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| Bravo Eye Guy!
Posted: 7/28/2007 1:30:03 PM | First laugh of the day 3:24 p.m. Eye Guy, that is, barre non, the BEST chigger poem I have ever read or ever need to read. 
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| Bravo Eye Guy!
Posted: 7/28/2007 1:47:26 PM | | I agree ....that Chigger poem...was an absolute HOOT...I smiled all the way through it...WELL DONE eye guy. This Wabbit is very impressed with that write. | |
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| Three-quarter Moon (reworked)
Posted: 7/29/2007 3:14:59 AM | Three-quarter moon
timid, yearning glow--
forced to hang
in the coarse pressed paper
illusion of sky.
Movie stars
pierce the fabric,
tease my glad-
rag perception.
In spite of what they
suggest, I remember
what they are not.
Three-quarter moon,
you know what
I mean.
Note: Originally posted in "patchworking lines for the mother" | |
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| Hi friend (reworked)
Posted: 7/29/2007 3:25:09 AM | Hi friend
This evening
I watched the dew fall--
Visible air, streaked like glass.
Recent rain and evening dew
make the summer
seem almost normal--
a reprieve from
record-setting drought
and all it must portend.
I've been watching
quiet things
precipitate in my mind
as well.
Smoggy remnants
of ill-resolve,
Vaporous hopes
for my deepest sacrament;
melting memories,
forming condensation
droplets on the chalice
of my soul.
I know that this is
the summer
of this heart-break's healing...
but,
Oh, how I wish that it would rain.
Note: originally published in Red Earth Mothers, "Free Verse Poetry Festival" | |
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| Death Blossoms (revised)
Posted: 7/29/2007 6:43:50 AM | each age
of life blossoms new
death blossoms for a time
last flower of a life
and most sublime.
what is happening,
the mystery of it,
how it can be so beautiful,
shows only to love.
most translucent the face
as buds a soul.
eyes, reflective ponds--
blessed seers bathe,
souls commune.
hands, worlds from the mind
touch the living, balance
the body in transition.
feet, most innocent--
delightful, darling,
soon to be forgotten.
Only eyes of love
are worthy to witness
the vision of the
flowering of death.
Until you know,
don't be surprised to hear,
"he was looking much better before he died".
Note: originally posted in "Dead Poet's Society" | |
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| Poem by crazylilting
Posted: 7/29/2007 8:39:15 AM | The following poem was written by crazylilting in the "first line, last line thread" Thank you crazylilting for permitting me to post it here.
The first line, actually, the first two lines are credited to greengrassofhome.
such love such gentleness
did not exist before love
For the existential existence
was without resonance
Nothing seemed real
The tree the forest
the crack of its fall
meant nothing
What did my love mean
Without its expression
freely accepted its need not
grasping into empty vacuum's
Empty husks empty hearts
need filling with no end
surely ones purpose
ones existence
need not dilute ones presence
Ones true note
means nothing without
its resonance of neighboring on a scale
To live is to Love
To be is to find its expression
without dissonance | |
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| Poem by crazylilting
Posted: 7/30/2007 10:15:49 AM | Cat update: the cats are fine.
I'd like to thank crazylilting again for the previous poem.
To live is to Love
To be is to find its expression
without dissonance.
I would comment more on it, but
my mind at the moment is frozen in anger. I'm strongly motivated to try a poetic venting of this anger, but
broadcasting anger always feels like such a risky thing to do. And it's righteous anger, but
don't we always feel our anger righteous, and don't the truly righteous end up martyring themselves too often. Besides,
one would think that each of us poets here would have enough personal confidantes to satisfy our needs for momentary emotional release. However,
sometimes confidantes are too close to the problem, having respected our chosen self-entrapments for so long. (After all, behavior does lend itself to patterns.)
In this particular case,
the issue appears pivotal for my very life path, and has a much broader significance to the audience, perhaps/ perhaps not
the specific audience of this thread--yet,
the audience of the society to which I am contemporary.
Here's the index:
Ex-husband, see also: buddy; known me all my life; the kind of arse hole that makes people confuse arse holes with racists.
The "N" word, see also: word I do not tolerate in public, though I have in the past; deal-breaker at the point that I specifically request the non-use of that one word in my presence and a man is too lazy and egocentric to comply. | |
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| Poem by crazylilting
Posted: 7/30/2007 5:46:16 PM | A minute ago,
two children in their small front yard
played with small animals
(a frequent image to my eyes)
A girl with a leggy kitten on a leash
A boy with body-heavy puppy held at the armpits
barefoot children, reprieved of their
un-airconditioned indoor climate
too secure for boredom
their mom still housed
along with some assortment of their siblings
and the unprivileged animals
(whatever collection they own at the moment)
all of them pliant to one another
in the modest setting of family.
The kitten, tamed, in comfortable and curious
give and take with the girl;
The boy put the puppy in the mailbox.
It barely fit--snout seeking the outside air.
He closed it up in there and knocked on
the lid, put his face up to the lid, opened it
played peek-a-boo, up on his toes like this
a few minutes.
By this time, the kitten was off the leash, and the
girl was vacantly looking around.
The girl and boy trotted back to their porch
and into their house.
Reminded me of last week,
driving down an isolated country road,
I saw a stand of children, in
a sprawled arrangement with their bikes,
play clothes drooping in the heat, cheeks
and lips blushing like paint, plump like
Hummel figurines, waiting for the car to pass.
The quiet of Alabama summer is in no way remarkable.
This is my 45th.
What is amazing is to know for sure that there is
an unquiet world beyond. | |
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| Poem by ravincause
Posted: 7/31/2007 8:28:50 PM | That is
As bad
as it
seems.
Nightmares
bad dreams
dark answers
to questions
so hard
it seems
impossible to ask.
First task
Become aware
of every doubt poking through
the fabric of intent, you knew
all along
it was wrong.
Second consideration
what nation
owns your soul?
And can you be whole
without it?
Do you doubt it?
Third attention
is to detail
never fail
to take account
no amount
of regret changes
or re arranges
the past.
And last
your hope must outlast
and move past
the circumstance.
It is the dance
of creation
and we are moving out of time
and rhythm
into a new universe
Curse
or blessing
I'm guessing
we get to choose
and the words of the muse
and the prophets become one
under a bran new sun.
Note: thank you ravincause for allowing me to add your work to my collection. This was first posted tonight in first-line, last-line. Credit to eye guy for the first line. | |
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| Poem by ravincause
Posted: 7/31/2007 8:31:49 PM | Release all the pain......and man...just live
Don't let this sickness take hold, don't give
in to the fear, or in to the madness
cry all the tears and release all the sadness
Move through the rage and the terror and doubt
cry it, scream it, sweat it all out
Push past the patterns that hold you in the pain
and transform your body to health once again.
Note: Thank you again, ravincause. This one was originally posted tonight in last-line, repeated stanza. Credit to Jules-4u for the first line. | |
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| Poem by ravincause
Posted: 8/1/2007 5:49:30 PM | exorcism
disappear, yet last
live under my skin
nest in
my heart
and take up all
the room
a ghost
from the past
outclassing
all contenders
I look forward
to giving you
your eviction
notice
Ls 8/01/07
first, last | |
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| Poem by ravincause
Posted: 8/1/2007 6:39:45 PM | Hi Brizo. Thanks for the post. Wish I had someone qualified to exorcise my ghost.
Dagblasted subconscious. Dream visitor. hah! nevermind. anyway...
Note to all future posters: feel free to change the subject line to suit your titles and/or your own name here. One more thing.
My son has to use the computer now. | |
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| Lyrics to the song "Solitaire"
Posted: 8/1/2007 8:49:49 PM | Solitaire
SOLITAIRE
(Neil Sedaka/Phil Cody)
There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love, thru his indifference
A heart that cared, that went unshared
Until it died within his silence
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitare
And keeping to himself begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing game comes to an end
And he deals them out again
A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand he's playing
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire
And keeping to himself begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing game comes to an end
And he deals them out again
And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire | |
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| Lyrics to the song "Long Tall Glasses" by Leo Sayer
Posted: 8/1/2007 9:02:27 PM | Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
I was travellin down the road, feelin hungry and cold
I saw a sign sayin food and drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me a look inside
I saw so much food, there was water comin from my eye
Yeah there was ham an there was turkey, there was caviar
An long tall glasses, with wine up to yar
An then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like fred astaire
You know I cant dance, you know I cant dance
You know I cant dance, you know I cant dance
I cant dance
I am a man of the road -- a hobo by name
I dont seek entertainment, just poultry and game
But if its all the same to you, then yes I will try my hand
If you were as hungry as me then Im sure you would understand
Hmmm
Now wait a minute
Let me see now
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
Im sure I can dance, Im sure I can dance..
I can dance
I can dance
I really hit the floor
Ah feels good
Look at me dancin
I did a two-step, quick-step and a bossa nova
A little victor silvester, and a rudy valentino
You should a seen me movin, right across the floor
Hand me down my tuxedo, next week Im comin back for more
I can dance -- oh yes! I can dance
Look at me dancin the floor movin
I feel good -- I can dance
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance. | |
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| Lyrics to the song, "Another Place'
Posted: 8/1/2007 9:05:31 PM | Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
Another time, love
You know I cant quite recognise your face, love
Although I feel I know you from someplace, love
Another time, love -- but not now
Another face, love
Im sure I know the voice, but not the face, love
I know you think I know you but then youre wrong, love
I dont know, love, who I am
Ysee Im lost...
And I dont know who I am
Another town, love
Tomorrow night I play another town, love
The show keeps rolling on and so it goes, love
I dont know, love where Im bound
I must be going now
Im sorry Im unsure
I must be going now
Maybe well meet again
Another time, love -- another town -- another place
Ysee Im lost
And I dont know who I am
Note: tonight I've got my records out. Wish you could all be here--Bic | |
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| Lyrics "Everybody's Talkin'" by Fred Neil
Posted: 8/2/2007 6:34:52 AM | Note: I like the Neil Diamond Version...from the album "touching you touching me"
Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind
People stoppin' starin'
I don't see the faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Thru the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off the northeast wind
Sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
People stoppin' starin'
I don't see the faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Thru the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off the northeast wind
Sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
Everybody's talkin' at me | |
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| Memories from a darker time,...
Posted: 8/2/2007 11:54:59 PM | - A MEMORY ~ FOUND ON SCENE, BUT INNOCENT -
Always the serpent they see and hate
Found by warriors but came there late
Seen while I crouched to aid the fallen
Now they converged as if Loki callin'
Rising unsure but then saw their eyes
Accusing fingers that pointed like lies
Woe to the masses who storm me with ease
Thinking to drive me in pain to my knees
Never a conflict from one such as me
That is the dream that just would not be
Then all the fighters at once packed and hard
Suddenly stinging and bleeding, heads jarred!
Fools without forthought who savage the snake
Kindness for weakness, perceptions mistake
Now on my feet and towering tall
It takes no thought to make the strong fall
Fueled by their rage, but tainted with fear
I did not do it, but that was not clear
Aid to the fallen was all that I tried
But when attacked, you wake my dark side
One then another the martial art kings
Falling before me like fowl with broke wings
Speed more than power and deadly the strike
Fighting like breathing, though not to my like
Looking around as the body count grew
Finally broken they fled, the wise few
Flashes of violence and bits from the past
Faded but lurking as if ever fast
- Erik - | |
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| One I posted in repeated stanzas and forgotten
Posted: 8/3/2007 10:12:47 AM |
You can receive all my undivided attention
Merely bestow token honorable mention
This is assuming I've lost my freakin mind
Cuz darlin' you gotta know my love ain't that blind.
If your tears and your words and your eyes don't all match up
and you don't have for me the golden plated royal cup
then you and I are nothing more than time of day
no matter how long I regret that I let you walk away.
Note: thanks Soul Seductive for the first line. | |
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| One I posted in repeated stanzas and forgotten
Posted: 8/3/2007 10:21:59 AM | The tide is coming in
Silent sand ready for saturation
footsteps of a vacant thought
washed in the freshness of foam
momentary oblivion
Awareness of heaves and tugs
one chooses to ignore.
Muscles of the body machine
engaged, even as the the soul
manufactures prospects of
eternity...
soon to be distracted
by sweat,
soon to be lost
in the undefined shore.
Note: thanks to hortense for the first line. (Note to self, changed quiet to silent in second line and third verse changed drastically) | |
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| Quiet Summer
Posted: 8/3/2007 5:20:50 PM | habituated to external stimuli
(I've seen all good people*)
blink a shadow sparkle
life continues
breathe a squeeze release
flex
stretch
perk an ear
breath is loud and
nose hairs have dandruff
the lining of the cheek tastes like sweaty neck
awareness turned inward
aware of awareness of awareness
cause this time is time in time with your time*
how many in prime of life
broken for money, isolated, exist
sheltered only from the sun
(turn their heads*)
the price of gas only had to be raised to a point and only for a time...
no matter . . . no matter. . .
phones lines disconnected, so long internet
no matter, quiet summer. . .
blink a shadow sparkle.
body in repose,
life continues.
... each day so satisfied...*
*Note: lines from Yes Songs, "Your Move" and "Seen All good People" | |
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| Quiet Summer
Posted: 8/3/2007 6:32:57 PM | A Flux of Life
Life fluctuates
at times to reflect just where we are
we may then see
ground below our feet or perhaps a shooting star
these fluctuations
of our surroundings can seem great to our eye
perhaps from within
we may flutter a heartfelt sigh
yet of these we must endure
for in our life
to find a cure.
(in reference my friend to our phone chat today....I think you know as to what I speak.....or maybe not?  ) | |
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| Quiet Summer
Posted: 8/4/2007 10:17:50 AM | Hi friend. Yeah, I hate to always be so bleak. But if you're a wheel in need of some grease, best to look for some way to squeak!
Let me now, in fact take this opportunity to invite anyone here who is broke--
this space is free to those who would dare spirit of good fortune to invoke!!!
I don't think any of yens out there are having money problems, now are ye?
Taint nuthin to be ashamed of. Even folks who might have a buffer, I bet smell a bit more poverty in the air this summer. | |
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| A Contribution from The Meetaman
Posted: 8/4/2007 2:15:24 PM | I enjoy many songs from many genres, but there are not many songs that make me wish I'd written them. This is one...
O Lucky Man! by Alan Price
If you have a friend on whom you think you can rely -
You are a lucky man!
If you've found the reason to live on and not to die -
You are a lucky man!
Preachers and poets and scholars don't know it,
Temples and statues and steeples won't show it,
If you've got the secret just try not to blow it -
Stay a lucky man!
If you've found the meaning of truth in this old world -
You are a lucky man!
If knowledge hangs around your neck like pearls instead of chains -
You are a lucky man!
Takers and fakers and talkers won't tell you,
Teachers and preachers will just buy and sell you,
When no one can tempt you with heaven or hell -
You'll be a lucky man!
You'll be better by far
To be just what you are.
You can be what you want
If you are what you are
-And that's a lucky man!
(BTW - "Poor People" and "Look Over Your Shoulder" from the "O Lucky Man!" soundtrack are also brilliant...) | |
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| A Contribution from The Meetaman
Posted: 8/5/2007 12:14:16 PM |
I have the telephone
unplugged today.
It's not that I'm
depressed--but
that I've not a thing
to say.
Although I've been
awake my mind
is only now
meeting the day.
Time, the past,
the people there
have all been
far away.
As I've nothing left to
add, I guess I'll now
be on my way. | |
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| Eye guy at it Again
Posted: 8/5/2007 2:09:16 PM | Funny, read your blurb:
A guy chasing a turtle on a mountain road in Montana got run over by a firetruck.
Reminds me of…well...
Almost a brain fade moment
I was a wide eyed spectator
at the local Saturday night auction
Looking over some homemade concoction
I could add to my bizarre collection
Puzzled: suddenly...
I couldn’t find no perfect rhyme for spectator
So, I gave up that idea and thought
I’ll just be quiet and watch the auction…
Then I purchased a sauerkraut dog and "ate er"
(well that kinda’ rhymes)
Look here:
Man with the gavel and a big ten gallon hat
Big wad of tobacco in his chubby cheeks
Could spew twenty words a second just like that
How can you talk that fast through all that baby fat?
Man in the front row had the only bid
on a Baby kangaroo for only
A paltry five bucks a low bid he did
But before the gavel fell
Before they sounded the bell
The kangaroo got so incensed
Over the cheapness of the low ball bid
Leaned back on his tail
And kick the man into the third row he did
The auctioneer distracted swallowed his juicy wad
He turned green thought he would die by God
The crowd roared and the action got hotter
Much hotter than the hot dog water...
The bidding picked up and started all over again
The kangaroo got excited for someone to win
But I went home empty handed again
and my belly started rumbling again
Do you have any Alky Seltzer Bic-pen? | |
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