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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 751
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Brandon: I've answered you as best I can via a PM.
 erota77
Joined: 10/7/2010
Msg: 752
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Posted: 10/13/2010 5:29:17 PM
And I thank you kindly for your time & wisdom!
Brandon
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 753
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Posted: 10/14/2010 2:14:25 PM
Erota, re The Circle on the bag. I was held by the variations on this theme but confess that I never worked out the significance of that symbol. Hopefully there will be other responses to this so that you can determine whether the fault here is your's as the writer or mine as the reader; but, again, I did appreciate the way the theme was stated andr estated.
 letjeti
Joined: 10/11/2010
Msg: 754
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Posted: 10/14/2010 4:23:20 PM
Erota- are you talking about a personal experence? Did you travel somewhere? Seems like to me this is a personal experience- that no one truely knows what the author is talking about other than himself and the person/people that he was around during his visit. To me, something pretty unique happened, he didn't want it to end, maybe? Am I close Erota?
 erota77
Joined: 10/7/2010
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Posted: 10/21/2010 9:55:17 PM
I really had no clue what the 'circle on the bag" was either! Some things should remain hidden within the heart.. Ya never know when you might need "it" again!

Make sure it stays in one 'peace'!

Thank you for being a teacher.

Thank you more for being a "true" friend. They are far and few between in my "WORLD"!

--"Just ME!"
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 756
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Posted: 10/23/2010 6:42:11 AM
Erota: bravo for confessing that you didn't know what that image meant! That's one of the gifts that poetry brings to us, images from our subconscious that we might otherwise never get to see. In that respect writing poetry is more than merely a literary activity: it's a form of self-discovery.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 757
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/25/2010 5:33:11 AM
On the underside of truth
where all that is grubby grows
and luxuriates we expose
that which we otherwise choose
to hide from the lovely ones.
For they are lovely and our hearts,
at times, are comatose.

Ah but she, a certain she,
is a needle straight into the heart
of your heart! For her
you’d get naked in the most public place.
You’d will your quite average penis
to grow to a monstrous and yet elegant
size for her. You’d fit it into her
as if it were yourself
being inserted, at long last, into the world.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 758
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/27/2010 12:09:12 AM
Bravo...into the world indeed. and...also...amen.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 759
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/28/2010 6:32:53 AM
Thanks, 60 - was nervous about posting such an out and out raunchy poem!
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/28/2010 7:22:15 AM
No worries,
No limerick there!
It's a real beauty.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 761
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/28/2010 1:19:37 PM
Andover: Thanks for this last comment. The young woman who inspired it was at the cafe this aft, sitting with a guy she often chats with. Sadly I watched him follow her soon after she went out for a smoke and then...

two of them headed up the street together while I wished him long-lasting impotence...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 762
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/28/2010 10:23:18 PM
When you began to work
you stripped your shirt
revealing grand arms, why
did I love the hairs gleaming
in this powerful sun, they sprang
up like goosebumps, golden
unto yourself, why I felt
you never guessed...
ah...speak..never.

A tale of beauty
expresses the earth
that embraces\lust.
Bring me down boy
unto a moment I forget
everything.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 763
Where all that is grubby grows
Posted: 10/30/2010 5:22:09 AM
Dear60: the 2nd verse of this struck me with particular, poignant force. Thanks.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 764
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/4/2010 11:58:20 AM
I fall in love
the way I learned
to ride my bike
after the training wheels
were removed.

I careened around,
then willed the bike
to go straight, as if
willing and wheeling
were two closely related activities,
two ways to loop the afternoon air.

And indeed, careening
and willing and wheeling
and going splat now and then
are all part of learning to love.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 765
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/4/2010 10:22:56 PM
Jeez...I did that ride. What a wonderful poem that also addresses more than the love between a man and a woman. Wonderful and something to share.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 766
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/5/2010 8:11:29 AM
Many thanks, 60, dear friend. On the advice of a poet/poster on the other site I frequent, I've lopped off the last verse so that the poem now ends with the more visceral, more bracing reference to "the autumn air."
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 11/5/2010 8:46:47 AM
I see the point in losing the last verse, but I'll sure miss the splat.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 768
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/5/2010 9:50:37 AM
Thanks, Andover. You might miss the splat in the poem, but surely you don't need or want it in what we call "real life"?
 andover1111
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Posted: 11/5/2010 1:55:16 PM
rare
is the love affair
that runs the course
of this modern age
hand in hand
for fifty years
before it breaks your heart
splat
leave this take that
admit all has turned
to loneliness and sorrow
move on to a new search
demand laughter and joy
git along little dogies
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 770
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/5/2010 2:26:45 PM
Lovely poem, Andover, and whether inspired by mine or not, it has the feel of spontaneity, as if it came out just right first draft! Thanks.
 andover1111
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Posted: 11/5/2010 2:33:37 PM
hahaha, they're all first drafts, think I had a spare splat in my pocket?
Inspiration's the fun of it.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 772
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/6/2010 5:39:45 AM

hahaha, they're all first drafts, think I had a spare splat in my pocket?
Inspiration's the fun of it.


Thanks, Andover. Sure, inspiration is the fun of it as you say, but don't you get off on doing what you can with the inspiration, honouring it, following it to the end of the thought, even if that's a splat?
 andover1111
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Posted: 11/6/2010 5:55:13 AM
Nope, I follow the end of the thought as well as I can in a moment's time, then it either flies or lands with a splat, no real attachment to it. Honoring my own little thought babbles? No, not really.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 10/23/2010
Msg: 774
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/6/2010 8:19:08 AM
Had to read~ I liked it too
 Not_Again
Joined: 10/28/2010
Msg: 775
Falling in love without training wheels
Posted: 11/6/2010 8:25:18 AM
Myself? I still need training wheels.

Loved the poem and the analogy creates such a visual!

Last Dance

Let's go see
What is to be
Just between
You and me.

If there's a chance
For one last dance
I'll waltz with you
And foxtrot too.

I'll leave behind
Those things, unkind
Seeking peace ,
My heart released.

Take it gently,
Don't let go.
A freed heart
Is fragile, no?

vps
6 Nov 2010
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