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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/25/2007 10:24:23 PM | I'm here reading words over and over again
in my mind
finding different images
for inspiring thought
tired after a hot day and a long walk
I explored the paths
away from the houses
and didn't find one greasy spoon
for a cold ice cream
I heard the bell
coming down the street
saw little children gathered
beside the calliope
maybe I made a wrong turn down
to a street in London
the organ grinder
with cap on head
was teaching his monkey
to be a capitalist
a penny thief for justice
at the end of a day
my mind wanders
over many things
past, present and future
I was standing in the middle of a corn field
row upon row the labyrinth
twisted
the land was once free
the water plentiful
there were no signs on lawns
with poison written all over them
just land for the growing
many hands now gone
cut off at the point of a profit
the air will diminish
make sure you stop and say hello
to the trees
give them the respect
that they deserve
they are our keepers
bridal path shrubs
tiny white blooms
of childhood
bring them closer
to my lost "U". | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/25/2007 11:03:05 PM |
Yoko ~~ that was almost erotic. . . .
Actually it was...in my mind LOL!
(By the way Goodwill Mac hunting is my crazy 8 lb. Westie who actually belives he's a Mastif...brings home bunnies and things...ugh.) | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/26/2007 8:45:37 PM | Mr. Ed
to you
I gave my heart
so long ago
still sometimes
I wander nostalgic
through rooms of memory
you watching while I slept
confessing your feelings
and surprise at the depth
holding me slow dancing
kissing me into slavery
pranking my daughters
cooking with me
there has never been
again
anyone
like
irreplaceable
you......
LS 5/26/07 | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/27/2007 12:55:33 PM | Hi Yoko, Autumn!
Brought this here from first line last line where Om posted it. I couldn't comment there, and couldn't improve on it, or even use the last line, I was so dumb-struck.
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before rest
I fly there like a bed-time child
Where men drive houses
The space between leaves
When grass becomes, Sunday
She the gardens, tender dawns
And I the mallets brought in care
I fly there, like a bed-time child
Where men drive houses
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/27/2007 7:07:41 PM | I turn to you in blue
and green, waving lavender's
banners, calling across the river
Is it hope that
brings us here?
Or longing?
I feel you in my sleep
just behind me,
real and breathing
I wasn't unhappy,
was peaceful really
Grandmother, what
have you to say?
And say it again, please
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/27/2007 11:45:26 PM | Where did you go
When you disappeared
Replaced
By an insecurity
All the rage in the world couldn’t cover for.
It seeped out,
And tainted everything
Showing your confidence
As the false bravado
Of ignorance
And lack.
Were you born split wide open like that
Or did your greatest fear slay you?
You never will be,
Will you,
Beyond a wish that cannot come true?
I’ll imagine where it might have flown
And mourn the loss of yesterday.
For tomorrow has not yet arrived. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/28/2007 2:21:35 AM | grandma says: say "please" and "thank you"
the aroma of fresh-baked cookies
wafting through the house
tells me it's time
abandoning play-doh figurines
i return to the kitchen
are they done? are they done?
grandma peers through the oven window
and states, with authority,
they are done
cookie pans are withdrawn from the oven
cookies are spatulaed off
and placed on the cookie racks
i can see the heat pouring off
as the cookies cool
mouth watering in anticipation
watching the hands of the clock
slowly, inexorably, move through ten minutes
grandma's typical cooling period
please, may i have a cookie?
thank you.
yum, as i savor fresh-baked sweetness | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/28/2007 11:16:15 AM | Better than butter beans
is a granddaughter's kiss
is a marshmallow, specially
roasted, by a grandson
One could search
crannies and corners
Swim many rivers
Climb many mountains
And not find a place
half so sweet
for the heart's home
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/29/2007 3:05:47 PM | To the luscious young man a courting me
when asked ~~ the age difference? ~~
said boldly, "All cats look alike in the dark"
I have to say: Not a great seduction line
And wrong. They don't even feel alike. . . .
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/29/2007 3:37:51 PM | Lie to me about how beautiful my eyes are
and how they make you feel
Lie to me about your mother
your father
your wife
your history
But do not, ever,
lie to me about poetry
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Posted: 5/29/2007 3:51:09 PM | "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."
~~ Gandhiji
From where comes
the need for pain?
The belief it makes
you free?
Who sez to a child
this hurts me more
than it hurts you?
It's only because
I love you. . . ?
That all joy
forever
must be bartered
for pain?
That chain
link by link
must be gnawed through
not passed on
The price of joy
is joy
The price of love
is love
There is no
other rule
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/29/2007 4:12:42 PM | Walter
I almost thought afterward
that he believed himself
Making interesting a world
grown old and bored
with itself
That in another time or place
he might have been honored
for this calling
Remembering what never happened
What might have been, if only
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/29/2007 4:41:33 PM | To the luscious young man a courting me
when asked ~~ the age difference? ~~
said boldly, "All cats look alike in the dark"
Benjamin Franklin coined the phrase...."in the dark, all cats are grey".......
love the pain poem, Woobs....oh, and Walter too.... | |
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