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 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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her roots grip the earth
like an eagle's talons
tearing into the essence of being
heart pulsing exposed
to a sun never shaded
she grows inside me
a euphoric cancer
weighing me to the ground
lifting me above canopy
she venerable
he vulnerable
venus pushes the plow
as tears dry
into crystalline cubes
in the warmth
of sun on earth
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 602
Snapshot June 30, 2009
Posted: 7/1/2009 1:37:55 AM
They were small parts of my history
just simple girls singing cowboy songs
but they made her feel empowered
they kinda gave her wings
they sung their hearts out and I didn't have enough blank CDs to burn them into her forever
but I listened when I had not listened before
she taught me to wait for something special
be aware when those songs would be enough
to make her fly and why
I gave my best to those songs and realized that they couldn't stay in key.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 603
Snapshot June 30, 2009
Posted: 7/5/2009 7:12:51 AM
Iceaxe, Intenzity: Thank you for these additions to this thread.

Jer
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 604
The stones of old Jerusalem
Posted: 7/6/2009 6:47:15 AM
Any one of the stones of old Jerusalem
could crush a man or woman
far sturdier than you or me,
a family, an army, a nation,
an ideal.

If I forget thee, Oh Jerusalem,
may I also forget the others
who coveted you as I once did, who offered
to trade their blood for mine,
for you.

Jerusalem!
Your cellars are awash in blood!
The blood of your worshippers
have thrice three times made your streets
unclean!

Nothing will remain, in the end, but memories:
the ancient enmities, the Covenant
between man and “God,” the rise
of the Christians and their defeat,
the Mohammedans...

Each left their markers, their portions
of holy real estate, blood,
in the end, more enduring than stone.

Jerusalem, somewhere between Golgotha
and a spiritual Disneyland,
where is enacted over and over again
the raising of the temple, its destruction,
the rebuilding of it, the second destruction,
the dispersion of its people...

In the end there is always the problem
of distinguishing the real
from the real estate.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 605
The stones of old Jerusalem
Posted: 7/8/2009 10:43:19 PM
I have wrapped my shawl..placed it tenderly
upon my bed, at the end, where the window
catches in my eye,( strong branch settles my view)
I will not attempt to glimpse the world beyond
My words , my thoughts, my seeing
sought soul, finding the crumbling edifice
of wordly real estate instead. Why this singe
of blackness on the frankness named Earth?
I will cease my weeping, then again..
unwrap my shawl, sleep, awake
seek the halleluiah.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 606
The stones of old Jerusalem
Posted: 7/9/2009 6:44:27 AM

I have wrapped my shawl..placed it tenderly
upon my bed, at the end, where the window
catches in my eye,( strong branch settles my view)
I will not attempt to glimpse the world beyond
My words , my thoughts, my seeing
sought soul, finding the crumbling edifice
of wordly real estate instead. Why this singe
of blackness on the frankness named Earth?
I will cease my weeping, then again..
unwrap my shawl, sleep, awake
seek the halleluiah.


How this appears to have just poured out of your good, open heart!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 607
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/10/2009 6:19:18 AM
I sit in the sunshine
that is practically liquid on my face
and think of the option I have
to not write a poem,
to let the day be, the traffic
rolling by, the two girls
with the amazingly long legs
seated behind me,
the hum of the unseen...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 608
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/11/2009 10:07:17 PM
when the earth wears summer
I gain security from the men, topless
chest bared bravely to the sun.
delicious and delectable are men
with naked chests working to complete
some latest project, I am so sorry
for men in suits. naked chests are the best
invitation to men.Suited men are formidable.

Like the principal in my last year of high school.
His wife left him.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 609
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/12/2009 4:37:26 AM

when the earth wears summer


and everything that follows it is so vivid, including of course that surprising, sad ending.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 610
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Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/12/2009 9:38:47 PM
Nasturtiums
peppery taste on the tongue
edible flowers
want some?
visit my garden
sit in the sun
hear the bees
happy in my pear tree
watch the grass grow
under your feet
rub the herbs between you fingers
sweet basil, parsley and thyme
rosemary, sage and marjoram
the dill ...seeded itself last year
now it's everywhere
strange growth beneath
the bird feeders
perhaps sprouted niger seeds...
glorious peonies
clematis and honeysuckle
the heady scent of roses
plump red tomatoes
ready for Caprese
sunflowers towering upwards
strawberries now eaten
sweet berry juices
running down your chin
Heaven.....
Can you come
next Sunday?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 611
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/13/2009 11:45:30 AM

Nasturtiums
peppery taste on the tongue
edible flowers
want some?
visit my garden
sit in the sun
hear the bees
happy in my pear tree
watch the grass grow
under your feet
rub the herbs between you fingers
sweet basil, parsley and thyme
rosemary, sage and marjoram
the dill ...seeded itself last year
now it's everywhere
strange growth beneath
the bird feeders
perhaps sprouted niger seeds...
glorious peonies
clematis and honeysuckle
the heady scent of roses
plump red tomatoes
ready for Caprese
sunflowers towering upwards
strawberries now eaten
sweet berry juices
running down your chin
Heaven.....
Can you come
next Sunday?


What a glorious splash of colours , scents and things to savour! How many of us can you seat?
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/13/2009 7:47:59 PM
Standing room only but everyone welcome....

Just picked the flowers off the Basil....will go to sleep dreaming of Mozzarella de Buffala and Caprese Salad in Isola d'Ischia

Bon reves cher ami
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 613
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/14/2009 10:27:05 PM
Something reminded me that I snipped basil
but, forgot to look at you.
I am looking at a face that defies description
excepting the stubble you refuse to address
Why? because I refuse to see the moment
you entered this earth. If I saw you then
I would kiss your stomache and note your tiny feet.
Excuse me, the skies today thundered, released volumes
of rain...I reminded myself to look at your face.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 614
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/15/2009 4:58:55 AM

Something reminded me that I snipped basil
but, forgot to look at you.
I am looking at a face that defies description
excepting the stubble you refuse to address
Why? because I refuse to see the moment
you entered this earth. If I saw you then
I would kiss your stomache and note your tiny feet.
Excuse me, the skies today thundered, released volumes
of rain...I reminded myself to look at your face.


God, this is beautiful! Both the thoughts, the images and maybe even more so the spontaneity in which it is expressed. Poetry is indeed at times a language quite apart from the other(s) that we speak.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 615
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/16/2009 5:33:20 AM

you mean that you can eat flowers
all at once, all in a row,
now that would be a sensation,
uncovered, and desired, no?

I used to clip basil flowers so that the best parts would not go to seed,
and basil orginantes from the meditterean area,

however there are some native ericaceous plants, and some oxylophitic ones, namely:

vaccinium (a largish family) which includes bilberry, blueberry, huckleberry (mi favorito), cranberry, loganberry, et cetera.

one tasted rarely is phlox diffusa

the phlox headed one has it arranged in spirals, darkly,


Hard to tell, with you, where biology/botany ends and metaphysics begin. Thanks.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 616
Snapshots: 10 July, 2009
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:59:04 PM
Like when you pick phlox
Especially like your guarded nature
Sweeping blueberries in the east
huckleberries in the west
your grimace of displeasure
...oh, ach, the basil.
I like the shorts you wear
and the t shirt does you justice
and how about the laugh lines
evident when you see Indian Paint Brush?
How about you crawl into my arms forget
the time insanely rushing towards finality.

How about the time all stood so very still
You saw, I saw.
Into the depth that constructs why
you became you, I became I..
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 617
Snapshots: 20 July, 2009
Posted: 7/20/2009 11:09:04 AM
I just love the poems in this thread, thanks again....



Half smoke and a circle around the pond
skippers going mad and making me madder.

The final notes are hung on the wall next to the fuse box.
Drapes made of light lavender and stained mud
are lying in the trash can.

I can't ever remember dying taking this long.
Time spent only serves to remind. I put it in gear
and blaze away with the last notes of dust gathering from the corner.

Just a speckle of life turning over. Taking an accounting in my
review mirror.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 618
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Snapshots: 21 July, 2009
Posted: 7/21/2009 8:07:26 AM
my garden is watering me
delightfully with curiousity....

watching a very alert young red fox
black nose and paws passing through quickly
seems so thin in the rain with wet fur
perhaps in search of food.....

flying flash of light catches my sight
three cardinals sitting in a tree
one pale coral brown
one light scarlet
one bright red so vivid in the green

three cardinals sitting in a tree
coral brown flies off
light scarlet follows her immediately
bright red flies in the other direction....

just goes to show females don't always go
for the most colourful


sigh....meant to make this poem less real and more poetically visual...
less rhyme and more sublime....but, sadly, it came out as it did....with a moral...
and yet, it is what went through me watching those three....
curiousity definitely peaked in these brief moments....
attention lost and found in my garden
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 619
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Snapshots: 21 July, 2009
Posted: 7/21/2009 5:41:11 PM
Put the sprinkler on the lawn at 6 pm last night and forgot it.....thinking how crappy the water pressure was in the shower this am until I had a DUH moment....the grass is SO green...is it algae or growth...hahahahaha

I lay on my back on the verdant blanket
the stars were brilliant
the silence
total
my breath slow
heartbeat normal
God heard my thanks
so did my neighbours!

 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 620
Snapshots: 22 July, 2009
Posted: 7/22/2009 1:15:24 PM
A sad-faced neighbourhood woman
goes by, today without her large black dog.
“Bonjour,” I say with a smile.
“Bonjour,” she replies, but without a smile.
I remind myself that her son,
or one of her sons, not long ago,
hung himself.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 621
Snapshots: 22 July, 2009
Posted: 7/23/2009 10:48:42 PM
Aloysha...how does she still walk?
May this caring you offered
lessen for just one minute
her fervent pain.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 622
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Posted: 7/24/2009 9:21:07 AM

Aloysha...how does she still walk?
May this caring you offered
lessen for just one minute
her fervent pain.


She walks, perhaps, like someone for whom it would be impossible to sit still.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 623
Snapshots
Posted: 7/26/2009 6:12:04 PM
she could never sit still
her counter needed something
the plants were dying from dust
the floor could not be walked on
she knew the frogs were apparently disappearing
but...she could not be still.

Movement that defends her from
an abyss that she will never enter
Why? Let her continue to (never) be still.
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 624
Snapshots
Posted: 7/28/2009 7:00:39 AM
He shuffles out to the morning Tribune
sitting in a broken tube with faded letters on the side
the sun shines on the pavement
with a short arthritic limp he sorts yesterday into today
discarding coupons and Sunday flyers in the recycle bin at the foot of the driveway

black coffee and section C is where he starts
he doesn't want to end up in the obits
so he will skip page two
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 625
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Posted: 7/28/2009 8:12:53 AM
I love this


He shuffles out to the morning Tribune
sitting in a broken tube with faded letters on the side
the sun shines on the pavement
with a short arthritic limp he sorts yesterday into today
discarding coupons and Sunday flyers in the recycle bin at the foot of the driveway

black coffee and section C is where he starts
he doesn't want to end up in the obits
so he will skip page two


for the quiet, uninvasive observation of this man & his routine. Of course "he doesn't want to end up in the obits" has that powerful underlying meaning.
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