| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 10:02:16 AM | until we reach the boundary
we will never know the limit
the end of pain
the depth of despair
the scream of silence
until we see the boundary
we will never pass our limits
the heights of bliss
the revelations of love
the endurance of affection
until we know the boundary
we live unseeing within it
the narrow vision
the fear of change
the clinging to illusion
until we cross the boundary
we will treat it as our limit
be smaller than we are
feeling half-secure
within a cage too small | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 10:19:29 AM | within a cage too small
we seem to find the gall
to kick them in the balls
even if its only figurative
within the darkened room
its easy to miss the gloom
no need for mop or broom
until it becomes imperative
without some guiding light
there's no need for keen sight
to discern the wrong from right
for it all just looks the same
without the nourishment
the ability to pay the rent
eviction notes get sent
to be ignored once again
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 10:31:07 AM | to be ignored once
again...'it's gonna take a lotta love', to fix...this crumby sichuation
crumbles
a short cake secretly
knows
i am seeking
crumbs...of happiness
and i nibble....nibble feeling trapped but hungry | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 5:18:21 PM | nd i nibble....nibble feeling trapped but hungry
for this
rhymes and rhythms with a poet I miss
back again and flaring the prose
writing in rhythm and what'dya supose?
wandering angels like crisp autumn leaves
poets all gather and write what we please
knocking on gateways to open a door
playing with poets just like before
leaving lost messages in mailbox to find
Old friends are new friends just one of a kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 5:51:23 PM | Old friends are new friends just one of a kind
Seeing the world just a little out of rhyme
It is wonderful to have a playmate back in the mix
Who dances on treetops and gathers up stix
To throw on the fire come poetfest two
A night of sheer magic I know that it’s true
How I long for adventure and wish to fly
Like a bird in the north wind
Searching the skies
For the blackest of wings and the truest of friends
A heart filled with laughter and stories to send. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 6:58:17 PM | A heart filled with laughter and stories to send.
smoke rings and fantasy shared with a friend
gateways to castles and stories gone by
windows to "knowhere" open to the sky
and magical doorways hidden in the wall
Lost ruby slippers and tickets to the ball
warm afternoons with mall penguin poses
full service dinners with candles and roses
giggling girls cooking breakfast for two
full belly laughing and good times with you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 7:08:21 PM | full belly laughing and good times with you
is all that I really want to do
When the dark closes in and the shades go down
I dream of you my beautiful clown
Once I thought you'd be here forever
now I know that theres no such thing as never
I saw you once, I saw you twice
you silly clown, that wasn't nice
When I leave this world, one thing I'll do
is look again at the way I've been screwed.
But you know what? The laughs were worth it
the memories are mine and something I cherish. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 7:10:29 PM | Full belly laughing and good times with you
Stumbling down laneways in darkness
Looking for hidden gateways into a garden
But the garden was no longer there
And night had squashed our sight
As we felt our way along
Through prickly branches
Bumping into fences
Even the camper had forgotten a flashlight
But the sounds
Yes all around
The lake slipped into our aura
Giving it a new light
As the soft earth led us past the children’s house
Miniature door impossible to enter
We couldn’t go back
Only forward to the welcoming street lamps
And a warm cup of coffee. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/11/2007 9:42:42 PM | the memories are mine and something I cherish like a warm cup of coffee.
a pull of toffee shared on that warm summer night by the fire light flickering
yea sure, maybe a bit of dïckering over who gets the big pull
who has to use the wool blanket and when we can sing that chorus
for before us there was everything else that isn't now or to come
like so much fun with a tumble in the sand
wet hands digging for imaginary treasures
such pleasures can't only be for children. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 12:23:18 PM | Such pleasures can't only be for children
Even I like building sand castles on the beach.
With moats and bridges and big wooden gates
To keep out the wretched sea water monsters away!
We splash and we dance with a child's heart
And smile the smile, like the innocence of the young
Knowing, without saying anything that it's so much more.
A kinetic connection; soulful cooperation. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 12:47:14 PM | A kinetic connection; soulful cooperation
Is a dream buried deep in the ocean
The ocean that forms from the tears
The tears of those who search for the one true love
The one true love that will give warmth to heart
The heart that were broken and left in cold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 3:02:16 PM | The heart that were broken and left in cold
You slid a long way down from centerfold
Put up on the auction block to be sold
There were no bidders I was told | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 4:01:17 PM | There were no bidders I was told
So he held onto that treasure until he was old.
It was buried in his backyard they say.
And he covered up with golden hay.
One thousand years later, it was found
Considered by many to be holy ground.
(I know, I know....) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 8:06:01 PM | I know, I know....)
You have to go,
your taxi is waiting outside
I know, I promised, there's face to save
and I swore to myself I'd be brave
I know, I told you, you must follow your dreams
and I know it 's not as hard as it seems
I know I know, you must leave me today
and I promise I won't beg you to stay
I know, I know it does seem like before
when I could not let you walk out that door
and I know, yes I know you'll be back home tonight
but you leaving here does not feel right. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 9:47:31 PM | But you leaving here does not feel right
Six wonderful days of heaven
When I held you in my arms
Gently stroking your hair
So soft against my cheek
That fleeting feeling
As time stops
And love has found its wings
To begin again
Beyond our scope
Of understanding
I held on tight
Wishing it was all a dream
As beauty softly slipped away
Into the darkness
Forever more
A child of my heart
conception relinquished
I gave you back
for I owned you not
alone I never felt more empty. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 10:36:34 PM | alone I never felt more empty.
Look up in the heavens and see me
I am the twinkle in the stars
Smiling down on you
Memories together
Will always be ours | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 10:51:01 PM | Will 'always' be ours?
or does 'never' fit the bill
Always is forever
yet it seldom will
bloom into tommorrow
while yesterdays of dreaming
waken in the dawn light
cachophanies of screaming
So forget your "Always"
Accept life without fear
linger on the byways
I often will be near
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/13/2007 11:04:46 PM | I often will be near
even when the dear spring by
without even a hint of pause
the easy impact... sound
of their clever little hooves
just so fleetingly lift off the ground
and through the air they go ... over the fence and slip... slip they go ... the last thng I see is their coc*ed ears and white flash of tail ... so quiet they sail | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/14/2007 5:56:19 PM | flash of tail ... so quiet they sail
oiled to not pale in the light
a whisper on deck
craning of necks
some subtle bets on the flop
will she or won't leave the top
with that bow in a slip knot
waiting for fun
giggles and wine out in the sun
a casual tack
with shortened main jib
the babe is now sleeping
as sound as a crib
splash from the starboard
a warmth in the sea
some dipping off shore
get lots of skinny
hours of play with the first mate aware
swimming not sinking while others just stare
once with abandon
twice with a friend
unmasted this ship will reveal its best end
as long as the sunblock holds true and fast
our sporting adventure is going to last.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/14/2007 9:00:43 PM | our sporting adventure is going to last
now that we've packed it like a blast
from the past
incense and candles and flicker di Woooo
crawl over here baby and forget the voo doo
rip off the pretence and shred it to bits
nibble on something that reminds you of ...
then when your ready to get down and make noise
we may go to the kitchen and jam la framboise | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/14/2007 9:34:13 PM | we may go to the kitchen and jam la framboise
when the fun was over she put away the toys
she went to get her coat to ride on the boat
I got on the phone to call the fishing boys
Our sporting adventure is going to last.
This charter boat is going real fast
Get the bait ready for my first cast
Today I’m going to have a blast
Sea is dead calm, the sky is blue
I want to catch a Tuna, a Sailfish
King Mackerel, blue dolphins
Red Snapper, A squid or two
Message arrived on
The ship to shore phone
Capt said,
“Take it out on the deck
Where you can be alone”
My woman was screaming
Kinda’ sensed she was hot
Hollering on the phone
From the parking lot
You forgot to pick me up
back here on the docks
When you get back
I won’t be here
To wash your socks
Sea is dead calm, the sky is blue
I’m sure I’m gonna’ miss you
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/14/2007 11:18:10 PM | Sea is calm, the sky is blue
I'm sure gonna miss you
when the big fishie get's a hold
I said it was over
and than what do you do
but come round my shallows
and load it with stock
wild as the salmon that
glace' the moon bay
turning me fin around
fin fin fin fin icky
fin around
an fin me away
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 7:26:18 AM | fin around an fin me away
finish me sentence as I stray
off down that tangent they call mindless play
dïckering and dockering along the way
I remember with the help of an oldies radio
some girl from way back when I used to know
I wonder and fantasize about where'd she go
then try whistling the tune but it sucks or blows
Not that it matters as a bus rumbles past
the diesel smoke choking as I start to gasp
turning my head like way too fast
makes me feel dizzy but it doesn't last
Then before i resume my sauntering walk
I see something shinny with an accent of chalk
bend to check it out with no words of talk
just a little chubby twinge I feel in my jock
Could this be silver or maybe even gold
some feeling you get well are never too old
that candy store child that's becoming bold
has an epiphany then starts to feel cold
I notice a drawing that isn't quite finished
showing some scene with bouquet of fish
as my fantasy luck looks now diminished
a patch is smudged like a broken bone wish
that silver encased chalk shows spots of fresh blood
then before I can compose myself hears a thud
my eyes become clear as a puddle of mud
while some bystander cries out "Hey Bud!"
Feeling the crush and weight turn to black
my feet become tangled with part of my back
the sidewalk is smoking with widening cracks
all I know now is my bags might need to be packed
The ride to that room is so hazy it seems
some spots on the wall have affected my dreams
I don't drink my coffee often with no cream
now I'm thinking I remember some screams
Off in the distance riding on a new bike
a little boy soldier some girls really like
he goes by the name of crazy legs Mike
not many realize that he's really a dyke
Can't really say why that popped in my head
but crazy things happen when stuck in a bed
for days on end wrapped under this spread
I'm kind of trying to remember what I read
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 10:28:23 AM | Trying to remember what I read
To piece together what was said
So many strands, a tangled mesh
Ideas old mixing with those fresh
Searching for the missing piece
The one that will the key release
The more I look the less I'll see
'til none of it makes sense to me
So then to sleep and suddenly
The answer shines with clarity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 10:51:13 AM | The answer shines with clarity
Even in the darkest of days
But to wait
To hold
To be still
To outlast the cold
That is always the test of the
Soul
The soul whom life opens
a crazed place
with riddles
and rubies and diamonds
gold
and carpets and tapestries
that flow like ne'ev
bin
fold
How does one hold
a fire that burns
til exhaust
only my heart
only my soul
goes on believing
where there is
pain
there is
soul
and all else comes to light
if one holds
til found
the troubled
comes clarity
comes
whole
like ne'er bin
lost
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