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 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 701
Snapshot: Oct. 10, 2009 Page 29 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)
God, thats it. We are saved by laptops and print from interacting with those "scruffy" individuals. lol.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 702
Snapshot: Oct. 10, 2009
Posted: 10/11/2009 11:19:47 PM
lol. Not Wawa Ontario anymore. In British Columbia for 35 years, cell block....Kootenays....west. And you, Trulio, which cell block is yours??? Anyhoo...kindness is better than indifference. I hope you are kind to your uncle. lol.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 703
Stuff Happens
Posted: 10/13/2009 8:48:15 PM
Trulio....how you handle knowledge is as important as gaining knowledge. I appreciate your widely read knowledge but included in your last post is the "humour" of realizing the scope of nothingness. Nothingness is not where you stop. It is where you begin. Peace brother.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 704
Stuff Happens
Posted: 10/15/2009 8:01:05 PM
Anything that has merit and value will never disappear. Reading a book from start to finish is a whole different experience, physically, than sitting in front of computer screen. I do not care that the young grow up with this mode. Everybody turns forty at some time and realizes that they have been cheated. Will we survive into the next millenium...maybe, maybe not. In the end it is always how you spent your alloted time and not about years in the future. If you did a fairly good job of your life, you have added and not subtracted to the gigantic equation.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 705
Table d’hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 7:35:32 AM
Death is not a marrowbone
from which you can suck the essence
and set the rest aside

nor is it a smorgasbord
where you sample
the dishes that appeal to you,
and go back for seconds and thirds.

No, it’s the Full Meal Deal
after swallowing which
you dab your lips delicately
and lay your napkin down
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 706
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Snapshot: Oct. 31, 2009
Posted: 11/1/2009 8:30:25 AM
^^^ wonderful...your ending...perfection

dressing her
essence of flower
everything about her...

catching my breath
just before I left...

her beauty filled me
as her wheelchair
moved her towards
her family

 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 707
Table d'hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 9:47:58 AM
Thanks, WeAre1. Talk about endings that throw one for a loop!
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 708
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Table d’hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 12:14:12 PM
Jer, 1049 is to die for...

seriously, pun aside, it's really good...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 709
Table d’hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 1:03:56 PM
Deeply appreciated, Brizo. Frankly, I hesitated to post it because I thought: That 3rd stanza is so bleak, so bitter, who needs it?
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 710
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Table d’hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 8:20:18 PM
Basically darling you are effing amazing and that wonderful gripping poem is an example of why.....

Bisous
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 711
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Table d’hote
Posted: 11/1/2009 8:37:08 PM
I stare at the perfect symmetry
of the pink Shasta daisies
they arrived by Interflora
delivered just as I arrived home
a week ago last Tuesday
I have not heard from you
since our last rendevous
so I have spent the interval
playing...
He loves me, He loves me not....
could you call please
because you see
I am now down to a very few
petals.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 712
Table d’hote
Posted: 11/2/2009 4:53:41 AM

I stare at the perfect symmetry
of the pink Shasta daisies
they arrived by Interflora
delivered just as I arrived home
a week ago last Tuesday
I have not heard from you
since our last rendevous
so I have spent the interval
playing...
He loves me, He loves me not....
could you call please
because you see
I am now down to a very few
petals.


God, how I love this! I love the way it appears to meander calmly through quiet, objective narrative - only to arrive, at the end, at this crucial "very few petals."

Even there, the statement appears to be quiet, matter-of-fact but the urgency of it explodes in one's face after a moment of reflection.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 713
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Table d’hote
Posted: 11/2/2009 7:46:13 PM
Thanks my love.......high praise indeed

Bisous xo
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 714
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Table d’hote
Posted: 11/2/2009 8:14:55 PM
Alone
sitting
flickering images colour the night
and from eyes shut tight
tears
remembering and wishing
time could turn back
life
she was a good wife once
loved and loving
now a shell
the memories she knows so well
replay, replay
just enough to get through
another day
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 715
Table d’hote
Posted: 11/4/2009 4:29:27 AM

Alone
sitting
flickering images colour the night
and from eyes shut tight
tears
remembering and wishing
time could turn back
life
she was a good wife once
loved and loving
now a shell
the memories she knows so well
replay, replay
just enough to get through
another day


As is usual with your poems, I admire both the passion that is in it and the discipline - perhaps hardly a discipline with you by now, more an ingrained aspect of your character - the discipline with which you set the emotions down, never exaggerating, never using one word or one line-break to call attention to your skill, never anything boastful or done just for effect.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 716
in another room
Posted: 11/9/2009 9:11:25 AM
In another room, in another house,
on another street, on another continent
a man stares out the window
facing north,

a woman puts down her book
and reaches for a cigarette,
her third in the last hour.

A child wakes up
and realizes that the dark
has an odour all its own.
In another room, in another house,
on another street, on another continent
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 717
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in another room
Posted: 11/9/2009 12:02:47 PM
Stashia so stoic
Stashia so sweet
Stashia the name
paints my life so complete
Stashia so strong
even she doesn't know
just collects the memories
and gets on with the show
some hurt something awful
but what's a mom to do
please enjoy the flowers
I bought them for you
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 718
Darkness (R-rated)
Posted: 11/22/2009 11:58:55 AM
Darkness

Why are there no precipices
when you need one?
Or they’re all occupied,
people doing cartwheels
in mid-descent.

I hear they plan to make suicide
an Olympic event
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 719
Darkness (R-rated)
Posted: 11/22/2009 7:39:39 PM
Hey Ya...J.....this one is of course in fun, jest, humour, etc. Eh?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 720
Darkness (R-rated)
Posted: 11/23/2009 9:44:39 AM

Hey Ya...J.....this one is of course in fun, jest, humour, etc. Eh?


Honestly, I don't know WHERE it came from other, perhaps, than from the very bottom of some puddle of self-pity....... I mean, to tell you the truth, what the H. does it mean to make suicide an Olympic event???????/
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 721
Darkness (R-rated)
Posted: 11/23/2009 3:33:41 PM
***for what it's worth, i liked it....dime***
 dimestore minstrel
Joined: 9/29/2009
Msg: 722
Darkness (R-rated)
Posted: 11/23/2009 3:34:21 PM
***alot...***
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 723
Snapshot: Nov. 24, 2009
Posted: 11/24/2009 8:41:31 AM
Little Esmé goes by
in her pink woolen toque,
not-quite-Coke-bottle glasses,
which lend an extra air
of vulnerability
to her already trusting face.
She is holding her mother’s, Ann’s, left hand,.
her brother, Seymour, holding the other:
Three companionable, happy adventurers
against the cold morning wind.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 724
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Snapshot: Nov. 24, 2009
Posted: 11/24/2009 8:50:07 PM
The image is there
rubbing shoulders with the flashbacks
reliving each moment as though it was the last
because it could be
yet as you left me this morning
traced my cheek first with your lips
then your fingertips
there was a promise
You will be here tonight with me
and the fleeting imagery will meld into dreams
that will be my reality
unless you say differently

Bisous
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 725
Snapshot: Nov. 24, 2009
Posted: 11/24/2009 11:49:43 PM
Each, every, some, all men
visiting my life...
few, left any impression.
I have not forgotten you.
With a tickle your smile left me wordless.
I could not point towards the sun, I knew not the moon.

Your hair strayed, you hated this..
across your forehead, your body
achieved the perfection named symmetry
Leaving was easy, I did not leave bitter
When asked, I replied, "I liked his smile."
Never mind the sorry details.
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