| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/11/2006 6:14:39 PM | Hey om (tiddley pom)
you make my brain go into a really strange mode.....(see your thread)
Jer...still love that line
"We are items on God's list
of things that he's forgot to do"
Does that mean he has Alzhiemers too
Or is it that
Like you and me
He's just too busy
Dealing with trivia and
Forgot the important stuff? | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/11/2006 6:22:56 PM | I am on God's list
I quite like the fact that
after all this time
he is making them.
I think his big list
was a casualty
of nine/eleven
Space in heaven must be tight
right now.
Somehow...I don't think he wanted to include
everyone who died
with those Boeing bombs
But thats just conjecture
on my part.
My heart still cries for
those who died. | |
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| God... and Alzheimers
Posted: 9/12/2006 3:17:28 AM | A couple of the earlier responses to God's list have inspired this beginning:
God has a plan
to do unto man
as man has done unto God:
but I'm not sure as yet how to continue... | |
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| God... and Alzheimers
Posted: 9/12/2006 4:24:01 AM | One Day at a Time....
In temper and or Pain
Ive used his, in vain
Its a narrow road,
and his to unload | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/12/2006 4:47:16 AM | Man, it’s a lonely job
being lonely! The thing is
you’ve got to do it
all on your own.
Alcoholics, they’ve got AA
(Which is almost as good as booze)
but you go down to your local
Loneliness Anonymous
Chapter, hoping for a bit of a shmooze
and you take your usual chair
but there’s never, at no time,
nobody there!
J. Newman 12Sep06 © 2006 | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/12/2006 4:52:08 AM | A man or woman
Who has themself
Has more than any other
And never feels the pang of being alone
But welcomes instead that
Welcoming delicious aroma
That indefinable something
The place when we arrive once more, we call 'home'
*salty* | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/12/2006 5:11:10 AM | A man or woman
who has themself
has much, but far from all
for we are made
(I believe) for and by
each other. You were at birth
what you were to become
but it took many other
hearts and hands to knock
and caress and help
to mould you into who you are.
Although we are never complete,
even the perfected sculpture
sometimes misses her maker. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2006 5:33:29 AM | I am nothing of
What the hands that moulded me did make
I am what I was born to be
And then had to become once again
The day I stopped being afraid
Of the judgement of
The hands that shape
It takes courage to be exactly who we are
But who 'I am' is a better me
Than ever anyone who laid a hand to mould
Could have ever imagined me to be
For I am free
The very thing they wanted me not to be
I am
salty | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/12/2006 7:07:33 AM | “I am who I am,”*
says the God of the Old Testament
and which of us has not wished
to proclaim that of ourselves
instead of being expected to answer
“Jew,”“Canadian,” “masculine,” “5'8",”
“socialist” or any of the labels
expected of us, the lenses
through which we are viewed?
I am nothing of
What the hands that moulded me did make
I am what I was born to be
you write but who is the you
that proclaims “I am me”?
Where did she begin?
Or, where do you end
and the rest of the world begin?
* Exodus 3:14 | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/12/2006 7:53:37 AM | The 'who'
I am 'me'
There is only one of me
And there is only one of you
If you are....can be...exactly 'who' you are
As for the rest
Those are 'whats'
As you said, labels
Fragile - Handle With Care
Use No Hooks
This Side Up
Open Other End
The contents of this container are hot and may burn
SALE ON NOW
And yet I have never bought a 'sale'
Do you know where I can get one?
There seem to be an awful lot around
And yet I've never seen one
If you can imagine
Smelling the most amazing scent ever created
And then asking the designer what name has he given it
No name he says
Then how am I to buy one for myself?
I cannot ask the perfume specialist for THAT SCENT
That smells like heaven in the wilds and yet with hint of musk
Now can I?
It's not for sale says he
There is ONE
This one
The only one
And it therefore needs not a name
Only if mass produced in bottles all alike
Akin
Scent same
Get yours here
Guaranteed to be just like all the other bottles
Would it need a name
But come here for a moment
Hold out your wrist
And let me share this ONE with you
Enjoy it :)
It's unique
Too beautiful to clone
But let me share this ONE with you
My dear
salty*
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Posted: 9/13/2006 3:00:52 AM | I found you before I lost you
or was it the other way around?
Sometimes, I think, that from looking
too hard, your eyes see right past
where they ought to come to rest.
Which came first, love or the pain
of wanting love, the fear
of finding and losing it
again and again?
J. Newman 12Sep06 © 2006 | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 113 | |
| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/13/2006 3:43:14 AM | | As I stated earlier, Jer..I am somewhat disappointed at your choice of only responding to articles that interest you. and not what your 'fans' have interests in....I feel that this is patently unfair...But, I still wish you well!..Bob.. | |
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| Alyosha's poems
Posted: 9/13/2006 4:30:23 AM | TWO SHORT, NOT PARTICULARLY HAPPY POEMS
1
There's trouble brewing in my neighbour's eye:
loneliness, like a shock,
prickling the back of his neck,
and he, no more than I, has the answer.
'These are troubled times,'
we exclaim without speaking,
now his curtains drawn,
now mine.
2
Madness is stalking our buttons,
eager to snaffle them up,
cheap or dear. Even the zippers
have gone to join an international cartel.
What Marx left out of the equation
was spite, and despair. There are some
who would rather crack heads
than watch their profits rise.
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations copyright 1992 | |
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| If Wal-mart sold
Posted: 9/13/2006 12:21:21 PM | murder
the US Army
could save billion$$$
Add your own variants if you like, here or on the Politics Forum under the above headig. | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 116 | |
| If Wal-mart sold-they would turn into condos
Posted: 9/13/2006 12:43:17 PM | Under a Damp Sky
I’ve tried to slice that damp cardboard box
A hundred times before.
No matter how sharp my sword
It collapses , once more.
Finally, from a small whisper
I took that box, inside,
Away from the damp nights,
Where it had a chance
To dry | |
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| If Wal-mart sold...
Posted: 9/13/2006 1:13:05 PM | | Dude! No one (but me) will understand where the aitch that damp cardboard box came from, but I like what you did with it. | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 118 | |
| If Wal-mart sold...
Posted: 9/13/2006 2:01:27 PM | LOL, yes but is it important to tell all? I wanted to involve the reader by using me and the struggle with the cardboard box as the bridge to invite one to look at their own struggle with their own box.
And perhaps offer a simple solution. But not come off preachy. Anything could of been in or the box itself ...As soon as I start a poem with ( I ) , I always wonder about the relationship between the reader and writer and how much do I want to tell...
On further thoughts though, now I see it's a rather light weight poem, with little relationship to anything solid...Leaves me with questions... and perhaps, what the heck is this guy talking about....hmmm....doah-ly noted. | |
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| I stand corrected...
Posted: 9/13/2006 3:25:54 PM | Maybe I was being egotistical or resentful that you were using an image I had used, but on reconsidering the poem (Eff the question of whether it's light-weight, welterweight or whatever: it's an interesting, provocative poem), on reconsidering the poem, I think that without explaining the image you allow it to have a mysterious quality. Some readers might findit obscure; but some might think (as I now do) that we all have boxes, damp or otherwise, that have been in our possession for some time and we're maybe reluctant to open them...
So, in that way, you've made it your own image.
And apropos the question or apology in your note to me, post anything you want here. | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 120 | |
| I stand corrected...
Posted: 9/13/2006 6:19:13 PM | Cheers Jer, I was compelled by such a strong image from your "damp cardboard box". It's a good'n! It actually made me think of homeless and drinking problems. Hence the drying out.
Lightweight was a poor choise of words...:/ any whoo, I sure had fun with it this afternoon, and that's the important thing. Thanks eh, I liked the dialogue! Got me thinking it did...:) | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 121 | |
| I stand corrected...
Posted: 9/13/2006 7:31:11 PM | I'm still disappointed that your scope is so limited, Jer..But: You have a fine thread going here... Congratulations, my friend...
Incidentally, why have "My Cafe"s mails stopped? I still enjoy the time spent there
Bob.... | |
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| I stand corrected...
Posted: 9/13/2006 8:22:10 PM | Scope is like dope,
depends on your druthers.
Bliss for this trip,
cotton mouth for the others. | |
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| Winter kisses and summer dreams
Posted: 9/14/2006 5:02:09 AM | Winter kisses and summer dreams.
Time like a slow-moving river.
Your thigh beneath the palm
of my hand, a faint gleam
of moisture on your lower lip.
Summer dreams and winter kisses.
Time like a slow-moving river.
The wind lifts the edge of the curtain.
Thunder in my heart.
My hand moves, slightly, or
was it your thigh? No hurry.
My mouth on your breast,
the succulence of your nipple.
Time like a slow-moving river.
Life-long dreams and year-round kisses.
Year-round dreams and life-long kisses.
J. Newman 13Sep06 © 2006 | |
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| Winter kisses and summer dreams
Posted: 9/14/2006 4:35:20 PM | I would GLADLY pick you but I thought you had already been
plucked?
Parlez-moi d' amour
Redites-moi des choses tendres
Votre beau discours
Mon cœur n' est pas las de l' entendre
Pourvu que toujours
Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes.... | |
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