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Posted: 9/23/2008 9:38:32 AM | One line and one phrase that I appreciate above all the others:
I bid your embrace bequeathed to this dance
How beautiful! And
oh crown of the sky | |
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Posted: 9/23/2008 11:05:16 AM | jeesh, who could pick just one image from this wonder??? absolutely gorgeous sunoir....
why is it the moon is our siren sister?
is it because she seems so singular there?
so lonely? wearing her assaults so serenely?
she nails her loneliness to our air,
a sacrifice she offers sweetly
in sighs of silver sending light
to the fill the holes in the emptiest of hearts.....
so lovely to see you here today sunoir...have missed your gentle poems, falling like moonlight thru the pond. | |
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Posted: 9/23/2008 11:41:26 AM | Sounds detached from the visual cast
Open wide the memories at last
Childhood innocense we all do hold
Some call gently, others perhaps to bold
Seeking Eternity as Death doth approach
Squish the bug and smoke the roach | |
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| With your cell-phone...
Posted: 10/3/2008 7:02:41 AM | With your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart
you wander the city
in search of Jean-Pierre,
Isabelle, Jane
or Buckie, Steve
or Eleanor, but
you are always alone
with your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart
In your studio apartment,
your mansion in Palm Springs or
in the arms of Jean-Pierre,
Isabelle, Jane
or Buckie, Steve
or Eleanor,
you are always alone,
with your cell-phone
and your Blackberry
and your aching, aching heart... | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/5/2008 7:27:55 AM | "Paperleaves" is the site-name of a poet on my other site, who recently confided to me that she had written a poem about love ajd what it meabnbs to her... but it disappeared.
The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
A poem about what love means to her and
what paperleaves means
to love, but a careless tap
of her index finger
sent it into cyberspace
to dwell among the detritus
of other hopeful or lethal
declarations: the urgent memo
from General Death to his troops at the front
to attack: Attack immediately!
or the manifesto from the rebel leader
declaring the world safe
at last for brother- and sisterhood!
Snarled in that poem
were the body-memories
of every time you ached for love,
the hideous face
of the one who would not love you
no matter what-–who lived for no other reason
but to be indifferent to your love.
Your dreams, singed
and curling at the edge, come
to pay a visit but
you will not let them in.
You will not let them in!
They stomp their feet on the snow
and clap their hands against the cold,
circle the house
again and again.
You go searching for the back door
but they’re already there.
Esos hijos asesinados the las perras
siempre estan ahi! | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/7/2008 12:04:29 PM | This is not written to any individual but rather as a general statement to the collective whole that chances to read this. Poets and Visionaries.
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The vast array in a word and the damage or relief such simplicity can instill
Uplift or tear down
Which be the choosing in which ye care to expond?
Rebirth of life or crushing blow towards death
Present arms, at the fingertips the weaponry which doth exist,
and bear what is cast in anothers direction
Bury the dead along with the dead
Numbing sensibility that cripples the precidence of Love
Endless battle to secure what be anothers will?
Virtual Hell?...Reality!!!!!
Distant fears that others bear
Pity the *uck that hoards beyond their share?
Endless****ight at the roosters crow
Thrice the sound of Natures Roe
Why try and convince yourself that mankinds battles do not also present into Natures Fury?
Beth Ann Luepke 10/7/2008 Copyrighted All Rights Reserved | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/7/2008 4:05:11 PM | | Personally, Domut, I might have had a better chance to relate to this if it had been written in farmore collquial or down-to-earth language. As it is I don't get the gist of it. | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/8/2008 9:17:32 AM | | Jeeeezzzzz.....That takes away the personal interpretations that others can bring to the poem and really is more of writing a thesis of some sort.... | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/8/2008 9:33:43 AM | | I hope not, Domut. I trust that most of the readrs here are independent enough to form their own opinions of your poem and those of others. | |
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Posted: 10/9/2008 10:50:15 AM | For your kind reply I shall expound on what I mean..that words can tear down
Heated arguments or words said in haste (or written)
This we all know
As for the weaponry... our fingertips at the keyboard
Fingertips at the conrol of guns, missiles etc.
Blood letting, figuratively and literally
I believe that the greater we misuse the Earths resources , the greater the Earth
responds to our misuse in the form of atmospheric and/or ground disturbances
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never harm me"
A childhood saying
Perhaps started to try and render children unaffected by what others say.
Try as hard as I may, still I find to my dismay
Callous words are hard to cast astray
If spoken to another
Much like a rebound
Cumupance.
Have a great day all. | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/15/2008 4:13:13 AM | Many thanks, Domut, I appreciate the whole of this but these lines in particular:
Try as hard as I may, still I find to my dismay
Callous words are hard to cast astray
If spoken to another
Much like a rebound
Cumupance. | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/15/2008 1:32:26 PM | Just me and my shadow....
brings memories to me...
just me and my shadow a dark haunting time....
a time to let go of and get past in my life...
a hero came calling one day from this sea...
a salt and peppered hair man that took my hand...
led me into a light i had never seen...
showed me a way to once again smile..
without the painted on grin that covered the pain...
you became a friend to me in a time i was lost...
a time i truely almost lost myself entirely....
i miss our talks and our friendship that haunts...
just me and my shadow ...
brings memories to me.....
Lisa Anne | |
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| The Poem that Paperleaves Lost
Posted: 10/15/2008 2:01:56 PM |
Just me and my shadow....
brings memories to me...
just me and my shadow a dark haunting time....
a time to let go of and get past in my life...
a hero came calling one day from this sea...
"Hero"/shmero! What you maybe never got was what a pleasure it was to me to be your friend! | |
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| The journey has many beginnings
Posted: 10/25/2008 4:22:09 AM | The journey has many beginnings,
false starts and rest stops
along the way: a homey café
where the smell of freshly-roasted
coffee-beans assails your nostrils
as you enter. You’re a born-again
voyager! Or there’s an oasis
with date palms and water so welcome
you think you’ve found God
at last... But you cannot rest
there, neither in God
nor in the arms of your lover.
So you pick up your back-pack,
your hopes, lace up your walking shoes
and you begin again.
Perhaps the journey is nothing
but beginnings, one
after the other, beginnings
without end... | |
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Posted: 10/25/2008 3:08:31 PM | 'cept when you're on hold in limbo
loitering
lingering
languishing
for your
real life
to begin
like
last year
and
last year
and
last year
and
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| Looking back at an old photo of one of one’s children
Posted: 11/6/2008 7:58:52 AM | It’s hard to believe that so much
of the beauty of what he was to become
was already encapsulated there
in that unselfconscious sweetness!
Something absorbed his attention
so that he was unaware
of being photographed, utterly unaware
that forty or so years later
his father would be standing before this bookshelf,
looking at this photograph,
craving to hold him again. | |
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| Looking back at an old photo of one of one’s children
Posted: 11/6/2008 2:14:58 PM | Beautiful write my friend, it is so tender and wistful. Reminds me of looking back to memories of my son while looking at him now, especially when he plays with his daughter.
looking at this photograph,
craving to hold him again. | |
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| Looking back at an old photo of one of one’s children
Posted: 11/6/2008 5:20:39 PM | I wasn't ready for what came
unfairly you didn't give me
advance notice
there was no notice
of any kind
just a bolt from the blue
unexpected
I was rocked to my somewhat shaky
foundations
second guessed your motives
examined the rationales
and came to a split conclusion
you were mad
or I was delusional
yet you were
steadfast
firm in your belief
that this would endure
I, not so sure
put my head on your shoulder
breathed hard
then
took the leap
of faith | |
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Posted: 11/7/2008 4:34:56 AM | Brizo, thank you so much. I sometimes wonder whether certain favourites of mine - you certainly among them - ever visit my threads. It is nice to know you were here!
Jer, mon cher
I am such a dolt...
Maybe so, but you are MY dear dolt! And as for
I wasn't ready for what came
unfairly you didn't give me
advance notice
there was no notice
of any kind
just a bolt from the blue
unexpected
I was rocked to my somewhat shaky
foundations
second guessed your motives
examined the rationales
and came to a split conclusion
you were mad
or I was delusional
yet you were
steadfast
firm in your belief
that this would endure
I, not so sure
put my head on your shoulder
breathed hard
then
took the leap
of faith
It’s wonderful how this moves, cautiously but confidently towards what one assumes is going to be a bitter revelation, and then requires that we make something like that leap of faith at the end! | |
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| Alef
Posted: 11/10/2008 8:49:13 AM | My people were reborn
in the letter Alef
which gave birth to bet,
gimmel, daled...
Alef was A-dam,
made of adamah
which is earth.
Bet was ben-Adam
"son of Adam," son of man,
that is, human..
My people are of earth
and were reborn
after Auschwitz, Buchenwald,
Chelmno, Dachau, &c.,
&c.,&c.,&c.,
&c.,
the whole alphabet
of calculated human bestiality.
Reborn, not so much when they were returned
to Eretz Israel, the "land of Israel," the earth
of Israel, but when they unearthed the Hebrew tongue
from its 2,000 year sleep,
and found their beloved Alef
once again! | |
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