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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 776
In AshkelonPage 32 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)
Apologies. I've made a small but to me important change in the foregoing, but too late to edit it:

A man walks the streets
alone in Ashkelon
near the ancient seaport.

If life is not a mystery,
what is?

Einstein said
he wanted to see the face of God

Who walks the streets, perhaps,
alone in Ashkelon
near the most ancient seaport.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 777
In Ashkelon
Posted: 3/5/2010 8:41:17 PM
...just a tiny "it" made a significant difference to the reader (whether they realized or not) Can I also go to Ashkelon and walk with God? And maybe talk to Einstein. What a cerebral yet sweet poem you have written.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 778
In Ashkelon
Posted: 3/6/2010 5:10:17 AM

I was told the stars were once children. They had become stars because they
disobeyed, and were taken to the sky above so they could escape the wrath of
their parents anger. Woe is me for I am a star, a star over Babylon. I hear
they are making statues of you so they can sleep at night. I trust you.

"Cynthia...I have always lived here."

Out of curiosity I asked her to explain.

"I have always lived here. Only before you did not know. You were still
young and not fully formed. I am a good child, and I live in a forest of
stars. It is a constellation of stars, a constellation of immortal and
undying souls. I am here to protect the plants from darkness."

"I believe in you. I will not ask anything else. I just want to accept
everything you say because I am plant and you are light, and your words are
rain to my lips too. I can only hear half of your reply because I am half
plant."

During the hour when the light first brings shadows, this is the commencement
hour for stars, I will answer myself with a dark question without prying
into the spirit of nature. My question is dark only in comparison to your
brilliant reply.


My daughter, at five, had something like the perception you cite at the beginning of this:

"Do you believe in God," she asked me.

"No," I answered.

"Well, I do, and I think He takes the stars out for a walk at night."

The rest of your post is the most accessible (to me) of your recent posts, and very beautiful. Thank you.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 779
In Ashkelon
Posted: 3/7/2010 7:41:00 PM
For every man..every man
who held up a palm; shouting
I do not believe
are many who lost everything
in believing in only self.

Come to my table, I will gentle you down
past your bitter disappointment, farewells
to anything but your singular selves.
Self is such a trajedy, mired...

Once upon a time you had green eyes
you had some kind of zest that matched any tree
that I could see. Hiccup...I loved this too.
Do you remember being scintillating?

If you do...you will be reminded.
that within your self
are memories that are stronger, more potent
than your commitment to this strange life.

I find men committed to something beyond life.
It's kosher...let them beat their heads...let
our meeting be old age when a man again accepts
the mercy of the boy...he was, he was.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 780
Snapshot: March 10, 2010
Posted: 3/10/2010 10:44:16 AM
Two guys at the café,
Jordan and Marco,
at separate tables.
Marco is popping with energy,
just returned from a visit
to Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia.

Jordan appears to be locked
in his own private hell.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 781
In Ashkelon
Posted: 3/10/2010 5:12:11 PM

For every man..every man
who held up a palm; shouting
I do not believe
are many who lost everything
in believing in only self.

Come to my table, I will gentle you down
past your bitter disappointment, farewells
to anything but your singular selves.
Self is such a trajedy, mired...

Once upon a time you had green eyes
you had some kind of zest that matched any tree
that I could see. Hiccup...I loved this too.
Do you remember being scintillating?

If you do...you will be reminded.
that within your self
are memories that are stronger, more potent
than your commitment to this strange life.

I find men committed to something beyond life.
It's kosher...let them beat their heads...let
our meeting be old age when a man again accepts
the mercy of the boy...he was, he was.


Oh, how did I overlook this heartfelt sequel to my own poem! Your response is glorious. Thank you!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 782
Snapshot: March 13, 2010
Posted: 3/13/2010 10:59:52 AM
Under a beige beret,
behind a moustache
of indubitable antiquity,
an elderly man
limps determinedly
from one leg to the other,
reminding me, somehow,
of a discredited Balkan Lieutenant-Colonel
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 783
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Snapshot: March 13, 2010
Posted: 3/13/2010 8:48:05 PM
listening while driving
a voice speaks to me
embrace the mystery
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 784
Snapshot: March 13, 2010
Posted: 3/14/2010 8:05:32 AM
listening while driving
a voice speaks to me
embrace the mystery


Oh yes, that is the voice! And please check out my Mysterium tremendum, mysterium fascinans. in "Me and My Shadow"
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 785
Snapshot: March 21, 2010
Posted: 3/21/2010 6:36:49 AM
Three guitars, a Dobro,
banjo, bass. Now and then
the banjo player
produces an harmonica
in his left hand
and with his right
his fingers flitter rapidly
to produce a melancholy yowl
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 786
Snapshot: March 21, 2010
Posted: 3/27/2010 9:21:33 PM
Some very memorable times
resembling Spring's first osprey
they kill, they do not eat dead things.

Some time when I was young
this man stepped into my script
with his cherished violin, dark head bent
Adults cry silently, as he played, a tear meandered
followed a map...his face.

I surrender to meaning.
I surrender to aliveness
that never dies, messages
are salvation. Ivan, indeed died.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 787
Snapshot: March 21, 2010
Posted: 3/28/2010 7:59:27 AM
The whole of this is wonderful, but I especially cherished these lines:


I surrender to meaning.
I surrender to aliveness
that never dies, messages
are salvation. Ivan, indeed died.
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 788
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History
Snapshot: March 21, 2010
Posted: 3/28/2010 8:31:10 AM
these were my favorites:


osprey
they kill, they do not eat dead things.

Adults cry silently, as he played, a tear meandered
followed a map...his face.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 789
Passover, 5770
Posted: 3/31/2010 4:17:15 PM
- - - - -“Ou sonts les neiges d’antan?”
- - - - -(Where are the snows of yesteryear?)
- - - - -- - - - -François Villons

And where is the matso
of yesteryear
that was so crisp
and always novel?

“Kosher for Pesach”
would be printed on each box
over the rabbinical seal
and no one would have thought
of eating it any other time.

It separated a holy week and a day
from the time that merely went along
hum-drumming our minds
into familiar pulp.

But then, like sex and joy
and sanity and sanctity,
we took to demanding it all your round,
day after day after day.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 790
Passover, 5770
Posted: 3/31/2010 11:18:44 PM
there were Sundays free of merchants
once upon a time.
Silent.
Sail away, sail to meaning
never crash into nothingness
that is a mark of madness.
seeking physical release without an end
is a way to never ending what you choose to escape.

Oh Jerr...loved that last offering of yours. "day after day after day"
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 791
Passover, 5770
Posted: 4/1/2010 4:23:09 AM
Many thanks, 60, and am happy to see you found your way back to the elusive Forums.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 792
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/6/2010 5:24:59 AM
The sun came up
like a miracle,
like your child’s first smile,
as if summoned from a well
of good-feeling.

Every newborn is a graduate
of the school of artless communication.

How do they know
as much as they do, especially
when they appear to know nothing?
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 793
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/7/2010 9:47:32 PM
every newborn is just another ancient returning to try again. Oh god, let them have the honey and not the bee and let them know that the bee is where it all begins and let them know that there is...nothing to fear. and...let us gather together....the bee is necessary. Praise dawn. Leave this earth in a spirit of cooperation. If not, leave this earth quietly.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 794
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/8/2010 4:41:46 AM

every newborn is just another ancient returning to try again. Oh god, let them have the honey and not the bee and let them know that the bee is where it all begins and let them know that there is...nothing to fear. and...let us gather together....the bee is necessary. Praise dawn. Leave this earth in a spirit of cooperation. If not, leave this earth quietly.


I prefer on the whole to think of them as blank slates but that, of course, contradicts the essence of my poem. Thank you so much for your humane, loving view.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 795
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/9/2010 9:40:47 PM
Sir...I bow to your intrepretation. Can you see me? lol. Thank-you for your threads. For sure.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 796
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/10/2010 4:52:11 AM

Sir...I bow to your intrepretation. Can you see me? lol. Thank-you for your threads. For sure.


Once the poem is released, it is anyone's to interpret as she sees fit.

Can I see you?Not exactly but I feel and cherish your presence.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 797
Every newborn is a graduate
Posted: 4/11/2010 11:02:24 PM
I cherish the word cherish because cherish is like cherry and cherries are pretty good, sweet, tart, amazing things to eat. I cherish words...many of yours..in the same fashion. So lets cherish cherries and benefit for the cherising. Yep and lol.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 798
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cherish
Posted: 4/13/2010 1:40:54 AM
cherish
nothing is worthless
even feelings of denial
or becoming suicidal
even a crooked wicked smile
seeking its own glory
telling its own story
all to be cherished
for within each person
is the sum of all our being
even if appearing
to be different
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 799
cherish
Posted: 4/13/2010 4:27:57 AM

cherish
nothing is worthless
even feelings of denial
or becoming suicidal
even a crooked wicked smile
seeking its own glory
telling its own story
all to be cherished
for within each person
is the sum of all our being
even if appearing
to be different


That's splendid! Thanks.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 800
The problem with God
Posted: 4/28/2010 12:06:29 PM
The problem with God
is the problem rivers have
when they attempt to flow against the tide.

To God, existence and inexistence
are a one-sided coin but we,
haunted by death, prefer to believe
there are two sides,
which we can flip at will.

In this hollow beneath the mystery
of God’s existence/inexistence
(the distinction between the two
being an artifice of our quotidian minds)

we have heard Sumerian, Hebrew,
Aramaic, Choctaw, each
with a vowel or half a vowel,
a consonant of Godspeech

fragmented, while we stand
firm on Dais Earth,
passionate and fluent,
addressing each other and God

in clicks and glottal stops:
stubbornly, irredeemably polyglot.
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