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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 376
snapshots: 20Oct08Page 16 of 52    (12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52)
Rounding the corner
I catch sight of a twisted scrap of a man,
swivelling on one crutch,
eyes wild with incomprehension,
beseeching,
his tongue flicking out
rapidly, repeatedly
as if in search for words
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 377
snapshots: 20Oct08
Posted: 10/21/2008 11:59:43 PM
He walked within himself
Arm swinging, miles to go
Eyes averted, not his.
he had miles to go
One mission accomplished
Home , arm swinging and churning
Feet walking, nothing was sense
Heart still thudding, mind mercifully gone.

I remember this individual walking along a Northern Ontario Highway often, heading home to his reservation on Lake Superior. Never forgot him.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 378
snapshots: 20Oct08
Posted: 10/22/2008 4:07:23 AM

I remember this individual walking along a Northern Ontario Highway often, heading home to his reservation on Lake Superior. Never forgot him.


Sometimes it's as if at least one person noticed them, really noticed them, they might not exist! We're all potential witnesses, aren't we?
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 379
snapshots: 20Oct08
Posted: 10/22/2008 8:41:43 AM
the cats had their claws barely sheathed
when the sexy woman was present
they smiled with fanged teeth and blank eyes
taking lists they would later shred
in effigy

her cloths far too tight, lush curves
unfair blue eyes, long brown hair
the sin that their men were attracted
a succubus, the harpy's cried
how dare she

the men paid nothing for the crime
urban sophistication rules
glues thin masks to angry faces
rejecting beautiful sisters
the lonely ones
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 380
snapshots: 20Oct08
Posted: 10/22/2008 9:29:49 AM
I especially like these strong lines:


thin masks to angry faces
rejecting beautiful sisters
the lonely ones


with that sad, orphan-like last one!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 381
snapshots: 23Oct08
Posted: 10/23/2008 6:40:11 AM
Luke, with his large,
good-humoured face and shiny head
without a hair north of his eye-brows,
sits across the table from Julie,
a girl still shrugging the mantle
of womanhood across her slender shoulders,
the two of them in the sixth year
of their second-date conversation
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 382
snapshots: 23Oct08
Posted: 10/23/2008 11:13:06 PM
Julie can swallow life whole
Into her swinging interior
Luke is a light meal
Womanhood a dark force
inviting blood related disorders.

Luke placed his cup squarely
on gravity, stood easily,
left queasily, Julie his intoxicatant
A trap, did he own up now?
Luke's tender approach is sound.


specific, not general. Smile.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 383
snapshots: 23Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 4:53:26 AM

Julie can swallow life whole
Into her swinging interior
Luke is a light meal
Womanhood a dark force
inviting blood related disorders.

Luke placed his cup squarely
on gravity, stood easily,
left queasily, Julie his intoxicatant
A trap, did he own up now?
Luke's tender approach is sound.



I LOVE it that you presented your own view of this couple and but that I'm prohibited from starting any more new threads, I'd invite others to start with my snapshot and present their variants of it. (In fact, if you want to cut & paste my snapshot as well as your own and start a thread inviting others to offer their variations, PLEASE go right ahead!)

Even though I began with the flesh and blood Luke & Julie whom I see from time to time at the cafe, no doubt I projected something of my interior life on to them, whereas with only my snapshot to go on, your version is more from your own interior scenario. And an interesting one indeed!!!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 384
snapshots: 23Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 5:58:05 AM
Sorry. double post
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 385
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 12:46:42 PM
A young woman walks by,
her cheek pressed against her cell-phone
as if it were the chest
of her beloved
 whats_in_a_name...
Joined: 9/29/2008
Msg: 386
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 1:05:33 PM
He speaks of appointments,
and the market, but truly, he listens...
for the essence of her that graces
his pillow as he watches her sleep.

(Perhaps you will allow me to indulge a romantic ear? It's what I heard when I read your verse above) smiles... beautiful
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 387
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 1:36:43 PM

He speaks of appointments,
and the market, but truly, he listens...
for the essence of her that graces
his pillow as he watches her sleep.


Perhaps YOU will allow me to wonder why you need my permission to post such a beautifully provocative sequel to my snapshot?
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 388
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snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 1:49:06 PM
as you wrote and what came to me.....

A young woman walks by,
her cheek pressed against her cell-phone
as if it were the chest
of her beloved

A young man is shot
barely holding the phone with his neck
he is stationed in Iraq
talking to his beloved
 whats_in_a_name...
Joined: 9/29/2008
Msg: 389
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 1:49:25 PM
lol...point taken... a query non sequitur
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 390
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/24/2008 2:28:55 PM
A young man is shot
barely holding the phone with his neck
he is stationed in Iraq
talking to his beloved

Thanks for this!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 391
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/25/2008 9:23:56 PM
A. how do you "cut and paste" and I think I can figure out how to start a new thread, but how do you put this altogether? Have patience for luddites.

Beloved, my whisper
will not be your last
it may be the first
So I pass, you live.
let not this brief love
become your last.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 392
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History
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/26/2008 3:05:09 PM
OK so whatcha do...

highlite what you want to copy by right clicking and dragging on the text
then press Ctrl c together
this will copy the text
then
press [
then type quote
then press]
then press Ctrl v together
the text should appear
then press[
then/
then type quote
then]
.....do not use the space bar

et voila

xo
c
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 393
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snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/26/2008 5:38:10 PM
You sat there
nursing your Double Double
as I watched from across the way
discreetly of course
after all
a man and their coffee
sacrosanct
I had foregone my usual doughnut
wanting to make a good impression
should we speak
When your cell phone rang
it was like a cacophony
despite your lightening reflexes
to stem the tide of "techno"
So, out of the corner of my eye
I watched
I waited
I anticipated the eventual
and I was not disappointed
Your face crumpled
eyes brimming
how, I thought
could another
hurt you so?
How could I reach out
let you know
I would be your anchor
your staff
your everything.
As the door blew open
caught by more than a breeze
you came alive
stood and held arms wide
arms that soon were filled with her
dark hair like a curtain
lips red eyes blue
you
saw right through me
and mouthed...
"I love you"
while gazing in wonderment
at the positive
"Clear Blue'




Yup, want a grand child!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 394
snapshots: 24Oct08
Posted: 10/26/2008 8:20:15 PM
Thank-you Pickles 51. Got to highlight and then...good poem...red lips, blue eyes. Yep.

I have loved men
yet, I have loved truth also.
men often were not truth
nor I, fingers running a building
star pulsing, look up, forward
corner...star supposedly spoke
forward never backward, learn
carefully, live brave.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 395
truths be known
Posted: 10/31/2008 10:34:26 PM
A. are you o.k.?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 396
Snapshots: 05Nov08
Posted: 11/5/2008 1:22:17 PM
A girl, as thin
as a wafer, goes by
in one direction, followed,
in the other, by a Khassid,
as shapeless as a pile
of freshly-washed black linen
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 397
odes of old
Posted: 11/9/2008 11:38:13 PM
No passing of ships in the night
Avanti! each wave of life
Invites you, the other
We pass, we frequently
see only the tip...your nose
no, mine, give back that moment
back up, stand still, let me examine
your fine and dandy institution, no!
your finely tapered constitution
yes, crepey, wizened cottonwood
sulking, silent in my yard jars meself
Will not know you, impossible
each grain of salt dropping
will never account for lacking.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 398
odes of old
Posted: 11/10/2008 3:54:00 AM
Many thanks, Floridawolf and 6Oto 7O.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 399
odes of old
Posted: 11/13/2008 12:10:29 AM
Old man, this frankly old man
Understood far away constellations
also nearby frustrations
Look further than his bent limp
Here are his sweet, caring eyes.
Determined, measured, freely
offered demonstrations of a history
full, heavy, solid, musical, sometimes cruel
understood and waiting
to be held close to you, close to all
should he disappear as all do
the loss will not sting, will not mark
each spot he strode, then you are there
Do not gasp! do not sigh meaningfully
Measure now, measure here, measure lovingly.

this also includes women
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 400
odes of old
Posted: 11/13/2008 3:26:51 AM
I kind of gasped throughout this at the novelty of this point of view and as someone who is grappling with the unwelcome truth of my own age I worried most of the way through it... but need not have done so given your enlightened point of view. These lines especially moved me:



Here are his sweet, caring eyes...
full, heavy, solid, musical, sometimes cruel


and



Measure now, measure here, measure lovingly.
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