| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/26/2008 1:24:54 PM | On my hip hanging low
The warn dark strap
Encased a glow
Cleaver and cold
The sun shown a glint
Just from the peeking
Of the weapon that spent
His love in my arms
Was too much to bare
And he would have killed me
But I was aware
As the click I heard
Like other times before,
Had me spun around
And he on the floor
Hours of riding into the night
My horse was a ghost,
Seen none even of dust
From dead moon light
My heart tells my head
To slow down, turn around
But my head knows this desperado
Must put miles from this town
(Must be left over from my old out West days!)  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/26/2008 2:10:44 PM | Rose...lovely write sweety. Glad to have you here.
Scavenger...welcome aboard, and thanks for that piece, very nice indeed.
Lunar....thank you for such kind words. Always a pleasure to have you visit.
BKS....wonderful writes sweety, thank you for gracing this thread. You sure brighten the place up. You know you are always welcome here anytime. | |
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| Tender Moment
Posted: 5/26/2008 7:55:13 PM | The Sheer Sight of You Makes Me Tremble
By A. T. S.
Is she the memory of the girl?
The one you wanted so bad...
Yet she did not know you even existed?
The one you daydreamed of
When you looked out your window
In the afternoon after school
Or in the morning in June
Or in the night’s cool.
She now teaches night school.
Is she approachable? What are her values?
Is she the mythical secret,
A woman that’s an orchid?
Is she the meaning of life,
The one you should die for,
The soul of the cosmos,
All you’ve ever searched for?
She makes the man in you cry out and tear
Your clothes when you just look at her.
You think you’re going mad
With unfulfilled hope and with dread
That you’ll never hold her close.
You know you’ve become a living dead.
Recognize, young lady: your beauty transcends
Personality, personal wealth, wants and will;
I will you my freedom if you so will,
For a glimpse at you, woman. Your beauty lends
Your stature, your shoulders, your hue, your hair
The power to make me into an instant beggar.
My addiction’s incurable, it has quickly risen
Ex nihil into what seems now the only reason
To live for, to die for, for this incredible power:
The visual scent of an exotic flower.
Toronto, 2008 05 22
I wrote this poem for a woman on this site. I sent it to her, without us ever exchanging messages. She deleted it without reading it. Now I offer it to the reading pleasure of the general public. | |
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| today.....
Posted: 5/26/2008 9:33:48 PM | she lost another
10 pounds this week
(21 pounds in 2 weeks)
her feet are turning purple
she eats what she can
but can’t eat much
no feeding tube for her
today i combed her hair
then clipped it to the side
told her she looks
10 years younger
she smiled
she assures me
she’g going to be fine
i know she will
i enjoy our visits
immensely
but when i get home
i fall apart
i’ve been told to
let myself cry
let myself hurt
this is how
i work through
things.
thank you. | |
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| today.....
Posted: 5/27/2008 5:30:17 AM | Thank you for sharing your heart Rose! xo
To know you have lived
is to love!
with passion, with heart,
feeling everything,
it's a land of a thousand
twinkling stars,
a thousand stinging
daggers,
Rivers of torrent tears,
a sky of smiles,
A storm of laughter
and a storm of cries,
a thousand moments of sadness,
a thousand more of joy.
to live...is to feel
it all! | |
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| today.....
Posted: 5/27/2008 10:57:03 AM | As the magical dust spreads around
fairytales coming true
walk'n along side holding true
inhaling the breath for the escape!!
Releasing of the sparkle'n particles of shine!!!
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| today.....
Posted: 5/27/2008 11:29:10 AM | I cant find my way home
have meandered beyond recognition
illogically pondering whilst wandering
guess I'll carve a hole in the sky
and make that my new abode
put a mailbox on the moon
forward my bills to the darkside
its a cozy lil place
got fishing too
snagging phoenix out the sun
a good fight unless they spit the hook
hell forged with memories
if only there was room for a white picket fence
a wife, 2.5 kids, and a dog.
aww f*ck it, i got clouds to guard the perimeter
aurora borealis, two orbs and half a galaxy,
Orion too.
think I'll go to take swim in the Milky Way
get drunk on moonshine
and hope im not starstruck on my way home. | |
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| today.....
Posted: 5/27/2008 3:59:17 PM | Hammy...lovely little write sweety. A pleasure to see you here always.
Lunar....wow! what a vision I got from that one! Kudos my friend....well done! | |
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| today.....
Posted: 5/28/2008 3:07:00 PM | Garotted with inane language,
black tie suicide,
self mutilation in a tux,
bleeding love from
the cufflinks,
his boutineer
a black orchid,
emitting toxic fuel
in thick vaporous waves,
ethnic cleansing of souls
lost in a sea of ghostly vapors,
choking on the flames of love. | |
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| she
Posted: 5/28/2008 8:46:12 PM | today i bought her
three new blouses
all different shades of blue
to match her ever changing eyes
laying in bed she thought
i was someone else
until i spoke
she smiled
i showed her the blouses
my favorite
yellow, green, blue
vertical stripes
reminds me of a spring day
she loves it
the white and blue cotton
is perfect for summer
and the modrianish
blue, gray and white
for fancy times
she smiles
it was a woozy day
couldn't eat
helped her change
into bed clothes
and stroked her forehead
'oh, it feels so good'
like a kitten
she closes her eyes
as i gently stroked away
telling her stories of
daisy's latest escapades
'isn't it amazing how
soft my skin is?'
i smile
yes, it's beautiful
my one hour visit
quickly turned to
two and a half...
just couldn't leave her
when i kissed her lips
she smiled
'i love my new clothes'
tomorrow granny,
you'll be gorgeous! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/28/2008 10:15:35 PM | I've come to look forward to your touching words
of your Grandmother's life, Rose. You're both in
my thoughts daily. Lit a candle for her tonight, and
danced under the starless sky.
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Night shrouded in fashionable black
Fat candles in cheap glass holders
Stunning parade of cat shadows
Come to watch the show
Knowing they’ll be fed
When the dancing stops for the night | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/29/2008 8:29:07 PM | Rose...thank you sweety. Love your writes about your granny! and your time with her. Cherish every moment.
Expat....thanks for sharing your dance. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/29/2008 9:13:05 PM | thank you both...
i look back and wish i could edit...oh well...
at least the thoughts and feelings are out....
it helps... i appreciate it...
rose. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/30/2008 7:23:53 PM | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I’m 50 years old, Mom.
If I don’t get to do what I want at 50
Then when do I get to do it?”
It’s a mother’s job to worry.
So I left unsaid,
“What I wanted left when he did.”
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 5/30/2008 8:43:08 PM | Her closets held
her ghosts who now
live on her resume
as champion of children
as actress on stage
as teacher, therapist,
advocate, house maker,
Mother lies in bedclothes
soiled by dying
wrinkled by pain
but still decorated with
colors like floral sunrises
splotched with breakfast
or coughs and my tears. | |
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| we
Posted: 5/31/2008 2:55:39 AM | we had a moment...
intimately we shared
our foibles
neither are perfect
at times, horrid
-it seems like
another person back then
wish i could take it back
'never say that. never.
you wouldn't be
who you are today.
you would be different'
her passionate eyes confirm
i kiss her lips
(they are so wanting)
am grateful to be
in her arms. | |
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| we
Posted: 5/31/2008 4:39:55 PM | Expat...nicely done
Durga...always a pleasure to see you here, thanks for the lovely write!
Rose....nicely done! Never change a single word! It's just the way it is suppose to be. | |
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| we
Posted: 5/31/2008 7:05:33 PM | one rag wet with water
one arm rubbing hard the
stains left to tattoo the window:
a novel four decades long
swiveled into wood grain
now scrubbed by determined
chapped and aging daughter
who remembered the splash
of longing on the sill
looking over spilled dreams
against once sought after horizon
left locked on the far side
of obligations seen through panes,
quadrants of ambiguity, duty, promises
now stale and yielding
finally cleaned by a new generation
mourning the death not of life,
but the life not lived. | |
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| we
Posted: 5/31/2008 7:13:25 PM | | Deep Durga, deep! But very lovely....the word play is fascinating! I think I have read that one three times now! | |
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| we
Posted: 5/31/2008 7:17:22 PM | | thank you mandrake... it is an honor to be read once and 3 times: be still my gratitudinous heart! -grin | |
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| today.....
Posted: 6/1/2008 8:55:28 PM | i didn't want to go
wanted to stay in bed
covers over head
hibernate
but duty called
hauled a group of students
to yosemite for a week long excursion
most have never left town
let alone explore the wilderness
on the way up we talk
about hiking, love, music
whatever's on their mind
i take delight in such moments
many distrust authority
as we ascend up steep mountain grades
looking out the window, down 3,000 ft drop
two of the hardest scream in horror
-gentlemen, if i were you i wouldn't upset the driver
-i'd make sure she remains calm and confident
they quickly quiet until greeted by half-dome
awestruck by her stately wonder
we breathe in deeply, paying homage
delivered safe and soundly
i assure they will soon experience
a week that will change their lives forever
i yearn to share in their discovery
of nature and themselves
but destiny has other plans
refreshed
coming off mountain grade
into the oak strewn foothills
listening to dylan
am full of thought
happy i got out of bed, happy i got out of my head
and tasted what the day had to offer | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/2/2008 6:50:21 AM | Our season
All about the fine print
Ephemeral
The road beckons
The horizon calls
Destination: unstructured freedom
Eclipsing play-it-safe shadows
The great escape
To sugared sands
Jungle greens
Pristine dreams
All dusted with sun-gold shimmer
Where an ocean of blues
Awaits | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/2/2008 8:39:29 PM | we go to the mountain
to climb our fears and conquer
horizons beyond the scope we
once argued was our limitation
(Rose and Ex Pat, thanks for the sharing and inspiration) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/4/2008 10:02:38 PM | 6-4-8
walked in granny's room today
shirt unbuttoned and open
saggy breast long slipped off chest
-hey, where's your bra??
'i took it off...i was hot'
she amazes me
get something in her head
she's unstoppable
-at least your comfortable!!
she smiles..
i think she must've been a pistol
in her day...
i help her into her night clothes
and settle her in
she rambles along
not quite catching the tune
am mesmerized by her hands
she has always had lovely hands
i did not inherit her hands
(her gargantuan ears, yes
but her delicate, lovely hands, no)
her skin is like repitilian jerkey
tissue paper
as she meanders with her words
i gently pinch the top of her hand
the skin holds and makes soft ridges
amazing
i kiss her fingers and catch her eye
-looks like you're about ready for some sleep
'yes...it's been a long day but a good day'
i take off her glasses and give her a kiss
we hum as we hug...
'see you tomorrow'
-sweet dreams granny | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/4/2008 10:06:17 PM | 6-4-8
walked in granny's room today
shirt unbuttoned and open
saggy breast long slipped off her chest
-hey, where's your bra??
'i took it off...i was hot'
she amazes me
gets something in her head
she's unstoppable
-at least your comfortable!!
she smiles..
i think she must've been a pistol
in her day...
i help her into her night clothes
and settle her in
she rambles along
not quite catching the tune
am mesmerized by her hands
she has always had lovely hands
i did not inherit her hands
(her gargantuan ears, yes
but her delicate, lovely hands, no)
her skin is like repitilian jerkey
tissue paper(?!)
as she meanders with her words
i gently pinch the top of her hand
the skin holds and makes soft ridges
amazing
i kiss her fingers and catch her eye
-looks like you're about ready for some sleep
'yes...it's been a long day but a good day'
i take off her glasses and give her a kiss
we hum as we hug...
'see you tomorrow'
-sweet dreams granny | |
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