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Posted: 7/21/2007 9:57:59 AM | [[the book once read,
placed in a hallowed niche
that brings a smile to my lips
when i stumble over it
dusting or searching for
some misplaced photo
of that special birthday]
never the same in attempted rereads
though occasionally
the feeling i had reading it,
living it
the first time,
lands on my mind,
like a butterfly......./]
Ghostguy ---I am a librarian in ecstacy over that life as book poem up there.
You are a wordsmith of great ability! Thank you for sharing this lovely, lovely poem!
I award you the  Goldfish of Glory! | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 5:16:49 AM | *L* ah! the much sought after goldfish of Glory! so much better than the dreaded Goldfish of DOOM! or the Guppy of Guilt
thanky kindly ma'am
this is another from the vaults ( but not librarily related)
Sometimes
it just spills out,
no foreplay-
no soft strokings
of sweetflesh…….
no murmurs,
just the upending of a particular container
out on the dry hot summer road,
all the secrets blowing down the highway
-bits of afterthought clinging to them
as they tumble and skitter like brittle
dancers……
a microcosm of life,
fanfareless, unheralded and unforeseen-
that bananapeel your mind isn’t expecting
that disorients you
and pauses and twists
the path 0f that unique journey
..past thieves and
..saints
..who've found or lost themselves
..by plan or happenstance
godlead or demon-guided
all spilled out together
caught in the same uncaring summer wind | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 8:15:26 PM | Coming Out From Under
Calamitous Intent
With masochistic undertones
Acquiescing to Requests
Only meant to Undermine
Patronizing Pleasures
That one carnally Undergoes
Fortuitous in Aspirations
Sought but to Underacheive
Striving Surreptitiously
Yet at the outset Underbid
Half baked and in the Bag
Mediocre talent Underdone
Salaciously Surreal
With no purpose Underlined
Loquaciously Lascivious
But with reputation Undeserved | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 4:40:50 AM | thanks girls much appreciated
this is one of my most favorite poems
it is, perhaps, no secret,
no solemn wordful occult magic,
that when you lay down in that, our bed,
your limbs and eyes speak moonlit oceans ,
and first-light-of-day
glimmering tidal pools
to me
or when your slim cool hands
place in mine that fragile key
your lips purse, tongue languid,
and your eyes seduce me into unlocking that
soft cage, loosing that urgent beast within
it is, perhaps, no secret
my childlike wonder at it's smooth grace
as it pads about me,
nostrils flared, scenting
the clumsy motions of my hands
as i take my place between the arch of your legs
and you answer with a slight smile and intake of breath,
my fingers moving inside you,
slipping deeply into that dark warm.
holding that delicate silky membrane
and feeling your pulse,
your breath ragged gasps now,
the urgent beast fed for a time..
this is, perhaps, no secret , the why of me
and the worship at the fleshy altar of you | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 6:34:35 AM | Hi Thorn, Autumn, Ghostguy...REM if you stop in.
Just want to report that REM is having some technical, rather some health difficulties at this time. All you who appreciate her, please keep her in mind. She's having an ultrasound done today. I hope she doesn't mind me broadcasting that I'm anxiously awaiting the results. She had cancer surgery several years ago and well. I guess y'all see what I'm saying.
Here's the deal, REM. You get to have migranes and duck out of my life for days at a time, but now that's it. You get to suffer, but I'm drawing the line, no more tumors. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 10:04:25 AM | hey, there's plenty of poems to write still, rem, come back soon.
Sending you a well wish, also...;-)
and ghostguy, Very nice reading! | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 10:15:36 AM | | You did the right thing bic by letting us know about our favourite earth mother. Hey REM you will love ghostguy's new poem I know you will. Please be well. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 12:57:03 PM | Quick Hi to y'all. REM isn't answering her phone yet--may not be back yet from the ultrasound. I asked her how long before she'd get results and she said she didn't know, but she hoped it wouldn't take more than like a day. You never know quite how the medical bureaucracy will work. So, I haven't talked to her since yesterday--but, when I do I'll tell her I posted this.
In the meantime, the notes people have left for her will touch her more deeply than you can imagine. Yeah, it would be a shame for her to miss out on your well-wishes. Thanks to all who have posted or who will, on her behalf. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 7:26:27 PM | | A quick unofficial update. The technician said she didn't see anything. So that's a step in the right direction. The doctor's analysis should be in tomorrow sometime. REM is very tired and resting, but she sends her regards. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 5:16:32 AM | As a
BIG C survivor I can relate to the testings and anxiety that
accompany those kind of med problems
Luck and Strength to you REM
bicpen thanks for the heads up kiddo | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 3:12:56 PM | | REM...... you KNOW I got the hotline number for survival!!!!!!!!!! Love you, praying for you, sending you healing green light, soft blue light for some harmony and lots of pink for love, love, love and more love..... we bow before the face of your dawn and watch your diamond necklace of stars fading into the light of your soul.... eternity whispers our hope!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 5:31:30 PM | Well, REM didn't hear from the doc today. But we're just encouraged that the technician said she didn't see anything. You know they aren't supposed to say anything, but it's been the happy experience of myself and others that when the tech does say that, it bodes well for the official report.
Chronic ailments, painful ailments, anything that's treatable instead of progressive, we can abide. So it's good to know it looks like there's not some "thing" in her.
So I guess we can say no news is good news as far as that goes. Most likely the call list to people who have good test results is longer than the one for bad. I'll buy that.
Her internet connection is messed up today. Last night, her phone wasn't working, now this. AT&T is the devil.
Y'all are great.
Haiku for REM 
When summer's dead heat
fades into autumn, I see
you healed and vibrant. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 8:22:13 PM | The waves
The flow of the water..
Earth
Sky
earth
Sky
We are but part of the water cycle
Our thoughts,
the riverbanks
that contain the flow
our beliefs,
the words we repeat to ourselves
until they are true.
And these
self made truths
are the dams
that challenge the flow
Breath in health.
breath in life
breathe
the breath
of life
and let go
Let it flow
through you
and trust where that takes you... | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 10:49:08 PM | these seeds of hope tonight
whisper rebirth
sorrow will not lie
on my chest, crushing
my breath
tomorrow we will awake
and wear the sunlight. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 7:21:57 AM | Hi Everybody. The ultrasound was good. Bloodwork is good. Looks like REM gets to continue on with aches and pains that merely torture you, but are part of your own body, instead of a grim-reaper binge.
I think her internet is still messed up. I saw her last night, but she was tending to me, so I didn't ask her about it.
She hasn't seen your blessings yet. On her behalf, God bless all of you who took time to leave her your inspirations, compassions and support. . . and also on my behalf. I don't even want to think of what I'd do without her. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 11:25:51 AM | Thanks for the update Ms Bic.....
She can't get drugs for the pains and aches????????
good wishes to you both | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 7:39:17 AM | If Miles Were But Inches
If miles were but inches…
You would never again doubt the endearments I so casually tossed about
Tossing turning, moving forward going back trying to overcome the untoward despite the lack
Of never knowing but always growing
Like fires fueled to quench the desires that ruled
The days and nights of haze and fright
When you were alone afraid to far gone to be made
Aware of how much I love you
How much I adore you
How much those simple words I said hold in store for you
You see to be free, and in my arms forever I’d hoped you’d be
Safe from the storm yet unalarmed, despite the harm the darkness brings
But you are there and I am here
And miles are not inches despite how much I wish they were
So for now no matter how
The emptiness of shattered dreams or mixed emotional matters seem
You need to know that the those stars afar that light the night from where you are
Are the very same my dear that I see from here
Clear silent beacons guiding like Sunday Deacons chiding
Reminding me that on the other side despite the changing times and tide
Is that woman who loves me
That woman who adores me
That woman who waits still though she hates the miles that lie before me
Between the rise and fall, despite the tender sighs and all
The hours of talk and powers that balk
That causes you to be there and me to be here
Miles melt into inches every time I think of you and see those same stars up above
Sleep now my lover pull up the covers
Lay your worried head to rest forget the hurried words I’ve said at best
These things too shall pass at last will come the time to forget the past
Of never knowing but always growing
Fires smothered no longer mothered
Dream of the days and nights that raise the heights
Of the bar that measures what we are through treasured moments from afar
Rest easy knowing that I love you
Rest easy knowing I adore you
Rest easy knowing that nothing on hell or earth can keep me from you forever
That neither rivers of fire nor brimstone rain will stay my desire to come home again
As the dust swirls my lust for you unfurls
And I am racing running down the dirt road that takes me home to you
Although only but inches how it still feels like a thousand miles now
And will
Until you are in my arms and I am once again lost forever in your eyes
Then and only then will I truly be home again | |
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