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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/29/2007 11:08:54 PM | I am soo looking forward to a cup of tea with you, and midnight chatters.
It's poets moon tonight.
Ahhhhh
Snake bitten’
Damn that moon has got me in her golden grips
And I am dewdropped with desire
Tumbling through indigo muse
And re-pattern the stars
I sail off into the universe
To seek my destiny there | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 6:53:57 PM | are you sitting comfortably? then we'll begin
Posted: 5/29/2007 2 38 PM
I usually think of Spring as the First Girl
light bright and joyful
trailing lilacs and roses
as she treads
tralalas all the way
This one has felt something
like a Mack truck
huge engine roaring
vibration to the bone
power power down
and to hell with tralalas
let's just getter done!
And let me say
I'm liking it
just fine
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Posted: 5/30/2007 7:32:57 PM | tra la la
i hear tra la la
and it just
makes me feel
like skipping
i'll skip to my lou
and skip to you, too
and skip to my fancy
with nary a care
because when i skip
i feel young
and totally carefree
that's the way, i like to be | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 8:22:22 PM | I saw your golden moon Ravin
creeping up over the beech tree
sitting out on my deck
under a canopy of leaves
hot, oh yes it's hot tonight
my body thermometer isn't quite working
the way I think it should
time for a tune-up
or to sneak over the fence
into the neighbour's yard
the pools open
I bet that water is cool and inviting
I have a pool on either side of the house
and no one is swimming
I guess I'm just a waterbaby at heart
skinny dipping under a golden moon
would be heaven right now
I could pretend I was sleepwalking
if anyone found me
oh Wooby how is that stream right now? | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/30/2007 10:39:08 PM | Stacey, lol! And tra la la to you, too!!
Autumn, lovely fantasy. My puddle of a river, behaving rather well just now. My grandbabies had a glorious wet weekend. It hasn't been anything like hot here, yet. A little warm, with cool nights. And sort of in an out cloudy for quit a few days, and a few more to go.
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/30/2007 10:43:12 PM | Poet's moon is it? Well, I would like to drop in for a cup of tea with the lovely ladies of the ...Sitting Parlor...alas the moon is hiding this night under a blanket of forgetting
Shores of Remembering
for Theresa
I woke with the taste of your
love, or mine, unspoken
in the hush of the poet's moon
I could hear maple leaves
turning, and a breath
in the mouth of another May
ending.
The sum of all that silence is
falling on a lesson hidden in
desire. The land washed clean
under the dreaming of another
moon.
I have looked longingly into the face
of your dreaming, as if it were
my own, and the hope that leaves me
still turning to another day
still turning to another moonlit bay. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/31/2007 6:51:21 AM | Once in a blue moon
Lovers find each other
After lifetimes of waiting
For just the right circumstance
To begin the long slow dance
Of building desire.
Fate peeks out from behind the sybaritic memories
That shift like smoke
As the flames play each others face
Across the distance of forever.
Step back, pause
Fight the waves of insecurity
And past hurts daring to dare
Trusting the rare
Deep mystery of that fire.
Slowly circling the inevitable
Escalating the untasted passion
Enjoying the aromas
And promises of the lifelong feast to come.
It is a craft
This lovemaking of old souls
That happens
Once in a blue moon. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2007 7:30:18 PM | Why?
Yes is the new tender tendril
creeping over the edge
of the cup on the window ledge
reaching for light.
No is the cup turned over
Yes is the slender ray
in the prism
making rainbows across the room
No is the shade pulled down
Yes is the sweet song
hummed under the breath at play
No is the Be quiet
So why when yes is life and hope and joy
is no the stronger?
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 5/31/2007 8:21:16 PM | ^^^^^^^^
no is surely not in your house Wooby.............
flower's grace
forming a circle
cream and purple irises
stand as backdrop
against the fuschia
punch of the peonies
entering my drive
I am taken aback
at the beauty
haphazardly planned
they remind me
in the best way
of happy accidents
and the forgiveness
of nature
LS 5/26/07
previously posted in pensky's (say that 3 times real fast.... ) | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 6/1/2007 1:57:58 PM | June -- Day One
The tigertails are pixilated from the phlox
The blackberries inebriated by the sunshine
The bees intoxicated with the ox-eyes
And me?
Me?
I am totally drunk on you
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Posted: 6/1/2007 2:12:03 PM | The Ballad of the Beaver Named Sisyphus
As I wade the river, pulling the white branches,
nicely gnawed, from the culvert,
I wonder at the sheer
cussedness of the god that
condemned Sisy-
phus
to keep building
and building again
his home in the floodpath. . .
That despite finding his
mate or brother
(no, I didn't check)
dead and frozen,
he doesn't quit.
Just finds another tree
and begins
again
and
again.
Your average
Republican voter,
tying together, again and again,
the wood of his little
brown
life.
Julie Li
February 2, 2006 | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 6/1/2007 11:44:59 PM | One of my best friends is a Raging Granny here.
What I aspire to be when I grow up too. I am already collecting the hats.
I'd like her to read you last poem. May I print it out for he? She doesn't "do" computers. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 12:53:07 AM | Moonstruck tonight wooby?
observations...
Sometimes, when I am entrapped by the full moon
and streetlights are going out around me,
and I cannot sleep because of it
I wander yonder forums
and check in on humanity.
Current events and politics
Philosophy and science.
I am not afraid there.
I can hold my own.
I am big and strong,
And confidant.
But when I read the Relationship thread
I am very very little
and stupid
and shocked
at what people do to each other.
All the broken bitter hearts
and horrible game playing
that people do to each other,
sends me realing...
I know I will be eaten alive in such a world.
And I come running back to the poetry thread
and pull the covers over my head. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 6/3/2007 3:48:24 PM | Ah, Ravin, just the young and blind at play. A certain pleasure after all in finally coming to the claiming place, where one's own power becomes evident. And attracts like power. There is the bliss. Nothing but time, enough time, (enough life-times) will cure the others. Ache for them, and wish them quick learning. . . .
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Posted: 6/4/2007 6:19:28 PM | Ahhh Wooby we should all sit in on these wise words
and understand from one who has made peace with the world
finding a place to call home inside yourself
the balance between man and nature
a communion of our souls
letting go of the restlessness to channel it outword
in a positive direction
all growing freely towards the light
it's best to sit by that river
close your eyes
and be one with the beauty
follow the wind
rest your thoughts
and the turmoil that arises
the way becomes clear
to find the balance
and inner peace. | |
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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 6/4/2007 7:04:13 PM | I have heard the wind
I have flown with Eagle
I run with horse
Spirit speaks
Animals talk
Curl up in a cravass
Feel her pulse
mother
I am humbled by her power
I am greatful for her bounty
She is my teacher
She is my breath
I am her heart
Hold life close
Until my return home
And our greatest effort to save her is fulfilled | |
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