| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/23/2008 6:08:05 AM | | Hiya tropicalgirl...what a pleasure it is to see you visit here. I hope you are comfy by the fire. Love your sharing write, thank you. I hope you will come back soon. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/23/2008 2:44:12 PM | - - - - - -
Pavilion of dreams
Wispy clouds echoed by
Sparkling arcs of firelight
Floating serenely
Filling the senses
Nose pressed to the
Smoked-glass veil | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 12:08:37 AM | granny...
results from latest evaluation
another malady to add to the extensive list
suppose this is what happens
when a body slowly expires
walking in her room
i kiss her lips
study her face
cloudy eyes
no sunshine today
'i'm so worried about the children'
i quickly succumb to her concern
-where are the children?
in an exhausting whisper
she describes the large farmhouse
with a banistered porch
where the children hang
in velvet tubes
all night long
-how many children are there, granny?
'i once counted 32'
she says pointing her finger in the air
-is it an orphanage?
'i don't know'
she ponders
-how old are the children?
'they're young
the 4 year olds
watch the babies
i'm so worried
it's just not right'
-do they ever say anything?
'one boy always yells
~there she is~
when he sees me
and sneaks a wave'
she demonstrates
waving at me
but looking the other way
'i worry but there is nothing i can do'
-granny, at least they know you care
she closes her eyes
and smiles
'yes they do!' | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 7:47:49 AM | I watched the commotion from afar,
could not see through the milling crowd
just what flavour the day unveiled,
as I moved closer.
My vision, at last free,
The mime stood crying in handcuffs,
arrested in the town square,
charged with plagarism!
The mime was found guilty,
and sentenced to death
by non lethal injection tomorrow,
his tombstone reads
here lies
the funniest man alive! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 8:01:23 AM | I sit calmly at the river's edge
as it beckons to my toes ...
Come away with me my wandering spirit
I'll wash away your woes
It knows the hopes I silently carry
my hopes, my dreams, my cares
embracing me with its solitude
just waiting for me to share
For it flows without worry
it runs without thought
it teaches me patience
a virtue most sought
Serenity is yours
it whispers to me
Come seek your solace
Come sit and be free
The river, my friend ... my tranquillity
>>^..^<< | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 8:08:41 AM | Awwww Kitty! How wonderful to see you here. I loved that write!^^^^
The visual of the river is captivating! Very nicely done sweety. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 8:55:05 AM | Outstanding epitaph, Mandrake!
Reminded me of a book called:
'Not Quite What I Was Planning'
(six-word memoirs)
Here are a few:
"Followed white rabbit. Became black sheep.
Middle of seven made me me.
Soul'd out so I could prophet.
Birth, childhood, adolescence, adolescence, adolescence, adolescence . . . ." | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 1:18:08 PM | Sublimity extolls virtue lost,
night's day, sun's moon,
shadows walk
from their cocoon.
pitch blackness invades
aimless souls adrift,
distance between good and evil,
now a major rift. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 5:43:38 PM | the magic
rolls over my tongue
and tastes like
honeyed pollen
and looks like
...a wide eyed child
seeing the moon man for the first time
scattered among the stars
the magic
without
the magic
within
the magic
withheld
....is being unfurled  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 5:49:33 PM | Hiya schweethawt! always lovely to hear from you. Love your write, very "spirited", you might say! I can hear the howling wolf already! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 9:33:56 PM | Resonance
echoes faint,
voices speak
from the hanging tree.
tears and cries
haunting limbs,
barkless...
not a single leaf
nor bud
adorns
the hanging tree.
some still see
a ghostly noose
on the eve of a
full moon. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/24/2008 10:37:17 PM | Have you ever heard Billy Holiday sing Strange Fruit? Your poem totally brought it to mind. Nice work.
Edit...thought I'd post the lyrics in case you haven't!
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 6:44:07 AM | Awwww Yokoh...thank you for posting that, and for your lovely comments. Very nice to see you here. I have heard Billy Holiday many times, but don't remember that particular song. I will definitely have a look for it later. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 6:49:34 AM | manny, you must listen to billie holiday sing 'strange fruit'...very haunting...
and your poem is so connected...
brillant minds think alike!
~r~ | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 7:16:20 AM | - - - - - -
Haunting
The sky after a storm
The surreal coziness the dark clouds brought
Drifting into the distance now
Happy, twinkling points of light
Coming out again to play
Wind whipping, flirting
Bringing to the visual
Passion for the dance of clear skys
Beauty lifts the veil | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 7:22:40 AM | Rose....thank you sweety, I will have a listen later.
Expat...nicely done. The veils of golden yellow kiss my morning. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 7:39:01 AM | Sol awakens quietly
Settling his veil of yellow-song contentment
A gentle good-morning kiss upon Beauty’s shoulder
Watching her with her book
Before looking skyward and with strength of purpose
Rises
Revealing his passion for life | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 7:50:30 AM | today
i will visit...
rub lotion on her hands
and lip balm on her lips
then comb her unruly hair
(at 94 it's still wild and crazy!)
and put in a couple of clips
i want her to feel beautiful
because she is that to me
i want her to feel beautiful
for all the world to see
then i kiss her long fingers
and whisper my love
kiss her lips and give her a hug
i'll do the same tomorrow
and the days that follow
enjoying our moments together
the precious time
we share
(again, thanks manny for being here...) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 8:01:26 AM | Awwww Rose...you are such a special lady here. Your sentiment is so touching and beautiful. I hope this can be your home to share those precious moments.  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/25/2008 8:29:56 PM | The Fire That Burns Inside
It is what gives us warmth
And makes tea water boil.
It is what makes light
And lets us see each other.
It is what crackles quietly
And makes our words be heard.
It is what dries our lips
And makes us thirst for a kiss.
It is what makes us sweat
And throw off all our clothes.
It is what makes our love
And lays its sweetness in our core.
It is what goes up the chimney
And into the thin, cool, night air.
It is what leaves us slyly,
And falls into ashes; it’s no more.
It is what we’ll keep on yearning
Forever, always, and evermore. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/26/2008 10:57:17 AM | (hey manny...i posted this on swanies thread, in response to what another had written...
but feel it's home is here...thank you...rose.)
there is a thing called dying grace?
perhaps that's my granny
as her body slowly
shuts down
and her
minds wanders
but i don't see dying grace...
i see a living spirit so beautiful
makes me want to weep | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/26/2008 12:23:02 PM | admired your writes for a while now Mandrake, but just read msg 805 here. WOW, definetely one of my favs, such irony and symbolism. dig it bro, Right On! Write On!
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/26/2008 1:06:35 PM | Good afternoon Manly...
I thought to bring this from wabbits house...it suits today...
Peace
Seen as a whole, peace can seem lost
Searching our souls, we strive to add
The peace within us to pass to others,
Our neighbors who our sisters and brothers
Seeking within us what can be done
Giving to others may be the first step
To release to joy trapped in our hearts
For once tried, the feeling takes hold
What we have of ourselves, the brave, the bold
The lifting of those in need,
The caring for planting the seed,
The true empathy we show to the saddened,
The compassion outside our inner world...
And shown the final result, addicting
Then peace seeps in....
Little steps grow into peaceful beginnings | |
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