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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 851
Anecdotes of the SpiritPage 35 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)
Thanks, 60. Yes, I felt a passion in writing it and prior to posting it have recited it by heart to myself countless times and it always seems to flow!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 852
Snapshot: Sep 2, 2010
Posted: 9/2/2010 6:26:26 AM
A handsome young father goes by
with the younger of his two sons.
A few minutes later, alone, he returns,
walking more slowly,
as if lost in thought.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 853
Snapshot: Sep 5, 2010
Posted: 9/5/2010 6:32:11 AM
An aged woman,
with apologetic eyes,
shuffles toward the next exit.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 854
Snapshot: Sep 5, 2010
Posted: 9/5/2010 9:46:37 PM
An aged man with many years
forgot to apology
his eyes had no business
understanding nothing.

An aged man with many years
pinched my ass!!
God...he never forgot
the meaning of good physical.

An aged woman with tired eyes
forgot to pinch her man's
nether parts. She scorned his parts
to her sad detriment.

An aged statement goes as this...
love what you can freely pinch.
Laugh...with gusto.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 855
Snapshot: Sep 5, 2010
Posted: 9/7/2010 1:42:15 PM
Dear 60, thanks for coming through in the pinch!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 856
Snapshot: Sep 23, 2010
Posted: 9/23/2010 5:21:05 AM
Black folk will almost always
respond graciously when you smile at them
although they may know
it’s your way of asking forgiveness.
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 857
Snapshot: Sep 23, 2010
Posted: 9/23/2010 5:57:51 AM
not necessarily
some people just smile
at any old thing...

do you think I smile at a Jew and feel guilty for my German background? Nah...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 858
Snapshot: Sep 23, 2010
Posted: 9/23/2010 6:48:03 AM
Revoskeepnus: Interesting response as I had considered adding Jews and cripples to "black folk" and a) how do you know it's a Jew you're smiling at less they're Khassidim dressed in their traditional garb, and b) as a German, albeit of the post WWII generation, do you not feel any particular discomfort in the company of Jews?

As a Jew myself, I'm always a bit uneasy when I meet a German, until they guess or I inform them that I'm Jewish and 'our' history is as it were on the table between us.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 859
A little bit of happiness
Posted: 10/7/2010 8:20:05 AM
A little bit of happiness
fell into my lap
a few minutes ago!

I wouldn’t say
that I had earned it or,
perish the thought!
that I deserved it
but - there it was.


So I thought
I’d mention it to you.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 860
A little bit of happiness
Posted: 10/11/2010 9:04:34 PM
If I was there
and your eyes lit
do eyes light?
plenty
if I was there
this gift you received
lifted the shadow..over there
mention happiness.
shhh. there it was
there was you.
smiling.
so very good enough.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 861
A little bit of happiness
Posted: 10/16/2010 8:03:35 AM
Thank you so much, dear 60, for your latest gift of poetry - and affection!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 862
Snapshot: Oct 17, 2010
Posted: 10/17/2010 7:42:01 AM
A guy goes by
with a sour face
and a big white dog.
The dog is on a leash.
The sour face, alas, is not.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 863
Snapshot: Oct 18, 2010
Posted: 10/18/2010 6:05:58 AM
A yellow schoolbus stops
and tiny khassidic kids
race across the street
to board it
while their turbanned mothers
wave and wave
until the bus is almost out of sight.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 864
Snapshot: Oct 18, 2010
Posted: 10/19/2010 9:21:51 PM
each field is closer to same than different
you will not hold my hand
racing with thrusts propelled by your youthfulness
then you came back.
"What will happen if you are gone?"
My heart stopped. You cannot wave
nothing out of sight. When I am gone.
Then was the moment...
I prepared to save you.
Then if I cannot...I leapt into a fierce loving
....saving...nothing saves.
We are the last word of many.
Remember....it is simple.
Slowly easing into primeval.
Your smell was my elixer.
Mine is what you will never erase.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 865
Snapshot: Oct 18, 2010
Posted: 10/20/2010 7:15:41 AM
Dear, dear, VERY dear 60,
What a beautiful poem and sentiment! May the heavens bless you!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 866
Erota
Posted: 10/23/2010 6:43:35 AM
It appears from the index that you posted something here but I don't see it?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 867
“If they give you lined paper...
Posted: 10/25/2010 7:03:21 AM
. . . “If they give you lined paper /write the other way.”
. . . . . . Wm Carlos Williams

And if they offer you
the sun, the moon and the stars,
ask for a biscuit instead.

“Yes, a plain, dry biscuit, please.

And thank you very much...”
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 868
The trick to writing better than you can
Posted: 11/1/2010 6:37:49 AM
The trick to writing better than you can

The trick to writing
better than you can
is to get out of the room
where the writing’s being done.

Do something low,
something unworthy, but
above all, do something else!

Get yourself out of the room.
Better still, out of the house.
Best of all, get out of the country!

Put on some women’s undergarments.
I hear they flatter the skin
and act as a spur to the imagination.
Think a wholly impure thought.
Vote for the other party.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 869
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/7/2010 6:46:48 AM
Neither the diastole

Listen to the heart of the world
beating. It is beating
for you or at you or because
of you. You are neither
the diastole nor the cystole
but the waiting beat
in between.
 Not_Again
Joined: 10/28/2010
Msg: 870
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/7/2010 8:34:46 AM
Ooooooooooooh! Love it. But in new relationships, new love especially, systole brings that excitement!

Just found an old favorite. I "pummel" myself everytime I dwell on missing these moments.

Sunshine on pasture grass
always reminds me
of the love we made
during that early summer day

The air filled with tiny insects
and the smell of field daisies
overtook my senses

And you
tender, gentle made me
realize how
gratefully I was taken

v
10 June 2007
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 871
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/7/2010 12:03:46 PM
Oh! And I love your poem, not again, but how sadly it fits with your name!

"how / gratefully I was taken" is a gem of an observation!!!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 872
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/21/2010 10:21:54 PM
If this is about measuring pressure of any kind...
some things measure with time
within an aura named Alyosha
who has a grace never measured
always ready to leave...one simple word.
Write! Share! So very fine and good.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 873
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/22/2010 4:38:11 AM

If this is about measuring pressure of any kind...
some things measure with time
within an aura named Alyosha
who has a grace never measured
always ready to leave...one simple word.
Write! Share! So very fine and good.

Oh, my friend, but there are all sorts of measures! Do we ever stop measuring ourselves, against some standard or other? Let's hope that we choose the right standards!

Thank you.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 874
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/23/2010 9:51:34 PM
Well...this here November full moon
had an egg shape, its head was chopped...
at the top as I cruised dreaming of why
what is precious is often not
it is mystifying
understanding..why...I swear
it was not a fairytale in a time
when all I measured
tried to camouflage my everything.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 875
Neither the diastole
Posted: 11/27/2010 1:21:22 PM

Well...this here November full moon
had an egg shape, its head was chopped...
at the top as I cruised dreaming of why
what is precious is often not
it is mystifying
understanding..why...I swear
it was not a fairytale in a time
when all I measured
tried to camouflage my everything.


I love it when you go off on a sort of mystical ramble! I don't always follow the literal meaning but always enjoy the free-flowing energy!
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