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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 6:45:35 PM | if all the goodness we professed
when tested, was found true
and if we possessed the humility
to give the credit where it is due
and if you saw what really was
would you turn away in disgust?
and if you trusted your weakness
could you tell your truth without fear ?
and could you run the risk
of dropping the pretention
and lift the veil
do we really face the truth openly?
is our professed goodness only good
in our clean, neat, and orderly vacuums
our does it exist, unprofessed
in service in dark corners
unwritten and unspoken | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 6:57:41 PM | unwritten and unspoken
the line of connection is never broken
no matter what words one might say
truth is relative to the time of day
truth is relative to the scene in the play
truth is what resonates within one's soul
what you instantly feel
when recognition takes hold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 7:28:03 PM | when recognition takes hold
that communism has collapsed
that the russians are buying
"Life is Good" T-shirts
and we all focus hard on our 'own thing'
righteous consumption
for the time being
where there is nothing but
the time being
while meanwhile
there is no meanwhile
as we play ethics by ear
searching for a way
outta here
but which way is out?
poets and carnivores
we are all part of the food chain
aint that enough?
to escape at night into personal imagry
in a world that is changing, are we
stuck in a commercial called 'life'
each living our own little reality show
trying to figure out
where to donate money
when we wake up surprised to find
there is no money | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 8:41:34 PM | there is no money
that could buy you honey
you're one set apart
your simple poem was art
(liked that one, weare1)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 8:41:49 PM | there is no money.
i gather you in my arms.
we watch the bees
dancing among the flowers,
we watch the birds
dancing among the flowers,
and we dance,
you and i,
among the shallowness
of stores
and tv channels.
if we make love,
you and i,
if we touch
the sweet petals
of life
what else is there, really?
making love,
writing poetry,
taking the breath
of this moment,
and then dying.
it's my choice:
my life,
my death,
all the rest
is noise. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 9:00:48 PM | it's my choice:
my life,
my death,
all the rest
is noise.
I have embraced life with the living
felt fire rushing through my veins
keeping rhythm with his thrust
felt the power of strong arms surround me
trapping me within this cage of escape
I've been bitten by love
((Hi Lip ... long time no see))  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 9:55:36 PM | I've been bitten by love once or twice in my life,
And once it even left a wife at my door,
It's like a cat that pounces on life,
And plays till it lies on the floor,
The victim of marital strife,
Dead to rise nevermore.
Yet still there is sunshine to restart the heart,
And make it believe there is hope,
You can begin anew and start,
Hopeful once more up the slope,
This time I hope to outsmart,
The pessimists that call me a dope.
(Sunshine: I like your poem that ended in cable
This would have been my reply:
I should have switched to cable,
Then David Attenborough could show me,
Where in life's open ocean,
The right fish for me is found in the sea.
Search through one hundred channels,
Looking for someone alive and intense,
Even the expert panels,
Can't offer any advice that makes sense.
Sad by the shore walks a clown,
Not wading in for the fear he'll be drowned,
Maybe I shouldn't look down,
Perhaps nothing lies down there unfound.
Instead I should reach for the stars,
Why be afraid of a few little scars.)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 10:44:47 PM | the pessimists that call me a dope
for seeing the blessing and trying to cope
for knowing the lesson is do more than hope
for being a 'living prayer' in action and scope
good intentions are always wonderful
but they are not going to make up for being irresponsible
when the world is collapsing in war and in debt
when it seems our evolution is going backwards....and yet
with all the distress and obvious crisis
something in me feels we are evolving
our awareness of our unity is a metamorphosis
teaching us as our world keeps revolving | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2009 2:56:54 PM | (Sunshine: I like your poem that ended in cable
This would have been my reply:
I should have switched to cable,
Then David Attenborough could show me,
Where in life's open ocean,
The right fish for me is found in the sea.
Search through one hundred channels,
Looking for someone alive and intense,
Even the expert panels,
Can't offer any advice that makes sense.
Sad by the shore walks a clown,
Not wading in for the fear he'll be drowned,
Maybe I shouldn't look down,
Perhaps nothing lies down there unfound.
Instead I should reach for the stars,
Why be afraid of a few little scars.)
((Aww! If only it were that easy to count on David Attenborough. I'll bet you're a lot of fun. Don't give up.))  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2009 3:02:36 PM | teaching us as our world keeps revolving
the moon around us
and we around the sun
the Earth will go on
with or without us it matters not.
In my eyes the question is not, what if?
But, when?
Truth be known, I don't wanna know.
((Hugs One ... )) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2009 5:17:38 PM | Truth be known, I don't wanna know
so you won't catch me watching that show
you may want to stop or may want to go
as far as I've seen the whole thing blows
Sort of reminds me of an old Bob Segar song
this life we live can feel too short or long
be surrounded by people you think don't belong
or finally step on stage then hear the gong | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2009 5:53:14 PM | or finally step on stage then hear the gong
Or, be on stage and have thousands echo your song
talk about being on top of the world
infectious desire to be a part of the whole.
Ability for some to boast ... "I was there!"
Woodstock comes to mind
Where are all those dream makers,
sailing the world on our money? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2009 7:44:15 PM | sailing the world on our money
the pirates had their day
what they took was meaningless
they left us with eath other
i need no pockets now
so i am richer for it
hold u all the closer
feel ur heart beat faster
and sometimes when i see i ship
i tink they are comming back
so i hide my treasure
my love my heart my life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2009 3:07:10 AM | my love, my heart, my life
not functioning so well when i was a wife
married quite young in fairytale heaven
moving abroad to marry an Englishman
when i 'should've' been at my college graduation
but life here had become full of disillusion
four years of college for a degree with no profession
so when i met a lovely BBC cameraman
who was also a committed Arican
got swept off my feet and moved to join him
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2009 8:15:17 AM | got swept off me feet and moved to join him
experiences of life are what they are
Never feel quilty for loving I always say
Like most, there are moments when I didn't think myself capable of loving again
Life gratefully proved me wrong
I can love
I do love
Sometimes, I am Love!
walking through the earth to and fro
spreading love where I am guided
Everyone needs love. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2009 6:00:52 PM | everyone needs love
a commodity that often runs short
handled with a kid glove
even amidst love often a retort
every one needs hate
of which their is an overabundance
simply living along comes fate
and smacks you right between the eyes
anger ,hate, forgiveness ,acceptance
one leads to another
like potato chips,and marshamallow pies
when love comes for one, there could be more for each other | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2009 1:47:48 PM | really far
pick a star
any one
just for fun
for you see
you and me
can never get to it
from goodness or spit
the distance in inhibitive
for any derrivitive
then even if we could
it does what it should
it would vapourize instantly
the molecules of you and me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2009 6:55:11 PM | the molecules of you and me
will last for infinity
for matter cannot be created nor destroyed
not that it seems to matter...
as I dreamed i was dead
sitting in a lawn chair
drinking coffee
watching shooting stars
to the light of a second floor window
i thought about going up
to listen to music
until i woke up
remembering the silence
of the shooting stars
is how i knew i was dead
until i heard a story
on the telly saying
dreams about death mean
there is new life coming
followed by a show
about UFO's
gee
now i feel better... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2009 8:39:24 PM | (Nice leave Joro, love your whimsy)
Gee, now I feel better
God's in a housecoat, on my roof
with a purple cat that I swear has mange
But I don't, nor would presume to suggest, the company He keep
for He can't change and He knows why, and you might guess
but while He's there, I would inquire
for there are hints, but I've not been told
the why of pain and of desire
and why the two,
inexplicably linked
and the fleeting moments of real bliss
and who ever thought to try a kiss
I understand the moon, it's pull and then the tide
But why must joy be so high, if not as wide | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2009 9:48:23 PM | But why must joy be so high
if not as wide
let me jump to the sky
and fly as wide as the eye can see
savoring those fleeting moments
of love
of bliss
wrap my arms around you
and kiss
forever
because this life is to be enjoyed
now
before tomorrow
never comes
let me melt into you
now and forever | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2009 11:05:43 PM | Now and forever
You'll make my heart race
Though I don't know your name
Nor have I seen your face
The girl with the velvet skin
And the hair just like lace
When one day we meet
The right time and right place
That day I'll know
I can give up the chase
And the love that I feel
Will not go to waste
When I can give it all to you
And eternity's embraced | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2009 3:11:02 AM | eternity's embrace
is always here
in each heavenly face
that's far or near
see the sparkle in the eyes
even when dark clouds fill the skies
there's a glow about the place
filled with sacred grace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2009 8:22:27 AM | I danced the sands to keep it free
Running through the waves
Feeling the cool splash against my calves
Waking me from the slumber of needing
So that once again I can dive
Into the dreams that light my tomorrows
Not settling for the careful dunes
of good enough but knowing I am
All I need to be for now just as I am
Alone with only friends
To jump the waves with me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2009 7:55:17 PM | To jump the waves with me,
My landlocked turtle dove,
You must let go, be free,
Floating on seas of love.
The warmth of tropic seas,
The infusion will start,
When I'm down on my knees,
Begging you for your heart.
So please bravely let go,
Drift along with the tide,
I would like you to know,
I will be by your side.
Ne'er again shall we part,
My sweet mistress, my heart. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2009 9:21:08 PM | *** I chose to seazadream***
Filled with sacred grace
but I danced the sands to keep free
The sound of the surf still ehco's
Wave on wave seaweave intact
Delicate motionless smiles
Crested moon cast over darkend skies
|Filled with sacred grace | |
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