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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 603
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an owl finds her way
through the night.
she settles down somewhere
on a fir branch
that she knows well.
her head spinning
she waits for his song.
it arrives for us all.
she replies once, twice.
they call back and forth.
their discussion
the sounds
of owls,
heard over the years,
that awaken inside me.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 608
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Posted: 5/20/2009 5:08:48 AM
a reflection of life as of yet.... on the internet...

i let go of you
and melt back into me
having never lost me
but found a friend

Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 610
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Posted: 5/20/2009 10:58:18 AM
each pill dropped into the pond
aimed at your own apparition
each needle dipped in your blood
for fleeting ease of the affliction
each ripple's radius reaching
far beyond your own hurtful self
your mom is done with her teaching
your picture's removed from her shelf
your innocence long ago wasted away
your fight since turned into fright
ever more blinded by light of day
desiring the darkness of night
words ringing shallow, lies masking lies
a descent into the lonely abyss
the rat roots in garbage while the white dove flies
in search of their own forms of bliss
a love newly formed and taking strong hold
white wedding stained by tears
and the blood of a blood running foul and cold
and words aimed like poison tipped spears
we wish you peace from the torment within
for yours and all of our sakes
and freedom from all your lies and your spin
and comprehension of what is at stake
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 613
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Posted: 5/21/2009 4:20:40 AM
^this is so beautifully written, rosie....
thank you for sharing with utter honesty....
i also see the 'surreality'
at work caring for many
with alzheimers.......
no, they are not my granny
in reality, though some feel
like they could be.....
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 615
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Posted: 5/24/2009 7:41:01 PM
my legs hurt, one
folded in strange ways
in a high school football game,
one arguing with the mud
and cedar roots and rocks
on a cascade mountain trail.

in 1992 i had triple by-pass surgery.
i asked smitty, the surgeon,
how it went, the surgery.
he replied "i fixed you."
"can i climb mount baker?"
"i fixed you." doubtful, i asked
smitty, "how long
can i climb mount baker?"
"10 years." "then what?"
"we'll see." smitty retired.

2 weeks ago i got gout.
"what the hell is gout?"
crystals with a zillion needles
making a home
below my big toe.
swelling, pain, flesh
the color of pick grapefruit.

i love being old because
i'm living life simply, peacefully,
with love. because i live
simply, peacefully, with love
who gives a damn about
the other stuff.
i cherish my body.
my body cherishes me.
we do the best we can
until we can't anymore.
smitty fixed me.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 625
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Posted: 5/31/2009 12:38:05 PM
sitting in silence
staring into the the trees
the branches nodding
in s soft breeze
and under the sudden weight
of a robin searching.
all of nature waits
for hours accumulated into days
and years. all of nature
quickly reaches for nourishment
or accepts the wind
and the weight of searching birds
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 633
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Posted: 6/6/2009 5:33:24 PM
through my open window
i can hear and feel the sea,
gentle this evening, pausing.
she will recover as she always does
and return, with pulses, in the strait.

death floats around me this evening,
passages, some quiet, some loud,
all mindful. raymond carver, dead at
age 50, from smoking, not from
his whiskey. timothy, happily
riding the horse, falling, kicking up dust,
a kick in the head. bruce, just tired,
saying good-bye. through my open window,
hearing the sea, licking at the eastern beaches,
without a thought, dancing with the moon.
Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 644
Lower Learning
Posted: 6/14/2009 5:13:14 PM
The post modernists suggest it may rain only in my mind
Under sodden newspaper umbrella
I’d ask the guy running for the bus his opinion
But what weight could be attached to the word of such a similarly
Dubious character

This corner of the station provides a fine perspective from which to study Compelling illusion
Without Hollywood faces
So seemingly real are the troubled actors in this grainy
Weeknight drama

One can only speculate what furrows the brows of those who mark each moment between Now and departure
But methinks it not precious metal futures
Or how first quarter earnings can be reconciled with
Investor expectations.

That the ashen young lady in the opposite corner has been called to mom’s bedside
Wouldn’t surprise
Nor would the knowledge that the trip has been financed
At the expense of a decent washing machine - snow tires or a child’s
Guitar lessons

Despite attempts to set the cast back to back
Liberated by the knowledge
They will never meet again
From lips long trained in censure truth is softly traded over
Commercial tile

Aimed at less noble human attributes
Institutional chemicals
Can’t mask the smell of authenticity in this public space
Where without ticket I witness the heartfelt theatre that makes folly of
Popular philosophy
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 648
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Posted: 6/16/2009 10:21:59 AM
this is written beautifully
sharing an essential part of your journey...
your spirit speaking so clearly

Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 653
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Posted: 6/19/2009 2:56:07 AM
looking at me
your head resting
leaning gently
i see the face of a boy
in a grown man
sleepy but happy

Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 658
this i know to be true...
Posted: 6/21/2009 8:42:10 AM
i have brown tint photos of my dad
standing with his teammates, wearing
high school baseball & basketball uniforms.
he's smiling in both photos
his feet spread into strength,
his hands gathered behind him
the innocence on his face i knew
when he played baseball with us,
bat in hand, driving ball and ball
deep into the outfield for us
to learn about the arc of things,
the preparation for things that arrive
from out of the sky, the preparation
of our bodies to reply to situations,
complex sometimes, simple sometimes,
after the catch, what to do with whatever
life gives us when we're surrounded
by other people doing the same thing.

dad played sports and life well
and he showed me how to drive the ball
wherever they ain't. breath deep, he'd say,
and know where everything around you is.
he had a fancy, complicated camera
and a dark room. he gave up his darkroom
so that i could have a quiet place to study.
he played the trombone well and became
casual friends with the bandleader les elgart.
when les and his band came to town each summer
to play outdoors on a terraced dance floor
above a deepwater quarrey with brilliant white rafts
he and dad would talk and laugh
during breaks when the musicians
could circle around the white pavilion and lite up.
when they'd finish for the evening the band would
go to a cheap hotel while les and dad would go
to the green derby to drink coffee and laugh
and talk until the sun rose softly through factory smoke.

dad saw me as a gift to him
and i see him the same way.
thanks dad.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 660
this i know to be true...
Posted: 6/21/2009 9:54:35 PM
thank you, rosie.
can be deep
like ice rivers
in canyons
to find
the skagit flats
and lose themselves
in the sea.
god damn,
the sea
deserves herself,
to be uncertain
when she wants,
to fall pointlessly
on gravel beaches.
we all have life
and we waste it
with our minds.
my body
loves your body,
the sea loves
the lummi island beaches.
i kiss her
as she touches me.
we smile,
breathe deeply,
and walk towards
the edge.
Joined: 6/17/2009
Msg: 661
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Posted: 6/21/2009 11:42:49 PM
when i think about my life
and this past year
it was in a place
any american wold fear
getting attacked
from all angles
not knowing whos bad
or who are my guairdian angles
by the grace of god
i made it home
and can tell my story
for all to know
some wernt so lucky
lost some guys
when i think about the memories
it makes me cry
but i know
they were willing to die
so dont say this war
is over nothin
rest in peace paul and justin

iraq 2008
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 663
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Posted: 6/22/2009 5:28:34 AM
i can see
as you kiss her head softly
there is one kissing yours too
and one kissing theirs
and on and on....
so many
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 664
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Posted: 6/22/2009 10:37:24 AM
"in the end the only events in my life worth telling are those when the imperishable world irrupted into this transitory one. that is why i speak chiefly of inner experiences, amongst which i include my dreams and visions." ..... carl jung

dreams and visions
are a poet's life,
the imperishable world
is non-existent
except in dreams
and visions. transitory lives
gathered in the warm hands of love,
cherry lips touching white hair.
kisses tell stories
about our transitory lives.
if all else disappears
let's tell stories with our lips.
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 665
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Posted: 6/22/2009 3:23:05 PM


sometimes I want to choke a poet to death because
life can't be expressed and limited to creeping words on
temporary pages

sometimes I want to start screaming and never stop because
this experience can't be explained by trite

sometimes I almost feel like everything might someday be

Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 668
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Posted: 6/24/2009 1:05:38 PM
Briefly unshackled we will go north from this place
Leaving grief and despair to spoil in the desert
Relentlessly churning out mutilated psyches
The machine will not rest in our absence
Nor will the monsters that gather next the outflow
Preying at will on the pseudo-survivors
Who struggle to stand, feel and breathe

Yet given nowhere near all can be saved
We won’t torture ourselves in the moment
For the full measure of our strength will be required
To pull even one from the blackness
Without respite from the tide
We may ourselves be swept away
By the undertow of inhumanity

So we might return fully armed to do battle with the beast
Let us go north from this place
Leaving grief and despair to spoil in the desert
Let wounds heal in the shadow of new mountains
Let poison leach from the soul
Walk away from all sorrow
And commune with the gifts born of love
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 670
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Posted: 6/24/2009 10:37:40 PM
Punchin' the Clock...

Alaska has bruised me with
All of the north
And I find comfort in not
Being there like I
Imagine the comfort of

To go north is not a
Requirement by any means
But it helps

The charity of wednesdays morality
Challenged in intent and
All the while unwinding
In sense and
Becomes quickly
Amidst the

Can people used to

In the eyes of a
Bear there is no respite
But nations of hopefulness
In a perfect remembrance
A complete semblance
Of you and

Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 675
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Posted: 6/27/2009 9:35:46 AM
to love and to be loved
is our universal role
we are one
I have no business with any attitude
other than love
live, love, laugh
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 677
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Posted: 6/28/2009 12:32:39 AM
Rule 62
Don't take ourselves too seriously
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 678
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Posted: 6/28/2009 3:17:02 AM
love potion....
take all the hearts
your thoughts can hold
read them beautiful sonnets
and play them glorious minuets
on exquisite flutes of gold......
you will see with such beauty
love will sprout spontaneously
in our mind, our heart,
our soul and our body
lifting our vision fully
so love will finally
flow freely and
be felt for all
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 680
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Posted: 6/28/2009 7:31:13 PM
thoughts leading up to an orgasm

there are flecks in your eyes like
intrusions in quartz crystal
infusions of trapped
waiting to

there are scars deep inside
me that your love can't

there was a small bird this morning
who tilted his little head and looked at me

there are places within me like chambers in a cave
vaulted ceilings in a towering cathedral
the abyss of the sea

there was a time when I loved you more than I
could love myself

there is a place somewhere
of daunting possibilities where
we can

Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 682
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Posted: 6/29/2009 8:20:28 AM
this area is used for words
words are symbols
life exists regardless of words
life can be flooded through
with joy and gladness
faith brings realization of hopes
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 683
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Posted: 6/29/2009 7:15:59 PM
wonderful walk
took paths where I have not yet been
summer weather so soft
seeing the delights
purple lilies
rose buds
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 686
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Posted: 6/30/2009 10:00:56 PM
*~rose~* the images you share are special and human ... thank you

the childlike spirit of trust

trust and calm
in the midst of the storms of life
a child in faith and hope
calm faith in the goodness and purpose of the universe
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