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We are the economy Posted: 11/21/2009 7:25:28 PM
Thanks everyone for the beautiful writes. The nature of our beings grows in a forest as we all intermingle and share our leaves. I hear so often Mostly from the younger crowd Their ain't no jobs Well I don't care if you sit on your ass That's fine with me Just don't complain to me When at 53 I'm on bended knees pulling weeds Your crying to the wrong dog Theirs plenty of work It's as close as your neighbors door Wash windows, clean eaves Shovel snow, mow lawn Pull weeds, clean the house Run some errands I can think of a 100 more Man, I got so much work I'm turning it away Forget the politicians Pulling us out of this mess Lower your pride Get off your ass Maybe their ain't no jobs But how do you think the economy survived in Russia For 50 years Black market work If you want to lay around That's fine Just don't complain When at 53 I'm pullin weeds

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 11/19/2009 6:40:45 PM
over the abyss chasing the black dragon tale on a creased tin foil

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doting Posted: 11/19/2009 5:56:42 PM
Back in the day of first love A hickey was something to be proud of Just our first reminder That love hurts Even the "good" girls had one Hidden under their blouse I was in drivers education class With a fine lookin babe Who showed me hers And I ran over 4 orange pylons When I looked down at her nylons Under her skirt

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Green Green Grass Of Home....Curly Putman....Tom Jones singer Posted: 11/16/2009 8:19:02 PM
Great tune Rosie by Withers... Green Green Grass of Home The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to greet me are my mamma and my poppa Down the road I look, and there runs Mary Hair of gold, lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Chorus Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standin Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree That I used to play in Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home (Chorus) Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At the four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home (Chorus) Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

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The Eyes of a Child Posted: 11/16/2009 8:12:26 PM
Hey shine up at 5 bed by nine working so hard honey cause i like money but not to buy things objects don't give me zing no I work to serve my customers And to satisfy my inners Cause the only thing that matters to me Is to have my own time to be free Two weeks to go and with the snow I'm going to take it slow A few days rest and I aged with the sun and won't be tired And I'll burn like the oak with a long slow fire

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/16/2009 7:27:23 PM
Amazing poetry...simply amazing at such a young age. Please be yourself...always...Well I guess I better drop something off. Hmm...let me think: As green of the grass of Kentucky As pure as tobacco drying in a barn As free as a thorougbred racing in the field As truthful as the locked eyes in conversation As deep as the understanding of life in the word yup As the easy way in the depth of the country life

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The Eyes of a Child Posted: 11/14/2009 3:49:31 PM
Ah, you might say I'm doing fine Very fine indeed with this life line I've drawn With the precision of a draftsman And the dreams of an architect But you see I've become so blind With this good life I've crafted For I've lost the eyes of a child

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Nap Posted: 11/8/2009 6:23:48 PM
Why is it so easy For a nodding sleep In the middle of the day With a boring book That one page takes an hour to read But yet in the dark Sprawled out on linen Why is it so difficult To close the storied brain

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message 1287 Posted: 11/8/2009 6:02:33 PM
--the meek shall inherit the earth; A flower endures injury with patience and without resentment A flower is deficient in spirit and courage A flower is not violent or strong A flower is just a flower and it inherits all the earth. Just a thought Jer..... Definitions for meek in Merriams Webster Dictionary

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Shake me like a monkey---Dave Matthews Band Posted: 11/3/2009 8:05:58 PM
hehehehe..........:) *********************

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The Monkey Time.............Curtis Mayfield Posted: 11/3/2009 7:34:26 PM
There's a place right across town, whenever you're ready Where people gather 'round, whenever they're ready And then the music begins to play You feel a groove comin' on it's way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started All I know is that when the beat brings a feel It's so hard to get parted And then the music begins to play Automatically you're on your way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time) Do the Monkey, yeah (do the Monkey Time) Ah-twist them hips (twist them hips) Let your backbone slip (let your backbone slip) Now move your feet (move your feet) Get on the beat (get on the beat) Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) (Monkey Time) Now the dance that the people do, I don't know how it started All I know is that when the beat brings a feel It's so hard to get parted And then the music begins to play Automatically you're on your way Are you ready (are you ready) Well, you get yours, cause-a I got mine For the Monkey Time (Monkey Time) Ah, do the Monkey, yeah Give me a big strong line You're lookin' real fine

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Monkey Time.............Boz Scaggs Posted: 11/3/2009 7:25:39 PM
Back in '64 I was feeling 63 The strangest sort of feeling Started creeping over me It's not the kind of feeling You would easily forget My head started burning And my knees began to sweat I figured I was crazy So I went back to my chair But I looked into my mirror And I just wasn't there Just then the window shattered And a monkey hit the floor Looked like it was time for me To make it to the door But the monkey grabbed my coat And took away my hat And I don't remember What happened after that Except my friends hear the story About how I left it all behind Seems ever since that day I've had that monkey on my mind Tried to do my best And make something of my life So I cut off all my relatives And then I left my wife I've tried a hundred cures Anything that I could find But you know life ain't easy With a monkey on your mind Every time I make my mind up I'm really gonna try Well that monkey starts jumping And looks me in the eye Oh dig the monkey Well something exploded When the monkey got loaded And we went out on the town The monkey got so drunk He started getting funky It was hard to hold the poor boy down He did the boogaloo the shoogaloo The Eskimo the Hindu He even made the teenage queen Oh the joint started leaping Everybody was a-freaking The greatest show they'd ever seen Then someone started screaming And I woke up from my dreaming Tried to get myself realigned But it's all right And it all comes easy When you got a monkey on your mind Dig the monkey Oh one more time Dig the monkey

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Stage A, pure Seminoma Posted: 10/31/2009 6:31:13 PM
I'm not scholarly. Most books bore me. They get caught in adjectives and make believe. You say more in one sentence than most say in a chapter. You deliver with a straight right. Good stuff.

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Girl With Kite Posted: 10/31/2009 3:23:19 PM
Thanks Rose and Hello Tranquil Rose. Thanks for your poem and your heart felt words. Girl With Kite Girl with Swallowtail kite Swooping and swirling With the fluttering leaves In the gusty fall breeze I was too far away to hear But saw your sharing smile On a string of memories You glided into my toiled soul And like the kite stuck in the tree That you jerked free Your laughter flew me in the wind Till the end of the day

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Stop, Stop, Stop.....The Hollies.............:) Posted: 10/31/2009 2:31:12 AM
The Hollies Stop, Stop, Stop See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Answering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-linging Going through my head Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drops Running from her head Now she dancing, going through the movements Swaying to and fro Body moving, bringing back a memory Thoughts of long ago Blood is rushing, temperature is rising Sweating from my brow Like a snake, her body fascinates me I can't look away now {Refrain} Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Now she's moving all around the tables Luring all in sight But I know that she cannot see me Hidden by the light Closer, closer she is getting nearer Soon she'll be in reach As I enter into a spotlight She stands lost for speech {Refrain, mandolin solo, refrain} Now I hold her, people are staring Don't know what to think And we struggle, knocking over tables Spilling all the drinks Can't they understand that I want her Happens every week Heavy hand upon my collar Throws me in the street

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DAILY QUOTES Posted: 10/26/2009 7:06:39 PM
"If you're falling out of an airplane, the law of gravity trumps the law of attraction." Vinny Verellis

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Desert Posted: 10/22/2009 7:31:18 PM
Waiting in the tanned following Of the grains Swallowing the rain Now in deep purple In the hushed sand Silently the hidden heart Of the cacti opens Her face lit by the moon Her perfume so coy The bats drown In her nectar Her beauty of a thousand days of secrets Revealed in the soft white Of shy flower

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Ju Ju Posted: 10/14/2009 9:56:46 PM
Yeah you, Sorry I miss reached In thanking you for your love Man, slap me upside my head I took you for granted

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crayons dipped in phoenix fire Posted: 10/14/2009 9:22:05 PM
He Ash...sweets Liked your cat poem Today lost my keys Course I reached in the couch Too pull 6 months of pens, lighters and dirt but no keys Check all the pockets of my dirty laundry Looked in all my coats But I didn't go know where today So they had to be somewhere Looked in my loose change box In every drawer Looked in the car under the floor And my cat kept meowin at me Feed me, feed me I need my half can of meat with my bowl of dry So I reached down for the plate Which is under the key rack on the wall And there was my keys Thanks Cat, for that you get an extra spoonful

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passing... Posted: 10/14/2009 9:07:50 PM
tanks Rosie babes!!! Oh, Oh ,broke the rule again So where do I begin this so called poem I leave it hangin there Obscure in mid air

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passing... Posted: 10/14/2009 8:55:32 PM
Thanks Deb and Lucky. Well, all is well. Taking week off. Sorry everyone for writing about personal stuff and back to writing about other things. I'm not scholarly but there is a community about this place that draws me in. Well I wrote something a week ago and got to drop it off. Trying hard to play the rules....hahahaha...so heres a poem. Well,,,really I don't whats a good poem or not. I ain't at that level. I just write something that might strike a harmonic chord with someone else: Laughter Some days in our life are so hard Some years in our life are so hard But for those that work and live and isolated life Can fill the voids with whatever they choose Mine happens to be music I could not live with out it And during these sad days I know because of my age That if we plan it right Our days will be vintage See I’m stuck at a job with no social interaction And I’m at my best in front of a crowd And put me in a factory, something tough and rough It’s there among the other poor faces that I shine Just look around and you’ll see the pain So we all got to make a living So why not clown around Let’s make the most fun of it God, I miss the music of laughter It’s heavenly, I especially like The kind of a laugh That comes when your life falls apart

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Haiku Connection - This is It ! Posted: 10/14/2009 8:42:02 PM
Of all the flowers The weeds grow beautifully In there own purpose Hi Lucky and thanks for your love....

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Revelacionz#3 Posted: 10/14/2009 8:32:03 PM
Keeping on keeping on Jump on that keen mind of yours Gumption, comsumpution Corruption, false introductions Ride that cynicality Don't lose that edge You call it straight But you angle till the billard ball goes 7 cushions and touches the red ball One hell of a shot with words Cynicality ain't no word You'll find in the structurd worlds Of the masses But right on cue You shoot Definitely know your way around *Alright that enough of me trying to be a poet. Good stuff.

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passing... Posted: 10/13/2009 8:58:01 PM
Thanks Rose... g'night

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passing... Posted: 10/13/2009 8:39:51 PM
Brother called me from Texas this morn Booked a standby flight to arrive by midnight Never remembers dreams But last night Dad with a little head about the size of a softball Told him today was his last day Saw angels last week Outside in the street Told my sister to lock the front door After 5 hours of little drumbeat breaths She put her ear up to his mouth 3 hours ago He let out the longest slowest release of breath And then he left... Dad is dead

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Good Stuff Posted: 10/13/2009 4:27:06 PM
I enjoy your poetry. Not much in a poetic mood lately but a little poem for you, don't know if it's good cause I usually like to write one and read it a week later but tried to find something sweet for you: The truths in your poems are like nectar Bleeding through the beak of a blue Hummingbird Attracted to the red of the Cardinal flower Vibrating in mid air flowing into my brain…your words

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Another Rainy Day Poem Posted: 10/11/2009 9:57:12 AM
Rose and Devorah. You are beautiful. Just got home from my duty. His hospital bed is now in the living room. And he hasn't eaten in 3 days, he understands everything you say but his words are all jumbled and nobody can understand what he's saying, so you keep throwing out the angles until he nods his head yes. He's checking out now but still on that strange schedule of waking at three. I had my nurse sister Nancy with me last night and she does all those little things that a good nurse and a good woman gives. That special touch when she rubs his forehead or scratches his cheeks, adjust the pillow just right, moves him cause of the bed sores, and all those other little things. Now, she stayed up till 1am and then he finally slept. I don't quite know all the little tricks of the trade to ease his physical pain but I'm pretty good at easing the pain in his mind. And although he talks in tonques like morphine dreams of things we can't see for some reason I can see in his eyes if he's asking for help or just talking about things. I fell asleep on the couch at 11 and sure enough he was up at three and talking out loud of his dreams, once in a while a complete clears sentence comes up. I heard him say hurry up and finished that ditch, cause he knows I'm digging 400 ft of ditch 3' deep and running electric to my pole barn and a underground waterline to a faucet out to my garden. So here's this man on his death bed still thinking about his son. So I stayed up all night with him, mostly just saying yup and cracking jokes. I played "Da Lovely" sountrack of Cole Porter tunes on his Bose radio, one of his favorites and his eyes so wide like a child staring at the ceiling as he was living in the beautiful lyrics and melodies. And I got a lot of smiles from my wisecracks with him. Just because someones dying don't mean you should feel sorry for them. Feel happy if you believe and I do. Well, finally at 11:30 dis morn I got relief from another brother and sister and I left cause I got 5 lawns to mow (frigging storms and rains) and I got to finish the trench. I feel so happy, cause he's gonna check out soon and he promised me after he goes that when he's up there to help me make the right decisions and send me a real pretty angel, but one that lives on earth. And Rose and Devora I already have that with you but got to find one that I can touch. Peace and Happy Thanksgiving Canada.

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Another Rainy Day Poem Posted: 10/9/2009 7:41:32 PM
When I was a kid my Dad was very tough on some of us older kids He put me through a lot of test that were rough At 6 I shagged golf balls for him and his friends at the driving range And when they offered me money for two hours of picking up bags of balls He made me refuse because it was my duty to help the ederly One Saturday at noon he fried a big burger And he liked a big slice of onion on it I was hanging around to eat the crumbs of meat he left on the plate He looked at me and offered me 50 cents to eat a whole spanish onion raw I ate that onion for the money and to show him how tough I was No complaints because that just the way it was To him there was no free ride Well now he's putting us all to the test He was pronounced dead in November But he's too tough to die and for some reason he wakes up at 3 am And wants us to sit up and talk with him, maybe have coffee Lately he has been getting agitated cause he been a long time on pain meds And he complains when we wipe the shit off his ass So I look at my older brother John, he nods and i grab a shot of morphine I'll be dammed if I'm going to stay up all night I've got a business to run, so he sleeps and then in the morn around 9 he wakes up For a couple hours drinking coffee. Of course you have to hold the cup But he apologises and tells us we are the best sons in the world And all of us are under tremendous strain cause my mom has also broke down We don't have the money to hire caregivers and he wants to die at home But that son of a ****, is beyond human and got us out of jams for 62 years When I lost my license he got up at 4 am to take me too my job at UPS And he worked 12 hours days, and helped all the kids Sometimes he wouldn't go to sleep for days And when I got a job at the grocery store He changed where he shopped And he never missed a track meet I was in And it was the same with all my brothers and sisters He watched over us all, For the first 20 years of his life he was an alcoholic and did us wrong But then he quit drinking, strapped in a hospital bed He then found God and went two church every morn for two years before work To get the strength to not let the boose lead him astray For he was a high class salesman, and he had to take executives To the finest nightclubs, and Joe Louis fights and racetracks and golfed every day He was the greatest salesman for Sun chemical and he started at the bottom mixing inks But the pressure of a salesman are unbelievable and he never drank a drop But still had to be the charm, the kind of guy who would stand by and watch your back And for the next 40 years his goal in life was to undue the cruelty he inflicted on us And that's why he is the greatest man I've ever met in my life He dedicated his whole life to us kids But he wouldn't be nothing without Mom cause she managed the fort And she treated him like a king, but she was pretty tough herself So now he's putting us through the test. But he sacrificed his life for us every day for 62 years so really watching him for one day of the week is small And we complain on how hard it is and we console one another But the end is near and we can go back to our structured little lives But all of us will grow from this test of his on unconditional love And we can hold our head up high as we walk down the street Just to let him know that were that much closer to hear the hymn in his heart

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Another Rainy Day Poem Posted: 10/9/2009 3:34:47 PM
The Plan, The Shovel, The Man What can be said of this old man Who's deformed bones lay In his own dug grave With sweat mixed in the mud and clay He thought one day A life of hard work will surely pay And no help but that of his pick and shovel The trench he dug to drain his land To plant some food was his plan But hunger and age weakened the man The pain was constant like hourglass sand Through pouring rains and howling winds His will was strong but in the end As the last drop of sweat Dripped off his nose into the bottom of the pit He fell in and died trying to get out of it He lay there now and all pain Has gone away, his land now drains A year later a tomato grows in the rain The shovel, the man and the plan is done And the fruit ripens under golden sun

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Rainy Day Poem Posted: 10/9/2009 3:31:43 PM
Compassion True compassion has a sound to it That can crack a wall of granite And seeping out of the hardened vein Bleeding a warm release of tearing pain Flowing down soothing the stones face Like grace filling an empty vase And the hardest strongest walls of defiance Stone cold self-reliance Open like baby’s hands of empathy As waterfalls pours into a pool of sympathy The mountain now has a face that’s pure And has grown a lake that has become a mirror For those that drink and bath and all who stop by See the grandest sight in the truth filled sky

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Thanks guys Posted: 10/3/2009 9:05:54 AM
For stopping by and dropping off your poetry. Makes my heart warm.

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Maria Posted: 10/3/2009 9:00:47 AM
Maria He don’t want to love you baby Just wants to be your friend He is not ready to take a fall But is willing to be your spring Your too pretty an oh by the way He understands you completely You’re too lovely to be boxed in And wrapped with bows and ribbons He just wants to be your friend Someone who has nothing to give But a hand, his shoulders, his arms His heart and truth that might hurt But takes away all your pain He don’t want to feel all needy And get greedy for your love For you’re too lovely kitten And you know it and quite a few are smitten They knock at your door But you don’t let them in Lonely you are Although you have your needs And you do have your special friends I guess he is not ready to be one of them You and him have come close and the more He stands afar the harder you try He knows it makes you wonder why Cause no man has refused Your Spanish beauty But he has got a secret And you don’t know him well enough yet So babes he hates to see you every week With your hair done up in a different way And your phone calls out of the blue And yet he doesn’t seem to be falling for you But you’re so wrong he loves you Just that he once lived a careless life And now he has got to pay and his heart is locked in strife So he is gonna play it cool You got to admit, he is up front And playing no game Like most everyone Your been kicked down like a fool But believe me in this little rhyme Everything in it’s own time

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Life As A Kid Posted: 10/1/2009 7:45:08 PM
Life of a Kid I was sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop When the train rumbled on by It was at the cherry outer And the ground was quaking and shaking But then I tasted the first hint of chocolate caramel And then I got to chewing the soft center Mixed in with some hard splinters of cherry What a day, The train was long gone But now I was tonguing the stick Cause I had to unroll it And make a little flag And I peeled it diagonally Till it opened like fresh butterfly wings And now I had a secret message of blank paper That I stuck in my jeans pocket And I walked for miles on my railroad track On that hot day in July Poppin tar bubbles With my Red Ball sneakers And all around in the swamps, The meadows and the forest Were all my friends I sat on a bridge for a while got a safety pin And some fishing line out of my pocket Chewed on a piece of tar and made a nice sinker And I caught a mess of chubs and suckers On crickets and worms that you could find just about anywhere As the afternoon waned toward dinner I walked through a field home And checked my snake boards that I scattered hear and there For a good Dekay snake got me 50 cents A three foot Garter bought in a dollar And got 3 dollars for a Hognose And 5 bucks for a Blue Racer But I never sold a Blue Racer That the owner kept for over a day Cause 5 snake bites in the head And that snake was on its way And the dinner bell rang Man I was hungry after all that work

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Thanks JuJu for your beating heart Posted: 9/27/2009 9:36:41 PM
You can chew on life with a platter of plans Life can chew you up if you heap your plate with nothing that matters So be sure to pick and choose And patience in the savored seasons For surely that which brings joy arrives In a fashion, unsurprised in relaxed passion like little waves that lap at the sides of a little boat under the newness of the day with turtles lined on the logs and hidden in the rushes deep is the sound of a bullfrog as summer sky lingers on the water as you row and drift every now and then You'll know like the wading herons know, the turtles know, the bullfrogs know The bluegills that swim in the waters know The sky knows and the oars that you push and pull knows Of nothing that matters but all that matters In the choppy waters of life

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I Don't Want The Top Of The Mountain Posted: 9/21/2009 4:10:08 PM
So right you are Hummingbird Dancing. I once found joy at a bustop where a bum slept against a tall brick building. Something of the shadows of the sun as they warmed the ol Chicago bricks of this busy street in the heart of the city. Waiting for the bus, full of joy as I saw inside the minds of all the passerbys'. And for some odd reason, I felt like I was in wonderland of reality and the storied souls that lingered amidst the tall buildings of history of the greatness of humanity.....Weird shyt I know..... And Tranquil Rose is a Godsend from the first time she has posted on my site. And THAT POEM has circulated amongst our family and the meaning is finally sinking in and I won't let, refuse to let, people caught up in their ego's to not see how ill out mother is. And I remind them constantly to kiss her on the forehead every time you go over there. Rub her back. Wait on her. Make a special dish for her. BECAUSE for this simple fact alone. Without her we would not even be! Thanks for stopping by and sharing words of wisdom and Dev. Hey you, ya know I think your the greatest. Grand good evenin to ya all.

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I Don't Want The Top Of The Mountain Posted: 9/18/2009 4:50:58 AM
I don't want sit on top of a mountain For the rain clouds obscure my view Of the floods in the valley below Give me a shovel, let me dig a trench Or fill a sandbag, with those filled with sorrow For in their eyes, is a mountain of courage and love And in their crying sweat of life and death I find the universe that all share with heavenly breath *poem before should read 40 years ago, not 5o. Thinking hasn't been real clear lately.

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Short Poem ( I guess} Posted: 9/18/2009 4:29:46 AM
Thanks Dev, You might be right for Dad is needing his diapers changed at night and there are only 7 of us that take care of him. Someone ripped off his meds and a few thousand dollars. Family or not, the next time they get caught they going to jail. And mom hasn't seen the light of day in 4 months , just lays in bed all day with manic depression, dementia, and caregiver burnout. All we've got is the 7 of us to get us through. And I traced the phone call, and it was from a Vietnam friend of almost 50 years ago who I haven't seen since. Must be something to what yu say. Any way, I hope your day is ripe, sweet and delicious, like a peach in the Georgia sun...

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Will we wake up to a new dawn Posted: 9/18/2009 3:48:00 AM
Will today be the day That you get something done That's meaningful To know one But you Will this be the dawn Of a ripe peach in the Georgia sun Will this be the morn That love enters without scorn? Will this be the day A little spotted fawn Is born in the dew filled chilled dawn

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 9/14/2009 4:06:02 PM
Sorry Rose, I get angry some times. Religion is good, but I grew up in a time, that it was beat into me. And I've met some true Christians who inspired me to live a life of virtue. But, I've also seen the other side of quote quote Christians and the hypocracy was murderous in obsession of right verses wrong. Sorry to leave such anger on your thread. Peace... Tom

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 9/14/2009 3:27:46 PM
Had a worker in my truck the other day He's an elder in Jehovah Witness Anyway he's my trimmer man on Tuesdays and Fridays when I mow the lawn Now I've know this man my whole life And I asked him why Jehovah's Witness don't allow smokers His answers was that it was against God's wishes to defile the body Well this man is a junkie and he starts ever day with a Dilaudid and Vicoden And I said what the fvck is that bullshit you say about difiling the body And I've known him all my life And he has a torn screen where his cat's come and go And the other day a racoon got caught in his live trap in the garage He got his neighbor and rationalizing the idea of racoons entering his home And of course the rabies that they sometimes carry Well they got a pitch fork and started jabbing at it for around 10 minutes The horror, the terror, the madness, the pain, the screaming, the hissing Of this racoon in a live cage. They couldn't kill cause the forks weren't long enough to penetrate the side welds. So they dragged the blood smeared cage into a garbage can and then through one of them poisen smoke grenade, you know the kind you throw in the tunnel. Well finally after 5 minutes he suffucated and died Now I said why not just take him out to the game preserve 3 miles away and realease him in the wild. Oh he said he would probably just end up in another neighborhood terrorizing some poor human. Well, I can't begin to tell you the Cardinal sin of rage surged in every nerve "So you had to fvcking torture the coon locked in a cage. Two big 50 year old men." And then he quoted some scripture that I heard again and again my whole life "God gave man dominion over the animals" Whoa now, you are really talking some shit. You knowledge doesn't even let your eyes see the torture on this coon....Now, I'm in some deep cardinal sin now. And to top it off he quoted some passage of David fighting a Lion. That's when I dropped him off. I ain't no animal rights activist but I'll be dammed at the fears of man and the unknown nature of other things. That's the last time I pick him up, but maybe I'll go out and catch a blue racer in a pillow case and drop it off in his home. I won't do that of course but I tell ya, the thought crossed my mind.

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Msg: 546 (view)

Life is Complicated Posted: 9/12/2009 6:04:51 AM
Life is complicated Everyone has their agendas Life can be so frustrating With so many opposing views Love torn apart Families worn away Like torn blue jeans Nobody’s in style Lives moving in different directions And everyone’s map is a lie When there is only one path One way…your way Deaf ears without feelin Apart and depart From crossings in your road Everybody carrying their own load Not seeing the weight on others backs Vision seein straight ahead Ignoring the pain on the sidelines Feeling you’re so right And the nights are so long When everyone is wrong Except you And there’s no need for compromise But collusion is in short supply And people quit trying And they’re dying Make no mistake about it Life is complicated But moments lost are lost forever No second chance for learning lessons in life My God, people realize Blessings are eternity’s fate It’s not to late To understand That people land Goes round and round We all see the sun and moon Hold back your predisposed feelings For you might be all wrong And we can look in each other’s eyes No lies, no disguise No judgments as you walk away And say there just plain crazy Please, I beg you to think again and again Right or wrong, wisdom will begin Life is complicated And some just plain intimidate Those fools skate on thin ice And no one gonna save their drowning ass Let them freeze with their hatred disease But life is so complicated And you got to hold your ground Cause truth is loud and always wins But only when you listen The answers don’t always come from within Until our hearts let them in

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Msg: 545 (view)

Last Night in Florence Posted: 9/12/2009 6:02:01 AM
Thanks Dannyboy, that's a subtle pallette of colors you paint.

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Msg: 983 (view)

Snapshots; Sept. 9, 2009 Posted: 9/9/2009 8:27:21 PM
Saw a butt hat yesterday from a gal bending over the trunk of her car. Dam, the sun hit the spot and the picture was better than the Mona Lisa. And I'm not much into tatoo's but I couldn't look away. I was trying to find ther mystery of the smile. Love your rambling observations Jer.

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Msg: 364 (view)

Paren-tales Posted: 9/9/2009 8:20:37 PM
Once a week for 60 years, my Dad took my Mom out. Usually on Friday night. No kids. Not counting vacations. He told me that was his secret for staying in love. That generation, and the generations before really knew what it was all about....Enjoy your writes... T

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Msg: 978 (view)

Bizarre Lyrics INC. Posted: 9/9/2009 8:13:34 PM
A friend of mine kept a lead bar in his bedpost behind the wall at Jackson Funny how all his front teeth were knocked out at the age of 18 By his ol man who didn't drink, was a drill sergeant in the army And this is just an informal survey that I've gathered over the years But 90 % of all violent predators duin long time Got beat early and often by some male posing as a father Or caregiver, and very few rise above the scars Just a thought...that's all....good stuff

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Msg: 1174 (view)

I can be Posted: 9/9/2009 8:03:12 PM
Sorry Grizz for your loss....

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Msg: 3 (view)

Innocence Posted: 9/9/2009 8:00:33 PM
Real nice. What touch.

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Msg: 543 (view)

September Fields of Hoppers Posted: 9/7/2009 8:24:11 PM
The grasshoppers are thick in the fields Even the tiny leafhoppers spring forth in the height of their life And the common green tiger striped head grasshopper Are chewing on the wild grasses Spitting drops of cud on your no brown stained white t-shirt But I follow the big brown ones with the fan wings Tinged with tan on the edges And they always seem to live on the edge Of your quietly sneaking sneakers And just when you think you’ve caught them in your closed fist They already flown and landed 20 feet away What a clever game they play against the fast of feet But their senses are so attuned to the fast life they live And those that follow and prey on them They become oblivious to where they land Sometimes they land right next to a pretty orange brown rock And before they even have a chance to see how far back their pursuer are A strange long bony neck pops out of the rock And in a split second they are gobbled And crunched and chewed up by the slowest of the slow Who really seems to enjoy the flavor of this meaty meal And relishes in the fact that often joy comes to those who wait And after the main dish, they slumber along to eat a few blackberries for desert

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Msg: 8456 (view)

Liked your song. Here's one for Nicole ...unfinished Posted: 9/4/2009 9:13:38 PM
Song For Nicole Nicole…my green-eyed soul Your face, my companion No longer alone Lonely gone…forever young My friend…my lover My beginning…my end Our dream has just… begun Nicole…my green-eyed soul Your face, my companion No longer alone Lonely gone…forever young My friend…my lover My beginning…my end Our dream has just… begun Now, when the blue waters calm And the only sound Are ripples creating memories Drifting with ease In the sky above Floating melodies Of love Nicole…You’re my green-eyed soul Your face, my companion Lonely gone…forever young *unfinished

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Msg: 8454 (view)

You're The Top....Cole Porter Posted: 9/4/2009 8:00:50 PM
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed, I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you How great you are. You're the top! You're the Coliseum. You're the top! You're the Louver Museum. You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tower of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine, And I can feel after every line A thrill divine Down my spine. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But I got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add; You're the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi. You're the top! You're Napoleon Brandy. You're the purple light Of a summer night in Spain, You're the National Gallery You're Garbo's salary, You're cellophane. You're sublime, You're turkey dinner, You're the time, the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're an arrow collar You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar, You're the nimble tread Of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama! You're Camembert. You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nose On the great Durante. I'm just in a way, As the French would say, "de trop". But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you, Simply too, too, too diveen, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelly! You're Ovaltine! You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae West's shoulder, I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Or GOP! But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're the boats that glide On the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're broccoli! You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants, on a Roxy usher, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!

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