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Msg: 751
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As the Winter WindPage 31 of 34    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34)
I want it all
not a half share
or a promissory note
after all I gave
one hundred percent
year after year
after year
so now it's payback
bonus dollar time
lotto jackpot
I am not looking for a lightweight
or a half mate
not a boychuk
just an ordinary
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 752
As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/3/2011 2:29:02 PM
I love this, dear Pickles, even though it's apparent you grew up ib a different shtetl from mine, because where I grew up, the term was "boychik"
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 753
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As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/3/2011 7:25:45 PM
Yeah, well I am, after all, a shiksa!!!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 754
As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/4/2011 1:18:33 PM
Not just any old shiksa, but the chic-est of shiksas!
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 755
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As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/6/2011 2:54:54 PM
Tu es tres gentil mon cher ami

Bisous bisous
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 756
As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/7/2011 1:36:02 PM
Many thanks, Pickles, my polylingual friend!
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 757
As the Winter Wind
Posted: 3/13/2011 10:28:31 PM the Winter wind freakin' howled
I tiptoed next door...snow icing my ankles
over to Mrs. B's house, when the door opened
a smell of french toast became my history the Winter wind subsided
years have passed.
Mrs. B. joined all of the rest
passing into such an easy oblivion.

Did I ever know if the winter wind
frightened Mrs. B? I trotted into life.
She retreated from terror
into a bottomless pit of nowhere. the Winter wind continues
what never blows away
is the the smell that entered my soul.
Mrs. B. thanks for the reprieve.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 758
A Conversation among Three minus One
Posted: 7/11/2011 6:42:26 AM
Belatedly, thanks Sixty!

My next door neighbour and I
and God were engaged
in a spirited conversation.

My next-door neighbour,
Steve, was concerned
about an older guy up the block
who paid a lot of attention
to some area kids.

There was 4-year old Owen
with his blonde, floppy hair;
5-year old Sora, who breathed amiability
the way others breathe air,
and 2 ½-year old Nanna,
the still point of the universe.

“I get a creepy feeling,” Steve said,
“the way he seems to light up
when he talks to them.”

“Dude,” I answered, “he’s a grand-father.
All of his kids live out of town.
He misses them.”

We turned to God
for the deciding opinion, but God,
as usual, said nothing.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 759
A Conversation among Three minus One
Posted: 7/11/2011 3:52:45 PM
I love this poem Jer, you are so very good at writing the neighborhood neighborhood is quite different, more rural and there is only so much to say about lizards and Yuccas,

I've been writing now and then lately and thought you might like to see one I finished yesterday about this area, remembered from my wilder youth

Bee Charmer

Mid-Summer's midday blaze,
slow burns a deep desert canyon.
Randomly seeded by giant's
carelessly tumbled boulders,
sentinels of a slender creek.

My tribe and I,
tree hugging outcasts,
peaceful pilgrims living freedom songs
we follow the hidden ways of water.

Soothing our hot-pepper feet
in the shock of shaded-iced pools.
Lift cool in cupped hands,
sip grateful shivers in the heat
while our toes gossip with God,
nudging him in languid syllables
'till silent stone lips spill grace.

Canyon's mouth yawns
on the meadow buzzing with bees,
thrumming with destiny.

Just go, I thought,
escape the logic of gravity
unencumbered visit the Queens,
rising, falling, hovering
by their alchemy.
Joined: 6/13/2011
Msg: 760
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Posted: 7/11/2011 6:01:35 PM
"...or an uncle
who rested his hand on your shoulder
and left it damp to the bone."

That's pound for pound one of the most intensely felt sentences i've ever encountered. Amazing word-smithing.
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 761
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Posted: 7/12/2011 8:07:33 PM

..or an uncle
who rested his hand on your shoulder
and left it damp to the bone."

I think that all of us at one time or another have felt this....mine was at aged 10 in a cinema with my twin sister...and a revolting specimen who tried to touch me.....and almost succeeded...until I screamed very loudly and he scuttled away.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 762
Bee charmer
Posted: 7/13/2011 4:29:40 AM
Oh, Perfectly, that is so chock-full of stinging or otherwise vivid images. Among so many others I was especially taken with "our hot-pepper feet".
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 763
Posted: 7/13/2011 4:34:53 AM
Pound for pound, Poisonbaby, that's one of the nicest appreciations any of my lines has ever had... Thanks.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 764
Bee charmer
Posted: 7/13/2011 4:35:24 PM
Thank you Jer, I'm so glad you liked this one. I've been pushing to get some space for myself to write in, just to be in while I'm taking care of mom still.

I must say you are wonderful the way you are able to pinpoint your characters flaws and pose serious questions, the hard ones that need to be answered.

That was an amazing poem you last wrote, kudos my friend!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 765
A Conversation among Three minus One
Posted: 9/5/2011 4:52:17 AM
"our toes gossip with God"! Oh my, that's INTENSE!!
Joined: 7/4/2011
Msg: 766
Posted: 9/5/2011 7:14:25 AM
Very sweet poem Alyosha... Thank you...
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 767
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Posted: 9/6/2011 6:54:55 AM
Hey Jer, drive by hug....muah baby!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 768
Posted: 9/14/2011 4:35:45 AM
Thanks Lactobacillus, Perfectly Me, Brizo, PoisonBaby and Pickles...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 769
There will be love
Posted: 10/21/2011 11:08:08 AM
Happy children, when they smile,
hold nothing back.

Why would they?

Tomorrow the sun will shine again.
There will be love.
Joined: 12/13/2006
Msg: 770
There will be love
Posted: 10/21/2011 3:44:34 PM
Outright lovely, my friend.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 771
There will be love
Posted: 10/22/2011 6:46:09 AM
Isn't it, though, dear Wooby? I've been proudly repeating it to myself again & again since I wrote it.
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 772
There will be love
Posted: 10/25/2011 7:33:32 PM
Oh and ah. I wrote it down and added it to my favourites . In a special place apart from the computer. So there.
Joined: 10/24/2011
Msg: 773
There will be love
Posted: 10/27/2011 2:00:42 PM
in my city in september in the early morning
my wife lay on her side
still, and still
on the other side of the day

i used to see love
in the way her legs curled under her
her mouth slightly open
and a few wayward strands of hair (with thier own eco-structures, seemingly; i used to trace her body fingertip to tip, in varying wonder of the various perfections, her wrinkles, her pimples, her curves)
allowed to linger over her face (this wasn't permitted, usually, when awake; her sighing arms and fingers an ever churning slipstream of brushing aways and tying ups)

i used to see love (yes, love)
our window was open only a few inches
and in the morning came, in gray waves
Joined: 12/20/2010
Msg: 774
There will be love
Posted: 10/27/2011 5:13:29 PM
at last.....:)
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 775
There will be love
Posted: 10/31/2011 6:44:27 AM
Thank you 60, Sheltering Sky and Closingrhyme: Especially for that wonderful full-hearted poem you attached. Shouldn't you have a thread of you own if you have written other poems as good as this one?
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