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 60to70
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I think it might have been midnite
when I took you into my arms.
Hey, the night is long.
You are so very little
so very helpless
I think it may have been past midnite
when I held you against my heart
This very fine moment did happen.

I think it might have been sunrise
your eyes met mine, you will leave.
I will not grieve, I will only exact
each moment you were in my life
Ah, go, each of every one of us goes.
What is left is this singular, this sharp love.

When I held you in my arms, already you were gone.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
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Posted: 1/11/2010 6:35:23 AM

I think it might have been midnite
when I took you into my arms.
Hey, the night is long.
You are so very little
so very helpless
I think it may have been past midnite
when I held you against my heart
This very fine moment did happen.

I think it might have been sunrise
your eyes met mine, you will leave.
I will not grieve, I will only exact
each moment you were in my life
Ah, go, each of every one of us goes.
What is left is this singular, this sharp love.

When I held you in my arms, already you were gone.


That last line is so crushingly, adultly heartbreaking and beautiful!
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/11/2010 4:28:01 PM
joro and 60 to 70, thanks for leaving such great stuff!

writing
when words won't come
nothing breaks the surface
and demands a confrontation
in ink

LS 12/18/09
Cinquain on the membrane
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/14/2010 6:18:56 AM
Haiti, 2010: “To Them That Hath...”

We will mingle with God
in the devastation that is Haiti.
We will read the anti-Bible
in the ruined faces,
the bodies in their awkward postures.
Auschwitz in just a few moments,
Dachau piled upon Bergen-Belsen.
The them that hath
poverty shall be given
despair.

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Pummeling
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/14/2010 6:37:00 PM
yeah Jer, I don't understand...all the places so recently hit with earthquakes are such poor places. Why so much suffering for those already destitute? It makes me very sad.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/15/2010 7:07:27 AM

yeah Jer, I don't understand...all the places so recently hit with earthquakes are such poor places. Why so much suffering for those already destitute? It makes me very sad.


I'm reminded of what a spokesperson from Somalia (I believe it was) recently said: "We are trying to raise ourselves from misery into poverty."
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/22/2010 9:24:14 PM
I just finished Angela's Ashes, that autobiography by Frank McCourt....to read about fifteen years of that spirit crushing poverty...and the cruelty some of the adults showed to the children!

origami

into this place of tranquility
I unfold myself
will expanding soul
cage ego?

what throws itself
against these bars?

LS 1/11/10
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
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Posted: 1/23/2010 4:44:16 PM

origami

into this place of tranquility
I unfold myself
will expanding soul
cage ego?

what throws itself
against these bars?


Apart from the worthiness of the question, what is marvelous about this is the economy of it!
 Erik Satie
Joined: 12/26/2009
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Posted: 1/23/2010 9:05:59 PM
she followed me here
this game is designed to hurt
widely held belief
twisted fabric of nature
lies seen in your eyes
maps will tell us location
in over your head
you found your sense of humor
master of disguise
raven perches right outside
port side right away
theological despair
made a curse upon this land
explosions came quick
further down the rabbit hole
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/23/2010 9:36:58 PM
erik, welcome! Thanks for the poem/gift...you have eyes just like an old boyfriend, Dean....since I always thought he had beautiful eyes, that's a compliment...

Jer, I've been reading Gary Zukav Soul Stories...who knows what profound truths I'm internalizing in my shallow little heart?

The wheel

At midnite the sky cleared:
the runway was open

I thought you'd never come
and I'd be here alone
but oh, I was hoping

and I stand on the mountain
of fear I had to climb -
preconceived notions,
things undone a gnawing ache
I had to leave behind

forgotten consciousness awakes
another self to bind
as latent soul I find

LS 11/28/09
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 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/24/2010 7:54:45 AM

The wheel

At midnite the sky cleared:
the runway was open

I thought you'd never come
and I'd be here alone
but oh, I was hoping

and I stand on the mountain
of fear I had to climb -
preconceived notions,
things undone a gnawing ache
I had to leave behind

forgotten consciousness awakes
another self to bind
as latent soul I find


Your "shallow little heart" my Aunt Fanny!
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/24/2010 7:55:47 AM
Two Propositions
1

One can see the tentacles of reason
creep about, beaten back, at times,
by theory, even benevolent theory
and ideology, those graven images
of the over-impassioned heart.

2

Thought itself is a metaphor
for something not yet here,
not quite here, not altogether
here, but forever being called into being...

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 Brizo
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Posted: 1/24/2010 10:25:54 AM
pretty deep there Jer...

I'll have to reread them and think about them for awhile so I can understand what you were trying to say...although interpretation is so odd, because what I think you were trying to say might not actually be what you were trying to say...

There are times I go back and read your stuff and a lightbulb goes off, and something I hadn't seen before is illuminated...ah, there are so many layers to thought and speech...

At any rate, they're very good...
 climber83
Joined: 12/23/2009
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Posted: 1/24/2010 3:14:59 PM

Two Propositions
1

One can see the tentacles of reason
creep about, beaten back, at times,
by theory, even benevolent theory
and ideology, those graven images
of the over-impassioned heart.

2

Thought itself is a metaphor
for something not yet here,
not quite here, not altogether
here, but forever being called into being...


This poem reminded me of something a music teacher said
"loose your mind and gain control"

Hi Brizo, hope you don't mind me laying a piece of cracked philosophy here-

all pieces of something whole
shattered matter charged at the soul
the positive negative push and pull
understanding direction illusions control
touch to friction burn to thrust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
soil to stone, metal to rust
the wind will hold it's wander lust
in a whole, what causes the binary fission?
what charges the quantum's random decision?
what draws a finger to the flame?
what draws a stock from the grain?
where stillness would bring a fall to the lean
satisfaction would bring a close to the scene
and the answers would bring a man to his knees
life is held in the empty between
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/25/2010 11:39:59 AM
all pieces of something whole
shattered matter charged at the soul
the positive negative push and pull
understanding direction illusions control
touch to friction burn to thrust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
soil to stone, metal to rust
the wind will hold it's wander lust
in a whole, what causes the binary fission?
what charges the quantum's random decision?
what draws a finger to the flame?
what draws a stock from the grain?
where stillness would bring a fall to the lean
satisfaction would bring a close to the scene
and the answers would bring a man to his knees
life is held in the empty between


Also presuming on Brizo's tolerance I'd like to say this is both wise and beautiful.
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/25/2010 6:03:59 PM
and the answers would bring a man to his knees
life is held in the empty between


the answer is god, or creation...IMO...and god is an elegant mathematician...

according to string theory (if I understand it correctly) it is neither empty nor finite, as in beginning or end...so the between can stretch forevah....

Sorry, I've been thinking about time, souls, the galaxy etc...so some of my thought processes can seem a little hippy dippy...

oops, and welcome climber83, with that fine poem! Thanks!
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dune

In the winds of life,
in the depth of changes
she arranges allegiance
like shifting sand
driven compass
of inner demand
she tumbles and drifts
in and out of your hand

LS 12/01/09
Age of Innocence
 climber83
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Posted: 1/26/2010 12:34:35 AM
^Thanks! My poem was sloppy and amateur but the effort counts for something.

I more saw God or creation as the question to be accepted and enjoyed rather than answered.
The empty between would be...um... allowance?

I get hippy dippy as well, or trippy dippy, one of the two.

I don't need to tell you that your words are beautiful, meaningful and graceful
"like shifting sand
driven compass
of inner demand"

Anyways, just passing through,
Thanks for letting me share :)
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/26/2010 6:31:16 PM
My poem was sloppy and amateur but the effort counts for something


your poem was neither sloppy nor amateur...I enjoyed the use of non typical words in your rhymes, and the elevation of thought process to something profound and meaningful.

Please, stop back anytime....I'll be looking forward to it.

I guess I always think of god as the pause between the breaths of the universe...
 hummingbirddancing
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Posted: 1/26/2010 7:40:48 PM
Hi Brizooo :)

Intense
blood hitting walls
we said nothing
at all!

Sick and red
obodies dead.
Alive is the deal.
Nothin to feel.

Inside it is white;
nothin inside bright.
I want to know you ;
let me roll it to yu.
 60to70
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Posted: 1/26/2010 11:00:47 PM
Autumn leafs do not resist.
When I fall, I surely will not roll...
I especially will not roll to anybody.
With some kind of hope, some kind of grace
falling into forever. beyond, I cannot say.

Just one moment, before I go.
I love you.
 60to70
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Posted: 1/26/2010 11:33:24 PM
You should only attempt to be Cohen. Surely Jerr may deny. But that is an entirely different matter. That is his business. You have no stake in anything other than your viewpoint. And believe it or not, your viewpoint is not free from some good stinging arrows. For sure. Check out Cohen. Can you match his words?? Show me.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/27/2010 11:44:51 AM

i am just teasing...an old debate with a cool guy

in a really cool chick's thread...
which i am enjoying sifting through
including reading your words 60to 70 (some great stuff...btw)

peace to everybody


You sound like thirteen other guys (at last count) who were on here, maybe, a total of three nano-seconds...

Yours,
DNC (definitely not Cohen)
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/28/2010 4:43:30 PM
Jer and K, you two mock bickering is making me smile...almost like old times....I've never told either of you this but the both of you and your discussions and banter and encouragement are what drove me to write again. Thank You.

Soon, 60to70's writing is really good, isn't it? (it is girl, it is...) I always enjoy it...and I'm always impressed...becoming a songwriter is my dream. One I have no idea how to go about achieving. But I could put my rhyming to good use, lol...

Hummingbird...not sure which blood you're talking about. I read it a few times but it's going over my head, lol....not that that's real hard to do...and Let Me Roll It To You is my favorite Wings song, among so many...Feel Like Letting Go is another sexy one...

the next two are from goofing off in first/last with Rory...*sigh* he hardly ever comes on...he always writes about such interesting stuff, too...
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and St Vitus dances on heads of pins
if he slips off he'll whack his shins
he does the herky jerky dance
and twitches in his underpants

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the turgid poker of pique is pawed
are you saying my last line is flawed?
he could have had erectile dysfunction
in the part of his trunk
that forms a conjunction
so the only part that wouldn't dance
was the flaccid flesh
inside his pants
now wouldn't that be too ironic
if his phallic icon
failed iconic
his irritation
would be chronic


<div class='quote'>life...
the universe...
well...
everything...

omg, I finally got it...that's the title to a Douglas Adams book... remember reading it.... :)

so, are you going to tell me it's 42?
 60to70
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Posted: 1/29/2010 12:46:29 AM
I know I am a woman
attendant first of all
to my cycles...cursed, no, blessed
I used to watch each month carving
out one other piece of my limited...was it?
Soul. On the first day I released the flow...
I sprang like a gazelle into some fertile sky.
Be quiet men. Be quiet. Touch me with understanding.

I knew I was a woman when I felt your primitive fingers
inside, not anywhere outside, listen, inside of me you grew.
spit out, grinded out, released into a vortex, into something more
than just one sunset, I was a woman when I accepted
conceived. you, all of you.

I knew you were this man
that entered me, you were this man who grayed.
I am lucky I saw you change.
Into this practical dance, dance can be short.
I knew I was this woman who tangled happily.

I knew I was this woman who answered knocking
on my metamorphical mind, I was this woman
who knelt, who never cried foul.
Upon each master, until this final command.
I go, I leave. I am done. I am the leaf in autumn, before Winter.

When I have drifted into the ground, will I remember
how powerful was each flow
that ceased into each child I released
until I can walk upon this sky knowing
below becomes what you also grew
when you entered.

I am a woman, name one..just one
that has no mother. Name one
that also has no father. I am woman
I know no fear of death.
Why? I grew you.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 1/29/2010 7:28:50 AM

er and K, you two mock bickering is making me smile...almost like old times....I've never told either of you this but the both of you and your discussions and banter and encouragement are what drove me to write again. Thank You.


By "k" do you maybe mean Kafka? 'Cause this other "k" makes Kafka look like someone who got written up in The National Inquirer!
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