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Posted: 6/12/2008 10:06:39 AM | Good name Om...
Silverswan, I think this is one helluva poem. You should consider submitting it to some journals for publication. Excellent. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 12:15:36 PM | Breath taken away with that one MK!!!! AWWWWWEEESALL!!!(more than awesome!!....lol) Blush away hunny and I don't think he cares to much what ya look like?!! Standing ovation!!!!
This is what that wonderful mind silverswan wrote:
she's a tenement in the ghetto
with her windows blown out
and torn curtains flapping, like bandages
in the breeze...
(our father who is never in heaven)
she's a crack palace
smoke-filled, with dreams by the score
burnt to ashes, knee deep in death
with an arm full of holes
(thy will be done, thy kingdom is cummm)
always wet, always slick, an easy trick
she's the silver edged stilletto
cutting the night into bite-sized pieces
she's the lit slit of neon strip Vegas
a slot machine jackpot of possibility
her cherry tipped clit with a g spot
jackpot, such a big score
they'll strip mine her dry
as she glitters and writhes
her way through the night
she's a flame-throwing,
sword-swallowing mirage
abundance incarnate
she's the red-sea parting
complete with fishes and
multiplying loaves
there for the taking
( as it always is in heaven)
she's satisfaction guaranteed
with tassels on her teats
rotating this way then that
like planets out of sync
for a buck in her g-string
or coins, like chains
clinking into cups
(give us this day our daily twat)
she's big and round
packed solid like a fortress,
with a wounded child inside
wearing size three shoes
a six year old dress
eight year old panties with
the day of the week sewn on
because she can't remember
all the days she's lost
where she put them
in the dollhouse she once lived in
curled up like a snail
in a shell
in a box
in a drawer
where they keep the knives
(as we forgive those who trespass)
she's huge like a circus freak
with memories of Auschwitz,
Chernobyl, Hiroshima, Bhopal
in the folds of her flesh
(and lead us not into her temptation)
she's the last breath taken
by the last of its kind
a song never heard again
she's the hour between night and dawn
when the earth stands still
while mankind decimates
wolf, rhino, elephant, whale, bear
virgin forests slashed and burned
sold to the highest bidder
(and deliver us from evil)
she's the black widow spider
with eyes all around her head
looking to the past, present, future,
eating her mate, weaving a web of fate
she's one woman dancing
on a cliff
balancing
arms reaching for the sky
dancing dancing
(for mine is the kingdom)
to the beat of a drum
from the heart of the earth
spinning, spinning
(in power, in glory)
gathering all the parts
of the earth raped,
reclaiming her power.
(forever and forever).
ahhh-wo-men.
.............................infinite!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 12:42:33 PM | Silver, that is one awesomely powerful write...You blow my mind sometimetimes
truly blow it away.... | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 1:39:35 PM | Among the very best I've read in these forums, silverswan.
Just .. WOW .. ! | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 5:11:24 PM | gee whiz, thanks everyone.... i'm not hot on this one, it seems very raggedy in spots... and it is sooooo old. still can't really type here... hand is BAD.... well, will have to rethink getting back on my feminist soapbox????? | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 5:20:04 PM | swanie..........................hurry and heal that hand.......i miss your words.........
why are we getting....or you getting on your soap box???
oh oh..................lol | |
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Posted: 6/12/2008 7:27:17 PM | | I'm joining the chorus here....that was really, really good. Thanks for posting it... | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 3:16:05 AM | Me too, swan, I'm joining the clamor...."she's a tenement..." is incredible.
It's in every one of us
when we rage against injustice
when we weep for another
when we sigh with pleasure
divinity, femininity
fierce compassion
The world could use a woman's touch.
*edited to say: Oh, and thank you for the hair compliment! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 5:29:38 AM | Good morning Swan. A gift for you my dear. Happy Friday.
"The woman is an angel, the woman is a nightingale which captivates any soul
with her song, the woman is the sanctuary in front of which we subdue."~~~VICTOR HUGO | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 12:39:23 PM |
gee whiz, thanks everyone.... i'm not hot on this one, it seems very raggedy in spots...
Which makes it about 13 to 1 in favour!!! Or are you one of the three Rabbis?
It seems that these four rabbis were having a series of theological arguments, which were always resolved by a vote of three to one against the fourth. One day, the odd rabbi out, after he had lost once again, decided to appeal to a higher authority.
"Oh, God!" he cried. "I know in my heart that I’m right and they’re wrong! Please give me a sign to prove it to them!"
As soon as the rabbi finished his prayer, a storm cloud moved across the sky above the four. It rumbled once and dissolved.
"A sign from God!” he cried: “I'm right, I knew it!"
But the other three disagreed, pointing out that storm clouds often formed on hot days.
So the rabbi prayed again:
"Dear God, I need a bigger sign to show that I’m right and they’re wrong.”
This time four very dark storm clouds appeared and a bolt of lightning struck down a tree on a nearby hill.
"I told you I was right!" cried the rabbi, but his friends insisted that nothing had happened that could not be explained by natural causes.
The rabbi got ready to ask for a very big sign, but just as he said:"Oh God... ," the sky turned pitch black, the earth shook, and a deep, booming voice intoned,
"HE’S RIGHT!"
The rabbi put his hands on his hips, turned to the other three, and said:
"Well?"
"Alright," shrugged one of the other rabbis: "so now it's 3 to 2." | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 1:02:34 PM |   You tell her Aloysha .....simply magnificent! as always my friend!
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Posted: 6/15/2008 1:57:22 AM | even with her will deeply deeply weighted
furrowed
with a plow of wanting
wanting so deeply scoring the
earth of her being
the ground of her existence
roiling churning up and over
the mountains of her need
everests to even herself
unknown heights and depths
of passions she can't place
and though the earth of her going dry
once thick rich loam now dust
a vacant place of much delirium
to where this road, this life has led
even with darkness approaching so very fast
very fast holdng her burning desires
like distant stars, lost planets
even with all that which her heart has longed for
now almost visible
now no longer a hazy mirage
sleeping inside her
dormant consciousness
now that the possible is almost palpable
and the plow of her could drive forward
forward striking spark off rock
off boulder, off bone
to flame to being, to hold back
nothing
nothing
her soul exposed,
awakened to be
transparent flame
ready to leap and consume the universe
extending itself, spacing itself like an arc
across the layered surfaces of passion
an igniting, incendiary blazing that then
suddenly
turns on her
buys up the air
her bankrupt vaults
sucking out the breath of hope
t0 where the Truth lies
to where her dreams are emprisoned
choking the marrow of her
suffocating her will
condemning her to lie there
shackled to her addiction
that quick fix that quiets the fear
the eating, the consuming
filling the empty holes of her
the faint and faraway memory of her
condemned to watch what was
just almost
just almost
right there before her
and always
always
always
what won't leave her
behind her
more alive
than ever
digging
her
a
slow
grave | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 3:59:33 AM | There is this thing we have
(or that has us)
called will
like a car with only a forward gear
which, once it encounters, say,
a fleck of forgotten dust
on the road, goes blooey,
goes damn! Goes
this was never the road I was meant to be on anyway
and what on earth gave me the idea
I was a car in the first place
when, look, I’m nothing
but a massive, stupid
first gear! | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 9:16:03 PM | (never thought about it much 'til granny got all sick...)
yep, we are all born to die
it's just a fact of life
no one ever escapes it
no matter how hard we try
so what is the meaning
of me
here on this earth
to live my life in misery
to live my life in dearth
or do i live my life with gusto
flying off the cliff
try my hand at the guitar
master the good ol' riff
really am not sure
what happens when i die
do i go on to the great beyond
or simply say goodbye
all i know for sure
this life i have is mine
its really up to me
to have a good ol' time
(hey swanie..it's the simple ol' thorny duck here...just droppin' in and sayin'..hey!!...love you sweetheart) | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:18:13 PM | quackquackquack rosie, lavaya 2, whole bunches with the sun and moon and stars thrown in cuz you deserve them....
yeah, me too rosie
thought about death today
did the tour of the graveyards
with Bernice in tow
her diaper freshly changed
her cheeks rouged like
a bleary eyed whore on crack
we went first to see my dad
wish him a happy father's day
sang him his favorite drinking song
sweeping the stone, righting the flags
trying my best to keep it ship shape
but all the while knowing i was getting
a lecture about "don't leave any gd holidays
fer chrissakes!" and then we drove
her see her hubby Bill of 51 years
her knotted finger poking at the
window "roll it down, roll it down"
so Bill could hear "Nessun Dorma"
blaring on the CD, cause that's the way i like it
and the only way Bernice can hear it
i stared at the air while she stared at
her name waiting for her there
Bernice Goldman Kramer, 1929 - ............
and thought that if we started to dig
after all the rain we had this week, we'd
probably reach Bill in a jiffy, he'd
lift his chalk bone arms to hold her hands
stained with urine and Jean Nate powder
his arm now bare of the faint blue tattoo
still traced on Bernice from Treblinka
where they suffered together
two young kids who somehow survived
then went on to med school, raising children
eating bacon because God ceased to exist for them
i wondered at a life of 51 years together
where they never lost belief in each other
"He had a gentle touch, all his patients said so"
she remembered as she brushed the marble stone,
her still earthly hands pressing
reaching down to him
remembering
his gentle touch
the tattoo barely visible
in the violet dusk | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 3:32:35 AM | | Re 269: It's those seemingly thrown-away endings, those seemingly casual over-the-shoulder afterthoughts that can be a killer sometimes! God (whomever/whatever/wherever/if ever you are) bless you for this! | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 2:02:19 PM | Shuffle the deck,
Draw three cards.
Will I find just bones and tears.
crushing me as they appear.
Who will walk with me tonight
bidding me to stay or take flight.
My life is an opera
teeming with life.
Three cards within the circle lie,
dark as midnight, bleached bone dry.
my hand reaches....
Ah ! who waits to speak first.
Draig-Talamh, jewel encrusted earth dragon
he who brings to light,that which has been, suppressed, hidden.
Overwhelming me with emotions .
Only by loving myself will your treasures appear
Nathair the Adders, sexual creature that you are
carrying me between the realms of mystery
healing me by the shedding of my skin
raw to the desire within,
Corr the Crane
Patient, rich in hidden knowledge
waiting for me to reach
that tender place, to light the fire
All three walk beside you
but you chose another form,
one more card must be drawn
DAHM, my Stag, you draw me by your scent
If heaven did not dwell with in us each.
I would dare to think you heaven sent.
but knowing that you are there with me,
brings me such palpable ecstasy.
Draw me out
Shed my my skin
light the fire
burning with such exquisite intensity | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:01:02 PM | i think i need your phone number.... i think i need you to draw three cards for me...LOL.
i love this moment before the storm
before all hell breaks loose
unleashing the hounds of havoc
i love this caesura, this pause
everything waiting
holding its breath
waiting for the inevitable change
we sorely need
from the heat, pressure
oppressive, stagnant air
the thunder now rumbling in the distance
reverberating off the walls of the Palisades
a long low undulating purr
a moan of agitation sorrowing the air
i am waiting for the wind to wake up
for the pelting rain to beat me senseless
because i am going to enter the maelstrom
i am going to stand in the middle of it
and raise my arms and scream at heaven
"Come ON, Come the hell ON, give it to me,
give me all you've got, 'cause I got nothing left!"
and afterwards, soaking wet,
like the leaves newly flipped and greener
i'm gonna come back on line and look
at Ash's new picture, her smile
keeping me from the drawer with
razor blades and knives
and be thankful
that one smile
makes all the rest
of this shit
bearable | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:20:01 PM | | you my friend are the spark, the flame to the moth. go out and run in the rain, splash in a puddle, hurl lightening bolts, you know you can, | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:26:49 PM | damndamndamndamndamndamndamn.... no i ain't.... i'm just stupid and sick and tired of being sick and tired enough to do it........ and that was one gorgeous poem up there.... i really really loved it.... are you looking for a shed for me up there????? LOL
"Draw me out
Shed my my skin
light the fire
burning with such exquisite intensity""
now, who has the flamethrower to get me going here????? LOL | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 9:48:52 AM | Shed already built for ya here!!!
Open'd wings soaring high
Fly
Fly
Fly'n on a breeze of light
Swan in an Eagle's stature
Soaring my thoughts!!!
Um, summer trip?.....lol | |
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