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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/18/2007 10:46:52 AM | Bonjour - just drop a little of me
It is like a dream
…..Like a game
Made of thousand
……little mirages
I wish I could
Tattooed my name
In his heart
And
leave my scent
…….permanently
On his hands
So that
Every time
He used them
He would
be reminded
……Of me | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/18/2007 3:12:33 PM | Those who need love
Who are dying for love
for want of a heart returning
for lack of shared breath
wishing for a word from a knowing heart
Who are wasting in place
without another's body that
loves theirs
a mind to dance with
soul to sing with
And won't
talk with anyone 100 miles away
or too young
or too old
or too tall or short
or no picture
Weep, please,
weep for these
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/18/2007 4:35:50 PM | My English Country Garden
I wrote a poems today with flowers
chosing each petal
to blend with a soft colourful stroke
on black earth
african daisy a faded rosy blush
next to the purple sunset
sweet alysum tiny flowergirls
dressed in white frocks of lacy linen
dance their fairy circle
foxtails a hint of wine
and fluffy gowns
twirl on centre stage
deep fusia leaves of persian shield
and the innocent faces
of pansies
with their yellow eye sparkling
in merriment
I could have kept painting all day
in my english country garden. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/18/2007 7:59:09 PM | biscuits and gravy
start by understanding that i’m a new york gal
so, i’m used to pastrami on rye or a knish
i was never exposed to southern-type cooking
in any way, shape, or form
fast forward to my mid-twenties
when i find myself in the mid-west
certainly not the bastion of the south
but rural as all get out, nonetheless
cows and pigs being raised nearby
and when the wind blows…hold your nose
anyhow, i digress, or maybe not
as farming requires stick-to-your ribs fare
being a college town, there’s some nightlife
and when the bars close, need somewhere to go
and there was this greasy spoon diner
in an old railroad car, nowhere near any tracks
open 24 hours, and far from town
but you can’t beat it at 3 am
that’s where i first was exposed
to biscuits and gravy
the biscuits were fluffy and tall
the gravy heavy, with bits of pork sausage
but, it sure hit the spot at 3 am
when one was somewhat inebriated
i’ve tried it since, and was made to wince
way too heavy, and led to indigestion
perhaps a sign that one can’t go back
or, simply, the evolution of intolerance to fat | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/19/2007 7:19:34 PM | Just learned of a good friend's death today. One of those virtual friends. Wonder why I've been crying for nine hours now?
It's always because we love that we are rebellious; it takes a great deal of love to give a damn ~Kenneth Patchen~
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/20/2007 12:42:36 PM | DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, 5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, 10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/20/2007 4:01:47 PM | no distinction between virtual and real
you know that, you know how you feel
you've lost a friend and you feel blue
still, other friends are here for you
thinking of you and sharing your pain
knowing that soon, the hurt will wane
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/20/2007 8:26:32 PM | jc
Something deeply kind
as rain is kind
and bright
like sun sparkling on
running water
Constant, like the love
of robins for each other
for the fledgling
As strong as a hawk's wing
is strong
meeting the edge of air
As brave as parenting:
what's loved can always
be lost
Quick as laughter
Tender as song
Good
and loving friend
I'm sorrowful
you are gone
The simple pain
of breathing in a world
where you are not
Yet choose, yes choice,
to see you free
and riding wild and clear
again
Wholly yourself, spark among
spark, along the ringing marges
of the nebulae
waiting for us
to come home
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/20/2007 9:02:57 PM | Just love eating here. Waitress? cafe con letche por favor!
Given the choice of love
Why would any one choose games?
Given the gift of desire
Why would anyone stake claims?
Given the promise of bliss
Why would anyone turn away?
And given the option of freedom
Why choose slavery’s way.
The fear of loves potential
Keeps so many safe in their cave
For daring to love to infinity
Takes more than just balls to be brave.
The fear of meeting expectations
Set on a pedestal high
Would rather feel the mind numbing
Than have to eat humble pie.
The fear of the change it would scatter
Throughout a life so well planned
Fear of the truth of the matter
And fear of the flames that are fanned. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 12:16:48 AM | Ah, Ravin ~~ too true, eh? Came to post this, and found you here. The Chili's great, BTW. . . .
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Lover
If you are there
nothing I need do
but show my self
If you are there
nothing you need do
but speak
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 5:42:11 AM | ah, woob, you have a nice bright bunch of folk here in your parlour, a reflection of you..:)
sorry to hear about your friend.
I'm kinda pissed at 'God' lately, but that's my stuff...
but it's kinda like this old wise-guy said to me, when I was complaining to him about taxes, he said, "I try not to think about it, but you know, I think there's someone upstairs playing a game with us, he said, there are days I wake up feeling wonderful, ready to enjoy the day, and then I'm struck with this thought, like a voice saying, wait a second you old arrogant fool."
what's it mean? I dunno, maybe when we expect, or presume things, we tend to face the reminders, that it's not all that way. Maybe just finding the balance, the middle, is where peace doesn't pay such high taxes.
The chili was delish, btw..:) | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 6:31:07 AM | Wooby...
sorry to hear of your friends death....
on Saturday a high school friend of my daughters died in a conoeing accident...she was a lovely bright vibrant young woman who had spent many hours at my house and like you, last night was a tear fest. It really trivialised my issues too.
I wrote this for me and for all mothers...I posted it in Marie Sam's thread but I hope you don't mind my reposting it here
Thanks
Keep safe my sweet..
I know life is out there waiting
but life can be fickle
be on your guard
I need to grow old
with the memories
you have yet to make
I love you | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 7:50:44 PM | Simon
Simon sits in a sunlight patch
my pick of the litter
fumbling to the edge of the box
he raised his giant kitten head
focused muzzily through milky blue eyes
we fell in love
he is huge now with savage claws
to pet him guarantees pain
claws or poison ivy
as he winds around trees
my holstein of a cat
his fur is kept immaculate
he went missing once
I visited the entire road
unable to let the coyotes
or vultures have him
half the time he lives
under the neighbors barn
and has taught me,
(like my children)
to love with space
still I love to see
his giant green eyes
and cow kitty face
LS 4/16/07 | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 8:02:20 PM | The light goes out
Numerous times in our life
Replaced by the moon’s inviting hand
“Come with me,” she says
“Sail by the grace of God
Beyond our sorrow
And into the ever reaching depths of eternity
I will be your guide
To the unknown
And you shall visit the stars
For my light exists beyond darkness
And my shadow is your bed
To rest your tired eyes
And weary soul.”
How many times have you examined the moon
On a sapphire night
You reach out to touch
The glorious light
Which shines
Even on our darkest night. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 8:02:37 PM | ravin - you've cut to the heart of the matter. i choose to proceed without fear.
pickles - that is sooo true.
brizo - can i adopt that cat?
wooby, we've not heard from you
so, i will assume belief to be true
you've not mentioned continued mourning
can we assume your spirit is a-borning
that you've done your due diligence
put your thoughts in line, made some sense
of that which must always be senseless
which doesn't mean you are defenseless...
simply ready to move on...
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/21/2007 9:38:20 PM | Pickels, Brizo, Autumn, Stacey ~~ you guys are simply awesome! Thank you all so much! Beautiful poetry from beautiful souls. I am one lucky woman to have you all. ♥
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/22/2007 6:14:42 PM |
Your profile is hidden, instant messaging is disabled, no user can find you in search results. Unhide Profile Now!
I love this little message from Management. Makes me laugh. . . .
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/22/2007 6:57:17 PM | IM got disabled within two days, and after two months I hid my profile.....While I love being chased after by the man, the types who do the chasing aren't the sort to settle down with, they're just for fun......and you could say, well, just have fun with them......but then sometimes you fall, for the charming fun ones who are all wrong......
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love application
applied to make like new
I resubmit this heart
dented a time or two
but all it needs
is an honest chance
and a brand new start
have room for my family
more people to love
if you're good to me
they'll love you too
we'll just go slow
and take our time
so we'll both know
it's true
LS | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/22/2007 7:03:23 PM | Who is playing hide and seek
with the management
it's springtime on the pond
and love is in the air
almost a midsummer's night dream
eclipsing on the cresent moon
as venus runs for cover
in the merriment of spirit
no need to hide
no need to stop playing. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/23/2007 10:51:31 AM | Ah, Brizo, troo dat! I have so many filters up (including a very odd profile -- as often as I've changed it, that is one constant: it's *odd*). But you know, I figure the one who makes it through will very much like me for exactly who Iam and that is a very good beginning, eh?
Autumn: yep! Spring is really working us all over, lol!
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Before Spring passes
She's left us so full of hope
bright glitter
hearts longing seeking finding
Thrill in the ignition of enchantment
flames running in the blood
As if adamant that
all creation shall be paired
before she leaves us
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