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| words on leaves
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:11:09 PM | | Now this is the Om I remember with his playfulness - unique at that! I love the subject line too "words on leaves" there is a challenge for writing a poem. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1027 | |
| words on leaves
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:49:51 PM | ^ha, now that has given me an idea, something to wrap my sleep up with!
actually, I believe Shudden turned out that subject line. (and a mighty fine line it is)
Good to see ya' AF! | |
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| words on leaves
Posted: 6/30/2009 5:05:42 PM | leaves whisper their words
among the breezes
reminding us they are real
and far more enchanting
than any vision conjured
from the sidewalk
hey om...et.al.,
that jumped up on me while i walked to the park this evening... this is a most fitting place for it to alight. :D
have a happy workless wednesday! | |
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| words on leaves
Posted: 7/9/2009 10:07:25 PM | We are not going to let you completely disappear that easily *grin*
An Ominary day on the pond
As summer catapults
Past city streets and garbage piles
Blood sucking mosquitoes, vagrant rats dumpster diving
But by now you are gone on country roads
Your bike becoming an extension for your passion of living
The pull of youth now strong in your veins
As you conquer distance
And restlessness
To be living life not dreaming it in type
It doesn’t have to rhyme
The meter is the roar of the engine
And somewhere I’m sure there is a smile
On your face a mile long. | |
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| words on leaves
Posted: 7/15/2009 1:45:36 PM |
An Ominary day on the pond
As summer catapults
Past city streets and garbage piles
Blood sucking mosquitoes, vagrant rats dumpster diving
But by now you are gone on country roads
Your bike becoming an extension for your passion of living
The pull of youth now strong in your veins
As you conquer distance
And restlessness
To be living life not dreaming it in type
It doesn’t have to rhyme
The meter is the roar of the engine
And somewhere I’m sure there is a smile
On your face a mile long.
What a lovely tribute to a man who richly deserves it! | |
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| words on leaves
Posted: 7/18/2009 1:12:13 PM | regrets
regrets
rusted nails
through the heart
that anchor
to your past
pull loose
of guilt
learn from it
it serves no one
to live your life
downcast
7/10/09
no "message" here, just stopping in to say hi and thought you might like this one... | |
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| Forget Me!
Posted: 7/19/2009 2:11:42 PM | Forget my smile
forget my face
remember the one
who took my place
She said I lied
you took her word
you left me
standing there unheard
you forgot
the vows we made
and fell right in
the web she layed
forget my love
that was always true
forget me now
as I forget you!
By:Me | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1033 | |
| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/24/2009 10:53:33 AM | Thanks for all that you guys!
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Free
You are going to ask, "where have you been"?
I have been a Firefly in Romania these past few months.
I was a lone ghost by the Black Sea.
Each night I drank a case of stars
and each night I fell
in to sand. | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/24/2009 12:08:11 PM | I wouldn't ask because that would be prying..
but, since you did
were they malted stars or the baywatch kind?
either way you put fun in my mind
have you ever seen a picture of tommy lee's penis? 
No wonder that girl's famous! | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/24/2009 12:56:01 PM |
Free
You are going to ask, "where have you been"?
I have been a Firefly in Romania these past few months.
I was a lone ghost by the Black Sea.
Each night I drank a case of stars
and each night I fell
in to sand.
Glorious fun and so seemingly unforced! | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/26/2009 12:58:31 AM | Holmes re builds homes,
Holmes on Holmes (his wife that is),
now a periodical will show it all,
Holmes on top of Holmes,
in vivid colour, dancing, and what is that?
AM
folly is a way of being shown up as less than wise, so the praise that follows from being foolish, is this: being 'recognized' for as and such, as the citation situates:
'virtue that belies the dreadful circumstance of the dance they have chosen'.
Dance and dancing is a motion of several - or even one - body; and that requires rythmn; this motion may not be everything, may even involve only taking apart a bannana, | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1037 | |
| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/26/2009 8:37:21 PM | | Don't know what to say to that, Trulio. It kinda' reads cryptic to me. Was it just a pssing thought in the early AM ? | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:35:31 PM | leaves shake at the treehouse
"how awkward you sit
in my mother bossom
where my brothers and sisters
might have suckled"
...just a thought as i passed :D | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/27/2009 7:33:15 PM | A face at mid-life
the pivot point of age
twenty years either way
in the balance
to grasp the hand of
a seven year old and dance
weights a moment
in the favor of youth
the moment of mid-life
remains a mystery
and death doesn't
measure the years
But the elder can be young
( have you yet discovered?)
As scores of years
pass quickly away.
Hi Om & friends.
I got to dance with my little Canadian godchild this weekend.
Just wanted to share. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1041 | |
| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/28/2009 8:34:55 PM | thanks for that quick thought, stresscookie
and dear bicpen, always good to see your words..:)
when I read your poem, it reminded me of this one brizo posted on blitzes thread.
thought to bring it over fer-ya..well, it's not about mid-life, I reckon, but it touched my nipples when I read it, much like yours did.
cheers eh
1994
i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
when a thumb of ice
stamped itself hard near my heart
you have your own story
you know about the fears the tears
the scar of disbelief
you know that the saddest lies
are the ones we tell ourselves
you know how dangerous it is
to be born with breasts
you know how dangerous it is
to wear dark skin
i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
when i woke into the winter
of a cold and mortal body
thin icicles hanging off
the one mad nipple weeping
have we not been good children
did we not inherit the earth
but you must know all about this
from your own shivering life
by Lucille Clifton | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 7/29/2009 11:29:33 AM | lost and forgotton, so it seems
standing on the edge of dreams
no where to turn, no face to see
theres no one here but me.
once there was music ringing loud
once i stood here tall and proud
once i had it all it seems
now standing on the edge of dreams.
on the outside looking in
where i am and where ive been
no where to hide from lifes past scenes
when your standing on the edge of dreams.
By:Me | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1043 | |
| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 12:27:02 AM | Hi folks...bin' a while...
Hi delusions. Thanks for dropping that off. I could swear that middle verse was the chorus. You sure are consistant with those three-part poems. There's bound to be a full song by now, non? good stuff.
well, what have we tonight, but a wee blast from the past.
I'd stop in at this village a couple weeks ago, couldn't believe the amount of speed-boat-fishermen, (hmmm, seems like a contradiction of words there), anyway, hanging around the main drag.
had a few wee thoughts about me and my relationship to the old haunt...brrrrr
I have a feeling it's much like, or even less than, Wawa.
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Bewdley -A Lake-Front Village
The sun polished everything the day we arrived
I was too young to see that
Night hung out at both ends of the main drag
And in the cemetery
When I met the priest
I was sure he masturbated
Also
The Fire-Hall burned down
Eventually
The by-pass going in
Taking out a life
Of a village
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I was gonna' include the legion dances, where we stood still faster...:/
but nahhh...
later, eh | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 6:57:46 AM |
Bewdley -A Lake-Front Village
The sun polished everything the day we arrived
I was too young to see that
Night hung out at both ends of the main drag
And in the cemetery
When I met the priest
I was sure he masturbated
Also
The Fire-Hall burned down
Eventually
The by-pass going in
Taking out a life
Of a village
So nimble and vivid! Thanks, eh. | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 3:35:54 PM |
Ya, ommie, ya still got the *it.* ^^^ ... ditto! (looking forward to reading some "road warrior" poems!) | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 6:18:25 PM | | Sounds like you're having so much fun, Om...miss seeing you here but I'm glad you're enjoying the summer as much as possible... | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 9:51:43 PM | | I have been through Bewdley Om and you said it very well. In fact it was a really good poem. When the highway was built so many towns lost Number 2 as their main drag. It's kind of sad seeing these towns with empty stores and malls instead. Jerry and Om what's with the eh at the end of your posts? What do you think we are Canadians? LOL | |
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| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/14/2009 10:28:47 PM |
I was gonna' include the legion dances, where we stood still faster
but ahhh...
it's such an eloquent line :D
best
to rock
out of
a rut
to get
into
a groove
happy weekend | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1050 | |
| Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:39:41 PM | OGM, gag me with a spoon! so many good folk here! Nice to see you all, and thanks, eh! ...:)
Groovie little pom there, stress, thanks, you too.
and AF, yes, we's good practicing Canadians, eh. It such a weird little hick village. They changed the water front by adding a liquor store.
Thanks Brizo, yeah, I'm diggin' the road this summer. Just aboot to head out again, though I can't stray too far from work this year..:/ Was hoping to do an east coast trip, but management managed to f*ck that up on me.
Sophia, I was in your Attic last night...Great poem methinks!
Good to see you woob! though I never know what "it" is. I'm guessing most of the time.
and dear Jer, you'se a good feller! Thanks, la.
ok, perhaps a wee "road warrior" ku before I go
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it is called tran-sports
rolling a head in helmet
down a black war path
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well, heck, sorry, it's all I have | |
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