| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 7:32:34 AM | What is not a poem?
The breakfast I had this morning
with two visiting, much-loved friends:
Ruth, the hidden-child survivor of the Holocaust
who somewhat compulsively
advises me what to write,
whom to love, how
to manage my health;
Cecil, her husband of some fifty years
who sits by, smiling Bodhisattva-like
at his wife’s inveterate
managerial impulse?
My morning ritual bowel movement?
My eagerness on the drive home
to get here and write it down,
write it all down,
every blister and jolt?
................................................................................................Jerry Newman © 01Nov07 | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 7:42:01 AM | oh my goodness. the tales i've heard tell of you!!!!!!
welcome home Jer. how marvellous to finally meet you.
the wind today
all air-grace
and solace
blossoms
then re-blossoms
now i know
the remaining leaves
were waiting
to dance in your arms | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 8:00:12 AM |  Aloysha, so happy to see you back here! Home , where your words belong!
Minds danced in darkness....
yet your shadow always stayed
Within the walls and pages....
where your memory laid
For shadows of a friend and artist
never far from mind.....
they danced and played inside us
your words were always kind!
So let the lovely sun shine on....
shadows rest awhile!
Jer is back to share a smile.....
To him....I give a bow!
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 10:05:06 AM | | Lovely response, thanks! And thanks for adding me as a favourite! Would that we didn't live so far apart! | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 10:16:58 AM | It did cause a smile on this Wabbit's face to see that you have returned...a grand welcome I offer you, and good luck here in your new home.
My shadow follows me
all throughout this day
tapping me gently on a shoulder
beckoning me outside to play
a whisper in my ear
tells me forge ahead
our path is quite clear
time to get out of bed
so look for her I do
this shadow who's become a friend
I am thinking in my mind
of her there shall be no end.... | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 10:57:49 AM | The light-fingered one
strikes again.
A digit that’s been
God only knows where
but God
a Republican, no doubt,
would rather not hear. | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 11:01:49 AM | It did cause a smile on this Wabbit's face to see that you have returned...a grand welcome I offer you, and good luck here in your new home.
My shadow follows me
all throughout this day
tapping me gently on a shoulder
beckoning me outside to play
a whisper in my ear
tells me forge ahead
our path is quite clear
time to get out of bed
so look for her I do
this shadow who's become a friend
I am thinking in my mind
of her there shall be no end....
Wery, wery nice, Ms Wabbit. I weally appweciate that, | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 11:12:42 AM | scrambling here. post menopausal brain stretching to reach 7th grade level french...
ce ne fait rien!! that's why Amtrak created the Adirondack!! i can hardly wait for wooby to appear and see you here!!! | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 12:27:21 PM | Ah, princess! Had I not heard the rumour that he was soon to be about, I might not have been watching. . . .
And Jer: you've been soooooooooooo missed. But then you knew that!
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:09:31 PM |
Ah, princess! Had I not heard the rumour that he was soon to be about, I might not have been watching. . . .
And Jer: you've been soooooooooooo missed. But then you knew that!
Oh, my liver and lights! How heartwarming these messages are!
Did someone already post this on my behalf? In case not here's something I'm really quite proud of. It has taken me a long time to write as simply as this:
May I?
May I offer you
the bread of comradeship,
the salt of truth,
the wine of deep remembering
--and the courtesy of my heart? | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:16:55 PM | I for one
with an extended hand
welcome you to express your thoughts
that will again tempt a heart
to those that have awaited your return
let them to us now depart.
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:19:11 PM | Many here search for a light
within dark shadows they hide
fearful due to condemnation
they slink away inside
put forth a glow
we ask dear host
cause a smile to erupt
help chase away ghosts. | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:27:05 PM |  May I?
May I offer you
the bread of comradeship,
the salt of truth,
the wine of deep remembering
--and the courtesy of my heart?
This small simple courtesy...of heart....is as it always was!
A kinder heart , not found within
For you are all we wish to be!
I offer friendship.....
salt of truth!
Remembrence is the heart of you!
Forever living....in real faith!
We love to hear your thoughts.....
Amaze....
One of such a kind soul....
never leaves a bad taste!
For bitterness is left for others
Your sweetness....
makes us all ....above it!
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:42:21 PM |
This small simple courtesy...of heart....is as it always was!
A kinder heart , not found within
For you are all we wish to be!
I offer friendship.....
salt of truth!
Remembrence is the heart of you!
Forever living....in real faith!
We love to hear your thoughts.....
Amaze....
One of such a kind soul....
never leaves a bad taste!
For bitterness is left for others
Your sweetness....
makes us all ....above it!
Send love out, tentatively,
and sometimes it comes back at you
like a tsunami!
Some folk love in dribs and drabs,
a nibble for today
a taste for tomorrow
and some just give the whole damn thing away
all at once! | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 1:44:50 PM |
I for one
with an extended hand
welcome you to express your thoughts
that will again tempt a heart
to those that have awaited your return
let them to us now depart.
I accept your hand.
I see the openness of it.
Nothing hidden,
nothing withheld! | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 3:07:20 PM | Welcome back Aloysha
Samhain is ending
Beltane yet to come
seeds stirring below the ground
in dark silence
whispers of new beginnings | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 5:18:15 PM |
and some just give the whole damn thing away
all at once!
I think I'm one of those kinds...sigh. So good to have you home my friend. | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/1/2007 10:04:16 PM | Hey ya nauthy wabbbbbbbbit . . . . [hummmm? all those "bbbbbbb"s make we want to consult Mr. "B" . . .hehehehe] . . . . xooxoxoxo
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~Light~
to dare . . . to fly . . .
to dare . . .to leap . . .
to dare . . . to seek . . .
to dare . . . and so found
something sooooooooooooooooo profounded!!!
To share
What is rare
And know it’s right
Touching souls with no light
When you leave . . .
You’ll be missed
But best wishes I give
With love and a kiss . . .
~Myth~ | |
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| And go on
Posted: 11/2/2007 5:35:45 AM | Thanks drea Myth and raven....
He who was never loved
––never sufficiently loved, which
can feel like not having been loved at all
––will extract a terrible toll from the world:
the need for ever more love, other love.
The love that is given to him
will seem inadequate because
he doesn’t believe himself worthy
of being loved and therefore
those who appear to love him
must be defective, in some way:
desperate, even more needy
and therefore untrustworthy than he is.
And so he will welcome any love,
bubble-gum love, bobby-sox love,
baubles and trinkets or rubies and pearls,
a flash, a glint or a torrent
and go on. | |
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| And go on
Posted: 11/2/2007 7:09:44 AM | yeah but wouldn't it have been perfectly loverly
to at least get some bling before the boobies went southerly?????? | |
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| And go on
Posted: 11/2/2007 10:11:25 AM | "Welcome Home Jerry"
Often times a challenge is necessary
to rekindle a lifeless spirit
a blow to the ego
shaves off that unnecessary layer
it is purer one step down
unblemished
each year attaches another tag
age, category constant
one day there won’t be a name left for it
generation baby boomers
found x to the y
now they are z. | |
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| Me... and my shadow
Posted: 11/2/2007 10:23:08 AM | | Myth? I'm tho thorry I didn't acknowdge your contribution previouthly, but I did thintherely apprethiate it! | |
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| What is not a poem?
Posted: 11/2/2007 10:46:36 AM | This
is not a poem.
It is my heart’s blood
that will not be contained.
It is about a love
that changed (that had
to change, perhaps, although
which of is wise enough to judge?)
and that could not be changed
back again. It is about
one lover whose eyes or heart
were turned and the other
who remained mesmerized by her.
It is about the effort
to salvage something from the ruins,
the memory of a shared joke,
the first or last time
we made love,
the time she cried uncontrollably
because she could not or would not
say how she was hurting,
the shoulders so thin
I might have felt pity for them
were I not overcome with desire,
her eyes wide open
as we made love
as if it was our eyes
that penetrated each other,
nothing else.
Please,
do not call it a poem.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jerry Newman © 02Nov07 | |
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| What is not a poem?
Posted: 11/2/2007 12:36:59 PM | Apologies if I already posted thisd and overlooked doing so:
What is not a poem?
Iraq, some would say,
but a poem need not be pretty.
Indeed, if it is suitable for a Hallmark Card
it is probably not a poem!
By which measure, I suggest,
the Holocaust, Rwanda, Darfur
are among the greatest
if most horrifying poems ever. | |
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