| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/8/2007 9:34:30 PM | Birthday
The first in 65 years
without you in it.
Bracketed for me
the tender black silhouettes
of trees against early and late
light
Soft spring air
I dreamed you in the middle
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/10/2007 9:28:00 PM | sea, sensual, sensuality, sensuous, sexuality, smiling
finger play, palm
tracing the space between fingers
across the plane of belly
rise of hip
feeling from the touched spaces
chest, shoulder
drifting across the galaxies at play
voices intermingling
ssoft talk
braiding into breath
talking the joy,
making more
tracing the small swell of lip
cheek, fine furls of nostril
the curl of ear. . . .
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/11/2007 6:15:48 AM | Wooby, a sister in the first poem?  Mine is a lifelong friend, as long as both our lives continue. And the one left behind will try to look after the family.........I have a little sister too, she is eight, but she seems more like one of my grandchildren........... | |
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Posted: 5/11/2007 3:46:29 PM | Brizo ~~ Tuesday was Edwin's birthday. That first year of anniversaries. . . . I'm safe now till September, I think.
My two sisters are 14 and 16 years younger than me. I was sorta the half-mom. Changed a lot of diapers, etc.
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Posted: 5/11/2007 6:21:32 PM | Wooby...
When I visit the 'Parlor' I feel I am home...
"Birthday" and "Sea..." are extrordinary colorful voices in a gray world. Thank you for sharing your love, your pain, your loss, and your hope.
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Posted: 5/12/2007 10:04:40 PM | at 17. . . .
Dark. A street lamp. Early morning.
Stone. Cold. Sober.
Oneness. Being a tree. Tree is me.
Nothing nothing nothing
is ever the same again
Oneness
That we are never anything
but that one who is us
There is no time
all clocks melt
Be still
feel it
The trout creates itself, for instance,
feels every single scale
and chooses rainbows
Your hand resting against my neck
as you read over my shoulder
I feel the warmth of your unseen smile
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Posted: 5/12/2007 11:53:03 PM | Wooby -- -- YES!
Oneness
That we are never anything
but that one who is us
The Morning
Crystal wrapped the sun
in a vermillion cloth
the blue morning
she said, was
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/13/2007 11:08:56 PM | Owner Built
Seeing past surfaces
knowing where the nails are
the warp of wood that raises
the floor just a little
(you let it be: the knife
in the plane was dull)
The wall that's just a bit
uneven, hiding loose bricks
that propped the stove pipe
that first winter, the hole
now just a ghost in the plaster
At sleep, eyes look up
in the dark remembering when
the ceiling was full of stars
Doors, windows opening from
other pasts, buildings that
are only ghosts now Other porches
held by posts that raise the loft.
The comfort of a handmade cloak
The warmth of a self-built pome
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Posted: 5/14/2007 9:07:14 AM | Ah, Marie ~~ I tried to email you, but you have age and location restrictions, lol! You can get through my filter if you need to by just repeating what you're saying, or cutting and pasting a song lyric, and it's only for first contact, not every time. . . . 
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Posted: 5/14/2007 9:46:46 AM | I wondered about that restriction on your profile, Wooby, the first time I tried to communicate with you. I got around it, I think, by quoting the first several chapters of Genesis -or was it Ecclesiastes? The Gettysburg Address - fine as it is - would not do as it was too short. And even here I may have to repeat the whole of the above lest I get one of those "Messages this short may not be posted" messages!
I wondered about that restriction on your profile, Wooby, the first time I tried to communicate with you. I got around it, I think, by quoting the first several chapters of Genesis -or was it Ecclesiastes? The Gettysburg Address - fine as it is - would not do as it was too short. And even here I may have to repeat the whole of the above lest I get one of those "Messages this short may not be posted" messages!
I wondered about that restriction on your profile, Wooby, the first time I tried to communicate with you. I got around it, I think, by quoting the first several chapters of Genesis -or was it Ecclesiastes? The Gettysburg Address - fine as it is - would not do as it was too short. And even here I may have to repeat the whole of the above lest I get one of those "Messages this short may not be posted" messages! | |
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Posted: 5/14/2007 10:01:58 AM | Jer, lol! It's only 300 characters. And is the single best filter I've found It nearly totally eliminates the "Hey, Babe! Wanna boogie???? Hunh, hunh, hunh?" email. When I first came there were so many of those I nearly resigned. Those fellas just don't seem to have the stamina (heh) to make it around the filter. . . . . And are virtually the only people I know fer shur ahead of time that I wishn't to talk to.
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Posted: 5/16/2007 7:58:58 AM | Charlotte's daughters
Small clowns
weaving their tiny
webs, too small to catch
a thing
How hungry they must be
How like a miracle their survival
I haven't the heart to brush
their webs away
Wish instead to watch them
grow, succeed. . . .
Knowing, even as I cheer them on,
that eventually the housekeeper in me
will take care of them
No good answers here, at all.
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Posted: 5/16/2007 9:13:51 AM | deep breath of fresh air
spring days have their own energy
lighting bolts
sparking the mind's eye
igniting an artists imagination
as he sits before a blank canvas
or she sits before a pure white page
ready to begin
Thank you woobytoodsday...for this thread and sharing your wonderful imagination | |
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Posted: 5/16/2007 11:30:59 AM | Ah! Charlotte's daughters outfoxed me for the time being: overnight their infinitesimal webs snared flies! One in one, two in the other! And the girls roughly doubled their size in 12 hours. Mother's little miracles. . . .
Bringing this home from Littlewind's thread.
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Mysteries of the dark
The toddler, spread high
on the sheer face of the bookcase
Delighted at conquering the
top of the refrigerator and any table
Who early perceived
drawers as steps
Who ran half a year
before learning to walk
Called this morning
to wish me a glad mother's day
Behind his voice, the joyous
screams of a gorgeous granddaughter
Full circle
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Posted: 5/16/2007 5:16:13 PM | great stuff in those last few poems.....as always!
from no lips but mine
hear
the words
I offer
melting
sweet kisses
I proffer
shamelessly
while propriety
pretends
she isn't looking
chagrined
it seems
she wants you
too
oh hell
may as well
previously posted in first, last
I just realized I never wished you Happy Birthday......Happy Birthday J, and may this year be the one in which all your dreams come true...... | |
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Posted: 5/16/2007 5:57:37 PM | Uh, I also just realized you're a virgo, so your birthday wouldn't be in May....well, maybe that birthday wish will get started early for ya.....
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soul surfaces
in the eyes
jewels of the face
don't ask me to meet
your gaze
while making love
unless you are
planning
to love me
forever
because
for my heart
there is no
going back
no, there is no one people......so no hopeful emails..... | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/17/2007 7:38:14 PM | Milk Snake
The false copperhead
who's survived a million years
by donning the cloak
of the pit viper (pattern only reversed)
Then dies at some farmer's hoe
for that same reason
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