so well taking play with the baby bird that lost its way.....
nature taking course in the death of the bird...
the death of the leaves...
the death of winters break....
yet the beauty is captured still...
never to leave without grace......
nightfalls as senses leave but one...
the listening of the view without the sight...
the crashing of the ricochet effect of winds upon water....
the bouncing of the lillypads against the ice formed cliffs...
the cracking of the ice with every step taken...
the ice sitting upon the rock....
the blackest rock...
yet a rock that ...
once seen thru my eyes for the first time...
meant so much...
the darkness of my soul catured in it..
yet the alabaster snow sets light to its demonic blackness.....
setting my soul free.....
the nights sky visible without imperfection.....
the right shoulder of Orions Belt.....
seen perfectly...
seeing Savannahs star two stars from his shoulder......
as if set there to have him hold her for me till we meet again.....
never to find in years past till now...
now seeing her there...
with the ring of light i constantly pray for to lead the way...
appearing before mine eyes...
to show me the place she lay...
watching over us...
with love unpersonified...
crying tears and falling into a time once past...
to let ONE see into my nightmare once held...
never to give the urge to do so ...
till she showed me the way...
the way to find peace in a place so real....
to find her...
my destiny to appear there and find her..
i know that now...
i found her and cried...
i let her go....
for i found her there in the sky..
so clear...
so real...
upon the sunset on a perilous abyss....
~~Lisa Anne | |
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| Together, you and I.
Posted: 2/27/2007 5:24:52 PM | | As I wrote you, honey-buns, this is like a whole new you! A freer, happier you! Welcome home! | |
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| I had this friend in high-school
Posted: 3/1/2007 1:09:02 PM | I had this friend in high-school
whom everyone admired. One day
he said: “You know, if I hear
of one more person who likes me,
I might believe it!”
I wonder if he ever found
that one more person
–and what he did then. | |
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| Others have gardens
Posted: 3/9/2007 4:53:18 AM | All of the faces I’ve seen,
that ever I’ve seen
and were dear to me,
that ever were dear to me,
are here. Others have gardens
that flash forth with pistils
and petals and stamens,
stems and leaves, but mine
is an inner garden
of friends and children I have loved.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Newman March 9, 2007 © 2007 | |
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