| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/27/2009 11:28:40 AM | Hey Fishin',
or are you
Musician,
today?
Sunday for
rest, but
Saturday
for play?
Often it
seems
offenses
are made
without any
intention
made up ones
get most
play and
attention
No offenses
were given
no offenses
were gotten
good lord
this thing
is really
quite
rotten.
Happy Sunday all | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/27/2009 11:48:17 AM | Birth of a Dream
I guess I will never forget this day
In the whole scheme of things
Nothing else matters
On this day in 1986 I gave birth to a dream
She had big soulful eyes that looked straight through you
Trivial things didn’t seem to matter to her
As long as she was fed the child was ready
To swallow the world and spread some love
Today she would have been 23
And I can almost see the twinkle in her eyes
Those gorgeous eyes that follow me
I see them in every star in the night time sky
In my heart they are laughing
Because she defied the odds and lasted until she was 3
And then her candle was blown out
Here on earth
Her older sister says that her first daughter will be named Alyssa
So she will never be forgotten
How can I forget when I gave birth
To a dream. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/27/2009 11:57:25 AM | Honestly it don't matter much
call me such and such
or out of touch
now I'm sure I've said e...nuch?
*shrugs *
whatcha gonna do? couldn't come up with a better rhyme
and I'm in real life pressed for time
*now cut that out!*
oh no, one more thing
peace, love, and understanding | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/27/2009 4:40:39 PM | So such and such,
who's fishin must be a must,
fly castin or worm drowning
over which women -
feel the need to fuss...
then there's alter ego now,
hmmm, musician such and such...
now there's a topic with pow
about music most love much
perhaps it's piano, or bongo's
tween knees, or maybe an oboe
classy listening would be,
or is it some strings
that get tickled just so
or the brass section part
like botti would blow
interesting how we
the fishers of the pond
are so multi faceted
it's easy to become fond. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/28/2009 11:15:42 AM | There was a fireball/meteor on Friday night. I was in the house cleaning up and David was setting up his telescope outside at the time so I missed it. I am wondering if it ended up in the ocean after going through Rhode Island?
Fireball
I didn't see it as it pierced the night
a fireball which travelled
from Ontario to Rhode Island
He came in all out of breath
when I was told that the most amazing thing just happened
to have the night turn to day in a fleeting moment
to see a blinding light with a green tail
sail over your house
like it was an every day event
before it disappeared a crackle, rumble could be heard
without a doubt
the moon on her daytime trek
dimmed the night for this miraculous audition. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/28/2009 11:17:51 AM | [Bringing it home from first/last]
it all seemed so easy to see back in the seventies
the free form of expression
the love and acceptance
eyes just tiny mirrors hidden beneath the haze
those crazy days
we try to bring back
perpendicular in a cloud of smoke
thoughts rise from unfettered images
it doesn’t take much
to record the music
over and over again in our head
light the candles sweetie
the pipe is in the corner
in a carved wooden box
open it carefully
or the moment with be lost. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/1/2009 8:38:04 PM |
So such and such,
who's fishin must be a must,
fly castin or worm drowning
over which women -
feel the need to fuss...
Nobody is fussing in here except you?
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/9/2009 9:54:52 PM | Mouth watering smells permeate down very long halls
A large bird stuffed and trussed sits in the window of the oven
Cranberry sauce made with grandmothers able touch
Butternut squash with real butter and maple syrup
Mash potatoes with extra butter
A colourful display adorns the table lit by 6 candles
Real silver wear and bone china dishes polished
The wood of the table shines to the feel of mahogany
And chocolate
Ice cream
Coffee and cream
Apple pie
Chedder cheese
A cool breeze out on the front porch
As others gather to shake off the lethargy
Of such a feast
Family and friends
Enjoying the harvest
Of a Canadian Thanksgiving. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/9/2009 10:19:51 PM | Yum, that made my mouth water. Have to wait another month here.... Happy Thanksgiving Autumn!  | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/9/2009 10:35:12 PM | and you were sweating your butt off
and went out on the front porch
I get it
everything went splendid as intended.
the picture is lovely, darlin'
who's doing the dishes is the question
I don't have a calgon take me away suggestion | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/10/2009 5:43:53 AM | reading your writing gratefully
of thanksgiving, fireballs and previously
did not see what would greet me
did not know your history....
feeling.....tearing....
heart is full, words seem empty
my niece's daughter will be three
sharing the same name
as the one of such beauty.... | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/10/2009 11:10:42 AM | Happy Thanksgiving Autumn! You've got me in the mood now...
Glad we share a border... | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/11/2009 11:55:17 PM | Ahh Brizo, Sophia and Brawny I shall send you over some of the goodies.
We it is always a bad day for me in September, but thank you for caring. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/12/2009 8:09:13 PM | there within the skies of fallen colour rises autumn
swept within the hues of nightfall
ladden light drenches the earthtone gowns of a seasons fadding
entropic fantasies play upon whispered songs of change
each breath sharp upon my cheek
seductress of summer lost to distant affairs of the mind
her scent but lingered thoughts
chased to distant horizons by the wings of foul
seasons forever dancing
to their next lovers arms
shadow | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/13/2009 9:22:26 PM | | That was lovely Shadow and thank you for stopping in with a poem. I just haven't been able to write lately :( | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/26/2009 10:03:39 PM | A deserted park at half past seven on a Sunday night
The trees were dressed for their masquerade ball
I had a piece of paper in my hand
And a ticket to an unexpected tour of the universe
Completely random autumn showing pour deux
Telescope a gigantic mirror of possibilities
I swung on the edge of the moon looking for explosion marks
Smeared chocolate circles on Jupiter
Peeked inside the Ring Nebula without seeing
Hands behind my back
And wondered what was written on that piece of paper
Tucked tightly in my hand
The stage had been raked earlier of every leaf possible
A kaleidoscope was on fire in the darkness
The stage lights twinkling in rapture
Clouds dusting the skies
A flashlight making tiny circles on each cloud
As I lay down on the bleachers
And stared up from home plate
I couldn’t smell the fires of autumn
The assailing aroma which digs deep
Into my memory popping out childhood from
3-D children’s books
dogs marching spontaneously past
with their owners on leashes
didn’t see us
we were invisible
so many people have white picket fences
black fleur de li electrocuting emporiums
behind fences, hedges jungles
on our walk home
we were just
outside looking in | |
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| The Swine Flu
Posted: 11/5/2009 9:38:49 PM | H1N1 for Cats
Today on the six o’clock news
A 14 year old male tabby
Developed the swine flu
First recorded case so far
Symptoms:
Sneezing, not eating, lethargy…
I remember my first encounter with
Banana flavoured amoxicillin
Running round and round like an idiot
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty
Eventually you collide in the middle
Of a forced compromise
And the little darling pukes on your carpet
H1N1 for Adults
Today on the eleven o’clock news
5 more people died in close proximity
A very young infant without underlying conditions
Tonight he coughs in my bed and rests fitfully
Feverishly wiggling and rolling
I cover him up and feel unable to predict
How long it will take him to recover
Wonder if I am on the list to get this strange mix
Of hysterical media
Although my grandmother died of the Spanish flu
Monty Python could be calling outside my door…
Those eerie words spoken as the wheels of the cart
Move slowly over the cobblestones and become far too real. | |
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| The Swine Flu
Posted: 11/5/2009 11:24:51 PM | a deserted half shell
appears after years of consideration
adjusted to venus
nad her attire | |
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| The Swine Flu
Posted: 11/5/2009 11:26:17 PM | a small sand bar appears at the bottom of this half shell
and what do you think as you see it all from above
an imaginary and alike presence | |
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| The Swine Flu
Posted: 11/5/2009 11:29:33 PM | venucito delicio may embarko celesti
a small demarckation here within alignment of
previous expressions riverine and advance in exaggerations criollo | |
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