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Posted: 3/17/2007 3:49:30 PM | I just *knew* that line came too easy, lol!
"A certain slant of light" belongs to Ms. Emily Dickinson. . . .
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Posted: 3/17/2007 9:14:59 PM | wooby, I often wonder when things come easy whether I unwittingly plagiarized....that poem I wrote for you just blam, into my head.....usually I have to work on it, going......no, not that word and then looking up synonyms (wondering whether I'm beginning senility because I can't command my own memory anymore)
I loved my land so much upon sight when I bought it I wanted to roll on it like a dog......much later I found out my paternal grandmother graduated in a little town less than 5 miles from here, and I wondered whether the instant familiarity was instinctual......... I have less wanderlust here than I have ever had, but it comes every spring......
The poem about the bumblebee says something about trumpeting daffodils too....
Brolga, that is heady praise coming from you......I can't begin to tell you how much I admire your writing....I think the reason I expect Milton to be more sexual is his name is so similar to the woman who wrote "Little Birds" and "Delta of Venus"....
On pain
sometimes the hurting can stop
visit the land
of the past
dive to the bottom
of the sea of pain
without drowning
bring up the oyster
and find the pearl
formed by the hardship
of constant irritation
life is a double edged sword
perfect bliss
never produces genius....
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Posted: 3/17/2007 9:38:10 PM | Kiss
kiss inside my mouth
breathy feathers
kiss inside my wrists
longing service
kiss inside my elbows
infant bent
kiss inside my knees
lover buckled
kiss inside my groin
sex tensed
kiss inside my womb
woman hearted
LS 1/27/07 | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
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Posted: 3/18/2007 9:05:54 AM | Hey there. Startin to catch up a little on your thread. So beautiful, mature, deep.
I'm gonna try to leave a poem here. It might just be a half thought.
Of all the things one can gain and lose
Won, earned, given, stolen, spent from use
The one thing that was never meant to spend
Is the part of someone's heart you claim as a friend.
The lines between disinterest, like and love are never thin.
A liar's erase betrays the mind of truth, which can't be rewritten.
If such denial, apathy, abandonment becomes commonplace,
Then truth be the war prisoner in the defeat of the human race. | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 105 | |
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Posted: 3/18/2007 9:44:20 AM | I saw a little TV yesterday. Here's a little therapy for me:
Hero, a retired teacher, scoutmaster, father of six
takes a self-righteous hike way out in the sticks.
When over a rise towards him comes two barking
dogs, one quite vicious, Hero's mauling alarms are harking
Then he sees approaching a cursing, hostile man
who most likely has spotted the gun in Hero's hand
What an ***hole this unbathed, dog-running stranger,
Whose last hint of social grace is blocked out by Effixor*.
It can be imagined this low life with no respect for life
threatened our hero with death, flooding his ego with strife.
However, alll we know for sure is that Hero used his gun to cure
this life-quaking harrassment in the wilderness of nature.
Three hollow-point bullets or something extra-violent
appropriate for a scoutmaster, honor and justice bent.
The hero shot the hobo three times in the chest**, then
put his own back back down for a hobo's head rest. When
the authorities got there, our hero took his stand,
his glowing credentials from his billfold in his hand.
He claims he is innocent, even proud that he had stayed
The Court so cruel, to remove him from the family he has made.
*Effixor is an antidepressant.
**I was asleep during part of the show. Didn't catch the distance the shots were fired at. But the hobo was unarmed and I don't think there was any indication that the shots were fired at very close range. | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 106 | |
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Posted: 3/18/2007 10:29:33 AM | | In the poem above should read: "put his own back pack down for a hobo's head rest" not back back. Sorry didn't proofread. I won't bother you with other corrections. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2007 11:34:53 AM | | Brizo-for yours in #102: Thankyou, indeed. That is so encouraging. Makes me determined to shake this rotten cold and get going again. | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 108 | |
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Posted: 3/18/2007 12:14:17 PM | | Hey y'all. I'd like to apologize for any offensiveness of my last poem. It is not intended to insult Boy Scouts, teachers or fathers. I myself was a cub scout leader at one time. My point was the evil that this act of murder casts on all three of those revered occupations. The court case the poem refers to is Arizona v. Frye, if I'm not mistaken. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2007 5:07:19 PM | SkylookIf I were the prosecuting attorney in the case, I would ask the first obvious question: If the hiker felt threatened by the dogs, why didn't he shoot them instead of the hobo? And why would a dead man care if his head was cradled?
I'm glad you're back to writing again Sky, I checked out your thread yesterday........been kind of busy working, but I try to keep up .....
Cool Brolga, I'll be waiting...between you and Erik and Blackie, I get to read so much great fiction.....
earth
frame of time
that is my teacher
stupid
maybe
And put me away
Here and now
hatch into the next
century
watch helpless
beloved earth
whored out
mother, sister
don't you know
she was always
a courtesan
and should have been
carefully kept?
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Posted: 3/18/2007 7:44:43 PM | posted in Rory's thread.....
microcosmos
everything exists
synchronistically
and yet
separate
the bugs and the clouds
are unaware of your problems
(though dogs and trees
may know)
day and night
ebb and flow
the binary world
spins janus faced
while ducks intersect chaos
with orderly lines
and fungi mushroom
wantonly
coral (ever the individualist)
grows its own
quirky way
ask the rabbit
about suffering
and cats
about discretion......
the praying mantises
form bayonet brigades!
listen to the cricket symphony
with peep frog accompaniment
and ask yourself
who is the director?
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Posted: 3/19/2007 8:22:19 PM | another one from first last, Bobby's rhymes and the "pines" in Roryland.....
God
that night a thousand years ago
above the far flung cosmos glow
echoed by tiny lightning bugs
as above, so below
think of trees with branches spread
then narrow down with trunk that's fed
by roots that burrow underground
whose food is leaves that fell off dead
some find their god within four walls
but there I've never heard his calls
give me the trees, and bugs and sky
I hear his footsteps down those halls
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Posted: 3/20/2007 1:52:40 PM | posted already in Alyoshas thread, I whittled it down till it lost its meaning.....putting "I" there seems very egotistical and self absorbed, however, without it, it loses something.....so "I" redid it.......and reposted in Om's
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Quicksilver
I am mercury
if you inflict pressure
I scatter
I am primary
inexorably gathering
when you turn away
I am amorphous
I resist adherence
to any but myself
I cohere
with my core bonded
my integrity is restored
I am elemental
enigmatic
I elude comprehension
I can be none other
but left intact
not squeezed
I can react
with your impetus
and show your temperature
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Posted: 3/21/2007 11:57:56 AM | after my run in with unemployment this morning, a little social dissension seems even more timely. How is it that if you were overpaid, they decrease your benefits, but if their website was down or they screwed up in some way you are out your benefits, and there is no going backward? Today I just went back two weeks,(which they previously claimed was impossible) but it was to their benefit that I did so.....argh! If I were a lawyer, I would file a class action suit on their a*s*s........
Uncle 1/13/07
shall be joined in unity, ever freed
that's suposed to be our creed
but freedom died an ugly death
when industry began to breed
Now medicine's about the dollar
health care's wearing insurance's collar
you pay more to bank than you earn to save
they squeeze us till we want to holler
forgive me for my politics
I'm white trailer trash from the sticks
but mine is one of many rants
about those white collar pricks
who run our business, state and nation
and give us such a stingy ration
of revenue from taxes paid
while they buy more ammunition
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:08:14 PM | Vox
your granddaughter
erased
your message
the one
that made
me smile
you addressing
the machine
as me
forty-one messages
she said
astounded
while I ran
toward the
machine
urgently
to avert
disaster
later
I tried
to hide
my intent
but she knew
and I could not
spare her
the sorrow
anymore
than I could
save
myself
knowing
you would
hate
causing
the pain
LS 1/31/07 | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 115 | |
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:16:01 PM | Hi friend.
Your answering machine poem probably hits home with a lot of us. I wish I still had my old machine with messages from my Dad on it.
I'm really glad you got a b***chy political poem up there, too. We need a lot more of those. All your poems are graced with mature wisdom and a comfort to this kindred spirit. | |
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:32:29 PM | Thanks, Sky......I certainly have the chronological maturity.......not sure it carries over into mental maturity......
I was thinking about that court case. I think the hobo was still alive awhile. Otherwise the perp wouldn't have put his head on a backpack. You don't tend dead people, except to clean and bury them. Perhaps he was trying to raise him up so he could breathe....and why was it necessary to shoot this unarmed man three times? Something's fishy here.....
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Alphabet Spring
Saw a possum with heart shaped face
Purveying the field, a red wing blackbird
Robin sighting, first of the year
Images imbue imagination
Now the narcissus is next
Giddy germination and gestation
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:56:19 PM | Another b!tchy political proesy, and there's more where that came from.....so much fodder, so little time....posted in portraits of GWB and PenPal's thread......
In America
In America
land of miniature presidents
firemen and astronauts
not one child is left behind
the urge to be heroic
is instilled in each
dream big dreams
the teachers and principals
and guidance counselors
intone enthusiastically
Does anyone ask
whether their big dream
was deskbound?
What happens to the soul
when they learn there
is only one president
groomed from Mayflower aristocracy
and a handful of astronauts
and the only dream left
for the peasants
is to become a fireman?
Prozac numbs the
overwhelming sense of failure
and the desperation
of unfulfilled potential
in our youth
as they realize
it's not possible
for everyone to be a star
Because we never teach
there is honor and worthiness
in nurses aides, and teachers
and garbage collectors
that their parents
are the unsung heroes
who are sorely needed
but never recognized
while drug addled athletes
become heroes
and wealthy drop outs
become presidents
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Posted: 3/21/2007 2:50:59 PM | Prozac numbs the
overwhelming sense of failure....awesome writes Brizo | |
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Posted: 3/21/2007 7:39:36 PM | Thank you gandalf..........I like your thread too, I check it quite a bit.....you've left a lot in there the past few days, is spring making you more prolific, or is it stuff you've already written?
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I wrote this for the Viking:
Erik 12/15/07
a tender hug
horned
friend
who gets the
risque crust
deserving
always
the soft middle
slathered with
respect
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Posted: 3/22/2007 9:54:48 AM | bringing it home from "The pines" and gandalf's thread.......maybe even Jer's portraits of Bush......
The underclass
little people everywhere
from many nations
and continents
just mind reaching
internet mind
leaving thoughts
in cyber time
we are regarded
as insects crushed
beneath the bootheel
of power
yet we outnumber
outlast
outlove
outlive
indestructible as roaches
surviving annihilation
we scurry off
with the crumbs
"and the meek shall inherit the earth"
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 121 | |
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Posted: 3/22/2007 10:14:45 AM | Re: The Underclass:
That's a nice thought. But
what if they pull our plug?
We are remiss not to work on Plan B.
By the way, about the hobo shooting. I may have that court case wrong. That's what my friend told me the case name was, but I tried to google it and couldn't find it. I wish society (as represented by the "hero" of the poem) could go after the snakes of humanity and leave the barking dogs alone or even throw us a bone. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2007 10:17:02 AM |
who loves me best will let me be
Some lines, like this one, just explode in your face. They appear at first like the most ordinary, unpretentious caravan, you hardly pay it any attention. And then you look again and it's loaded with quiet truth.
I'd like to use it, if I may, as the opening line and theme of a poem of my own. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2007 10:58:19 AM | certainly, Jer....now, hopefully I have found someone who will just let me be......his first gift was a poem of mine superimposed on a photograph he had taken, it was one of the best gifts I have ever received.....my best self reflected back at me......
And if I irritated you with the poem I left in your thread, I apologize.....I am not saying it's wrong to go forward enthusiastically into love, because it's not.........but every relationship is it's own epic.....you know that Bob Seger song "Roll Me Away" standing at the great divide, I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide.......I love that feeling......
Skylook, not to stir the waters, but did you see the disgusting story about the little boy who was raped to death and smothered by not one, but two pedophiles, while the wife and mother watched? They are asking for the death penalty.......oh, and then a friend help bury the body. Four people involved in that disgusting act of depravation and cruelty.....but we go chasing after potheads and car theifs.....
here is one about Ed, at the very beginning of our relationship......
Check Mate
Remember how you acted that day
when you leaned into me and made me sway
there I was with my tilted face
I forfeited, to my disgrace
I opened my eyes to see you there
smiling and all too aware
my libido had danced to your fiddlers tune
now that you had seen me swoon
my face turned red to my chagrin
but I rather wanted you to win...
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 124 | |
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Posted: 3/22/2007 11:34:33 AM | Love "Checkmate". 
Oh my. Another classic.
As for your "stirring the waters"... yes, do stir.
I can't comment--ok, I can...Public and private depravity is commonplace. That poor child would have been better off claimed for embryonic stem cell research, before his years of suffering could begin. You know we can never end all suffering. But, it would be nice to see how many live children we could save from becoming lap dogs for devils. I wonder if that family had neighbors... | |
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Posted: 3/22/2007 5:06:18 PM | Brizo, there are times when I wish I believed in Hell. . . .
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