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Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 101
Morris Kravitz... and IPage 5 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)

almost everyone must be bound and dragged here. only a few come on their own. rumi

i wonder at the bat
in the dead of night
i wonder at the mouse
foraging to feed her young
and the shocked widening eye of her
as the bat who is blind
sinks its teeth in the trembling fur
of a face so like its own
would sight have made a difference?
probably not.
we do what must be done to survive

Geez, this is scarey! - brave, and scarey.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 102
The way you love
Posted: 6/11/2008 2:50:15 PM
The way you love
is the thumb-print
your heart leaves on your soul.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 103
The way you love
Posted: 6/14/2008 7:43:10 AM
How'd that old song go?

The toe-nails connected to the toe-bones,
The toe-bones connected to the foot-bones,
The foot-bones connected to the ankle-bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord!

The ankle-bones connected to the etcetera-bones,
The etcetera-bones connected to the etcetera-bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord!

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones will rise again!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 104
Economics 101
Posted: 6/17/2008 8:21:06 AM
If it’s on TV
and it’s FREE!
You can’t afford it.

If it’s Guaranteed
or your money back!

Better to put your money in the bank
at 0.nothing percent interest
or at the back
of your sock drawer.

Let the bank rob you blind!
(Come to think of it,
It was always your eyes
they were after.)

An iron economy governs us all.
You, who measure each cent,
will have nothing in the end.
While you, who are outwardly profligate

--who spend and spend: money and time
and love--and count nothing lost,
will have hearts that are in balance,
and joy without cost.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 105
The Wal-mart of Deities
Posted: 6/21/2008 12:02:45 PM

As the televangelist John C. Hagee
opined, the Holocaust
was God’s way of achieving the greater good
of allowing the Jews to reclaim Israel.

A more greedy or less beneficent deity
might have required 6,000,001
martyrs for the same amount of land.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 106
On Almost Meeting Her
Posted: 6/24/2008 1:06:35 PM
I stretch my arms out to you
and embrace
the empty space
between us. The universe was not created
without the breaking of a bone
or two, a galaxy
ripped from the jaws
of some cosmic Rottweiler,
so why should it be otherwise
between us?

We came together
as easily and Monday and Tuesday
at one long, extended
midnight minute.
Why should our parting
be any the less easy?
You have your projects, I
have mine, as yet undefined.

I’m going to do my very best
to enjoy not knowing you.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 107
Posted: 6/28/2008 7:59:08 AM
I am talking to you, sort of,
at the top of my heart’s voice.
I am screaming and raging at you
to be heard, though I know
that is not the way to be heard,
not really heard,
and especially not by a woman
any one of whom has been buffeted
by loud, imperious male voices,
the voices of the truly weak
who only feel strong when they are angry...

I am demanding
that you hear me
although I understand
that no one ever heard a demand
but as tyranny,
as unlove.

I am roaring "love"
at you though love
is best delivered, perhaps,
in a voiceless voice, a
disembodied voice
you whose body has been taken
or borrowed or used
like a kleenex to collect cum
instead of snot.

I bellow, whine “love"
but you hear
Spread, baby
Show me what you got
and let me thump you
like you've never been thumped before.

"Love"? as a language
it's about as effective
as Chinese spoken to a Norwegian.
I am angry, I hope it's apparent,
not at you
but rather at us or rather
at not-us.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 108
Love, hope, bitterness & death
Posted: 6/29/2008 4:21:38 AM
A solitary bird seems to let go
of the weight of being and rise
effortlessly upwards

but seen from another angle the bird
is motionless, forever stationary,
arrested in time and space

and it is the earth
that has come unstuck from it
and is falling, falling

falling forever away.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 109
Love, hope, bitterness & death
Posted: 6/29/2008 6:25:57 PM
Thanks, Gerkin! There's a happy story behind the writing of it in that I woke up with that title in mind, expressive of my anger and hurt over a relationship that was in process of going bad and I could already foresee from the title some of the wah-wah-wah-wah effed-over by another dame direction it was going to take, when...

The Angel of Poetry interrupted me and said : "Why not try to write a poem instead? I mean, like, a REAL poem?"

So I raced for my PC and wrote this, practically cold, needed little more than a tweak here, a goosing there...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 110
Love, hope, bitterness & death
Posted: 6/30/2008 7:19:05 AM

Well tweak and goose away you lovely genius man

You think I'M a genius? You should meet the little guy I carry along with me!

Give me ten cents
for every dime
and I’ll be yours
for a long, long time!

Hell, just give me four cents
and one of your involuntary smiles!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 111
Posted: 7/3/2008 5:02:41 PM
Death's emissary came
and said, "Why not?"
I hesitated a fateful second
--and was caught.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 112
I sit here at Le Paltoquet
Posted: 7/6/2008 10:59:56 AM
I sit here at Le Paltoquet
while you serve tables
and I drink in the pleasure
of what might have been
between us, drink it in
as deep as if it had actually happened
or was happening now,
right now!

Your tiny kewpie-doll mouth
offered for the first time to my tongue,
your body as small
as the number of your years,
small and yet somehow
intelligent. My hands tremble a little
as they explore the geography of you,
try to take in the reality of you,
of you, here, in front of me,
and we are about to, not make love

but invent what it is to make love!

Ann-Marie! The words we will say
are somehow less important
than those there will be no need to say.

No need for me to ask:
“Have you made love before?
Have you been in love before,
deeply, deeply in love
or have you been waiting for it all this time?”

No need for you to ask
“But why do you want me?” or
“In what way, for how long?”

No need for either of us to say
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 113
The Invention of Tomorrow
Posted: 7/14/2008 7:21:49 AM
A couple of the other hominids and I
were sitting around chewing the fat
of the mastodon we’d clubbed,
ripped apart and had eaten raw, fire
being about two centuries into the future,
when Gurk-the-Impatient said,

“Man, this pre-historic life
is getting boring -“
“I think you mean paleolithic,”
said Samos who would have been
a pedant had learning been invented.

“Whatever,” says Gurk, “this day
has been the pits. All we did
is all we ever do: hunt wooly mammoths
or mastodons, scratch ourselves,
jump up and down on bumps-in-front--“
“BIG bumps in front!”
“Whatever, and try to think up names for things.
I’m just about ready to give up!”

“Well,” I say, “there’s always when-big-hot-thing-up-above
(We really ought to get a shorter name for it.)”

“How about ‘moon’?” says Samos.
“‘Moon’ sounds good to me,” I say:
“There’s always when-moon-goes-away-and-then-comes-back-again..”
“Let’s call it ‘tomorrow’ for short,” says Samos.
“OK, tomorrow! Tomorrow sounds good to me.
Everything will be different
tomorrow! Everything
will be wonderful tomorrow!”
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 114
Two Lessons from the Same School
Posted: 7/18/2008 1:38:28 AM


When you were naked as my words
pretended to be
and I saw that your soul
was in your body like a hand in a glove
that could be retrieved
as easily as my love,

we were students in the same school then
on our way to prove love true
or false.


How poor we are,
when everything that's meant to
carries us as far,
when vagina, penis, heart and mind
work no better than designed.

The only good lesson is the one
we can't, yet must, revise.
The only things we ever learn
are by surprise.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 115
St James Infirmary (revisited)
Posted: 7/22/2008 12:22:06 PM
I went down to St James Infirmary.
Longest walk I ever made.
There were children playing on every sidewalk.
I wished the sun would bless their every head.

There was a grizzled old Mama
on her balcony, smoking a lonely cigarette.
Everything good lay behind her,
nothing but trouble ahead.

There were people alive and dying
and some born good as dead.
There was some would take the best
of you and give you their worst instead.

I kept on walking and walking.
But the Infirmary was always
just as far away. But then, somewhere, in the distance,
where the sun was beginning to fail,

I heard the voice of a saxophone
begin its long, low wail.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 116
St James Infirmary (revisited)
Posted: 7/29/2008 7:07:42 AM
Love your response splitscreen! And great to see you here again. But aren't we, like, several MSN conversations behind?
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 117
Take a man whose heart is filled
Posted: 8/10/2008 1:55:08 PM
Take a man whose heart
is filled with envy, fear, suspicion and rage
and give him a rifle
but without ammunition
and he will club you to death
with the butt of that rifle.

Take the rifle away from him
and he will attempt to strangle you.

Bind up his hands
and he will try
to kick you to death

remove the envy, fear, suspicion and rage
from his heart
and he will weep inconsolably.
 en Afrique
Joined: 8/7/2008
Msg: 118
Take a man whose heart is filled
Posted: 8/10/2008 9:31:35 PM
Jaysus thats good...

Should be the U.N.'s mantra
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 119
Take a man whose heart is filled
Posted: 8/11/2008 7:20:15 AM
En Afrique: You seem to have popped in just long enough to leave that welcome message, then disappeared?! Sorry I missed you and thanks...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 120
Posted: 8/18/2008 4:59:28 PM
Write me a poem...
Then sing me a song...
Then kiss me softly
on the mouth before you go...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 121
Posted: 8/19/2008 2:49:59 AM
Ah, you are back from darkest Africa, and you came bearing this nugget of African gold! Thank you!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 122
Posted: 8/19/2008 1:00:58 PM


Do you ever feel that you are trapped in something that spins?
Grey....drifting in a nothingness....that void where you hide from the world....
unfocused, unmentionable.....untouchable....sacrifice - this for that...
that for this............

Oh, L., my friend, some things may spin but some other things - like certain friends - are steady as Gibraltar for you!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 123
'Passing' of the salt......
Posted: 8/22/2008 8:39:35 AM
SO HARRY to see you here, Splitto, in your TERRIFYING new photo - and with the news, via your profile, that you have a FELLA!

Write and tell me ALMOST all about him...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 124
I stole a kiss off Jenny
Posted: 8/25/2008 11:14:46 AM
I stole a kiss off Jenny
who’d been saving it for Jack
who was off in some corner somewhere
pouting over Eveyln
who’d broken his heart
when she was turned down by Artie
after he’d been rejected by Marie-Justine
who was always such a bee i tee cee aitch
(thank God)!!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 125
Posted: 8/29/2008 1:57:07 PM
A great friend of mine will have ten hours between flights in Seattle Sept 12th. Is there anyone on here who might be free to meet with her for coffee or to show her a bit of the town?

Contact me if you’re interested and I’ll tell you how to get in touch with her.
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