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Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 226
AlefPage 15 of 15    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)
My people were reborn
in the letter Alef
which gave birth to bet,
gimmel, daled...

Alef was A-dam,
made of adamah
which is earth.
Bet was ben-Adam
“son of Adam,” son of man,
that is, human..

My people are of earth
and were reborn
after Auschwitz, Buchenwald,
Chelmno, Dachau, &c.,
the whole alphabet
of calculated human bestiality.

Reborn, not so much when they were returned
to Eretz Israel, the “land of Israel,” the earth
of Israel, but when they unearthed the Hebrew tongue
from its 2,000 year sleep,
and found their beloved Alef
once again!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 227
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 9:52:45 AM
Sent: Monday, February 16, 2009 7:30 AM
Subject: She is at peace now ...

It is with a sad heart that I am letting you know of Donna's passing this morning around 6:30 am. Our cousin stayed the night with Donna and was there to comfort her.

Donna's sister Sandra
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 228
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RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:07:58 AM
AT THE CANCER CLINIC: born from his own experience, fighting cancer

She is being helped toward the open door
that leads to the examining rooms
by two young women I take to be her sisters.
Each bends to the weight of an arm
and steps with the straight, tough bearing
of courage. At what must seem to be
a great distance, a nurse holds the door,
smiling and calling encouragement.
How patient she is in the crisp white sails
of her clothes. The sick woman
peers from under her funny knit cap
to watch each foot swing scuffing forward
and take its turn under her weight.
There is no restlessness or impatience
or anger anywhere in sight. Grace
fills the clean mold of this moment
and all the shuffling magazines grow still.

Ted Kooser

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
"Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

By Henry Van Dyke, a 19th Century clergyman, educator, poet, and religious writer.


Goodbye, Donna...we'll miss you....
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 229
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:28:27 AM
Oh, Brizo, did you know that she loved Ted Kouser? That I downloaded every one of his poems I could find and sent them to her one by one in the daily emails she and I used to exchange!

How did you die, Donna?
How did so much life,
love, wit, aspiration,
avidness to read
and learn and communicate
come to such a screeching halt?

Those crazed, miscued cells
just chewed you up
sinew by ligament by bone
burrowing, tunnelling, attacking
head on. Those crazy fu*kers,
mindless, Godless, with no agenda
other than multiply, destroy and
multiply, they nickle-&-dimed you
out of the life
that at one time had been a veritable
Fort Knox,
a treasury from which you dispensed
love and wisdom to all
who came and asked or
didn’t even ask
but you sensed their need

The only meaning
of this goddamned
so-called “poem”
is that you will never see it
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 230
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RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:59:58 AM
well, I would suggest the title of her thread, Between Worlds indicates that Donna herself thinks there is more than one, and so I'm thinking she is headed to the better one...

I love Ted Kooser too, the least pretentious poet I've ever read. Good looking in a rugged way, too...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 231
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 4:02:18 PM
I've been so hungry for contact ever since I got the news. I wrote this a short while ago but don't think/know if it's complete:

Now, with the loss of your voice
I seek out a hundred other voices
to equal your sweetness,
your quiet strength,
your almost religious faith
in reason...
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 232
Donna, the day before
Posted: 2/16/2009 5:33:44 PM
A silence settles back
over the day just past, a day
I spent talking, to everyone within reach,
of my grief over the imminent death
of my friend. I talked
and talked
and everyone was sympathetic

but my grief was not assuaged

and my words and theirs
were swallowed up by the silence
encroaching from later on
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 233
?where is my love?
Posted: 2/17/2009 2:07:52 PM
Dear Seanymphriding &c. I can't cut & paste via this browser but that is such a glorious, loving poem! Via another browser I will cut it plus some of Donna's poem to add to a compilation I'm making for her sister and mother.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 234
Talking with Donna
Posted: 2/19/2009 1:16:22 PM
You may talk with hundreds
and still feel unheard,
unassuaged, or

you can talk with one
and feel as if hundreds
have been listening attentively
storming love your way
Wonderful recollection, Autumn!

I've compiled a collection of Donna's poems that were posted here, but at something like 20 plus pages it would be too long to send as a PM. If anyone would like a copy, they should PM me their email address and whether they'd prefer the attachment in Words 6.0/7.0 for Windows or in rtf (Rich Text Format).

Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 235
Talking with Donna
Posted: 2/19/2009 4:07:29 PM
alosha ..... i'd love to read donna's poems but i can't access you here ..... age & gender .....send me your email and i'll send mine back to you. thanks.....
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 236
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Talking with Donna
Posted: 2/23/2009 5:41:13 PM
ravin asked me to post this for her.....

What do we come here for
if not to express
as eloquently as we dare
just who we are?

What do we come here for
if not to address
our souls yearning to share
what we have learned so far?

For what reason are we here
if not to impress,
to all the world declare
set our highest bar?

It is why we are.
Our soul’s success
is being fully aware
of shining our brightest star.

She did.

The heavens will have even better poetry to download to us with her there....

Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 237
Rest In Peace Donna (CdnReader)
Posted: 2/24/2009 9:23:17 AM
Sometimes, a poem is not enough.
Breakfast, lunch, supper
are not enough.
Deeply treasured contacts
with good and loving friends
are not altogether good enough,

but one last post-mortem
conversation with you
would be enough

to last until I longed
for just one more
Joined: 2/9/2009
Msg: 238
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Between world
Posted: 2/24/2009 1:09:30 PM
As the sun is genlty rising
A new dawn awakes
But the clouds are quickly circling
Over my heart as it slowly breaks

The birds are singing softly
But my heart is icy cold
The children outside are playing
My sanity I try to hold

I know I have to move on
with each and every new day
Lost alone and confused
Why is it again you didnt stay?

Remembering the times
When I tasted your lips
The protective embrace
Your sweet sweet kiss

In my world
you were the air that I breathe
The fire in my heart
My reason to live

Did I imagine it
Or am I blind to you still
I hope you will return to me
Tho I dont think you will

Im stuck in between
Two worlds, dont belong
Frozen in time
I just cant move on

Thoughts of you
Are filling my head
As I rise to the morning
Try to get out of bed

Where are you now
Do you miss me sometimes
The answers to my questions
I know I wont find

A new world is waiting
If I could just sieze the day
Move on from the old world
Where I was betrayed

Where will it take me
What course will there be
When in this new world
there is only just me

Ode to the gone
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