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 andover1111
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Yea, though I walkPage 20 of 22    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22)
soft sincere applause
the sound of two hands clapping
the whispered yes I hear you
coming only occasionally
when the urge to acknowledge
irresistibly forces one
to reach out of the darkness
providing the rare and cherished
bravo
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 477
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/16/2010 7:52:42 AM
Wow, Andover, many thanks for what I take to be this tribute.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 478
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/16/2010 9:42:38 PM
I especially am fond of whispers
they brush your cheek, softly, then.
with a bravado interrupted by life
I am especially fond of premises
waiting to be built.
Here intertwine your fingers with mine
we are going to dance.
Who dances better than the one?
Who forgot the nuances?
Which will sink you, unless you agree
that each kite that sailed
took me away? Oh...I dance
until I cannot and then. Let me rest.
Before I do...a great big earring in my ear
red shoes on my feet....an ear to hear
my tasks done. then... Dance with me.
Until I answer...care? Tried.
Good enough. Put the music on.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 479
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/17/2010 4:55:32 AM
To 60 for this and to LyricMath for "Dance," thank you both
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/21/2010 7:40:43 PM
I sidestepped my heart
when I said I do
blinded by the rush of propriety
I did what I thought I should, what I must.
Paper is the first anniversary gift
does it count if it is in pieces
torn apart,
blown away,
like dust?

Ca va cheri?
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 481
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/21/2010 8:38:54 PM
Cheri...
Avanti...excellenti...
away, dust is replaced
in cycles, one is not another...
when you gaze into life
all becomes like a gazelle
replacing one bit of land
for another. So rises another day.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 482
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/23/2010 10:14:04 AM
Dear Pickles & 60: Thank you for allowing me and others to eavesdrop on your conversation.
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/24/2010 4:22:43 PM
With a calculated tenderness
you brushed my hair from my face and
for a moment everything was
then
the tendril sprung back
demonstrating the power of hair products
you can't even pronounce
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 484
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/25/2010 7:36:07 AM
Dear Pickles, thank you for this elliptical and somewhat enigmatic poem.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 485
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/25/2010 9:46:30 PM
I am tired.
Until your hand found...
my hair, with a gentle stroking
I awoke.
Stroke me into understanding
why I understood
just about everything.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 486
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/26/2010 5:00:07 AM
Dear 60, I do love the ambiguity of the final

"I understood
just about everything..."

Thank you.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 487
A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 7:26:50 AM
Mustn’t we have a one in whom to confide
that we overpaid for the pears
that we brought home
and so our heart is sore?

It isn’t much of a confession, is it, but it
is everything. “Those pears,
oh, those pears, darling,
how can I have been such a fool?”

And it isn’t, you know
(and I know you know
and it comforts me more than I can tell you
to know that) - but as I was saying,
it isn’t just those pears
but that this isn’t the first time I’ve been careless
or absent-minded or neglectful.

And I’m sorry, love.
I hope you know
how sorry I really am...
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 9:20:40 AM
jackdaw

bling
I am dazzled by
the gifts
you throw me
distractions
so you don't have
to know me?
I cannot be bought
or even rented
I will catch
your shiny things
(though they were baited)
I just want you to know
I wasn't blinded

LS 2/14/11
 Trulio
Joined: 12/26/2005
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 11:16:38 PM
sounds so chaste
once we have made it
together as if we were suddenly thrust
into the same room, situation, and had no other recourse
but to
 Trulio
Joined: 12/26/2005
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 11:17:18 PM
sounds so chaste
once we have made it
together as if we were suddenly thrust
into the same room, situation, and had no other recourse
but to
 Trulio
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 11:21:33 PM
suddenly now there is no recourse
there is no you and there is no me
and nothing shall inherit this mud

sticks and stones

he is only 9 years old
one of his arms and hands grasps
that which only resembles

a foundling a thing
and it is not yet straight
or defined

yet i like it immensely
 Trulio
Joined: 12/26/2005
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 11:34:07 PM
One cannot play pool by using a rope as pool cue. One cannot push a rope.
To understand the elemental excresence of the phenomenon of the subject
reflection, the perceiver

that the narrator explain &
describe things using objects that are becoming, intuitive, celebratory in
experience, even if they are notional, abstract, and of the realm of ideas.

The ncestors were Harvard scholars, studied ancient Greek and Latin,

trained in theology. I would not have known that had my mother not been interested in
geneology.

What makes the experience of being human, the experience of the
human condition so remarkable is the diversity of perspectives that occur
with in time and space, but not idyllically as experienced as symbolic space and time but the as 'the event' or being there.

We do not do anything but inhabit: objects, situations, circumstances, imbroglios and they are not removed distinct objects separate from other objects but they actually
exist because of the diversity of perspectives (and they have many aspects)
that occur, so much so that that each object has the equivalent of the
invisible in it.

Remember the Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison, "I yam what I
yam", and if you want a sequel to "La Nausee" by Sartre then you should
read the "Invisible Man" . It 'is' the object, is it so visible, it is behind us and
is not disclosed amongst others unless it is alone, as it is perceived; and there are many
objects, which are inhabited, resided in.

The in-itself is what it is precisely because
it lacks, it has an effect, it is lacking a perceiver and there are lots of in-itselfs - magma in the earth,
the nerves in the forearms...even though science can study every thing
about nerves... the nerves in our arms remain unstudied.
 teeantee
Joined: 6/14/2010
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 11:50:49 PM
'My Valentine'

Loving
reminiscent sweet
candy calls tasted wings
hungering violin concerto
playing

together
conquered not
mountains
simply risen
above, beyond
symphony

strings
heart plucked
winds whistling
percussion heart beat
secure precious
womb

castled
walls tumbled
fortress within
deep oceans
pleasing
love
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/15/2011 3:22:41 AM
wrote this here last night, but did not post it here...
thought to now with a few edits to better shape it...



ode to valentine's day


a love day
becomes a love night

so why is this night different
from all other nights?.....well.....

on this night we honour the birth of love
remembering those who have loved before
and those who will love in days to come

re-membering our parts in carrying
this energy to each and every one

energy dearest to our hearts
filling us with compassion

so we rejoice in letting
love feed our soul
and fill our bowl

and become
our life
goal
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 495
A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/15/2011 10:16:45 PM
there was a time
I vowed I would never
react ...to anything.

baby blue
hair on your arms
level gaze
firm voice.

another time
long past a point
connecting
to nothing other than grace.

baby blue
an opera sings an aura
for each time I loved you.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 496
The Overcoat
Posted: 3/7/2011 1:38:00 PM
Thank you, 60 my dear friend...

_______________

The Overcoat

Sometimes you can feel a poet
shoulder his way into a poem
as if it were a favourite
old overcoat that had never failed
to protect him against the rain, sleet
or heartbreak. He slips into it,
sleeve by sleeve. There’s lint,
a few overlooked pieces of change,
a once relevant shopping list
in the pockets and the hem
reaches an almost negligible iinch
closer to his ankles.
It might have adapted itself
to fit any one of a number of men once,
but now it has come to fit
just the one man, perfectly.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 497
The Overcoat
Posted: 3/8/2011 11:51:04 PM
Oh....how very beautiful
I take this to my sleep with abundant gratefulness.
Nice, so very nice ..loved the "relevant shopping list"
yep.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 498
The Overcoat
Posted: 3/10/2011 3:01:48 PM
Many thanks, 60to70. The "once relevant shopping list" was a bit of a mystery to me when it suggested itself but indeed felt right. I made some adjustments to the line-breaks, so that it now reads:

Sometimes you can feel a poet
shoulder his way into a poem
as if it were a favourite old overcoat
that had never failed to protect him
against the rain, sleet or heartbreak.
He slips into it, sleeve by sleeve.
There’s lint, a few overlooked pieces of change,
a once relevant shopping list
in the pockets and the hem
reaches an almost negligible inch
closer to his ankles.
It might have adapted itself
to fit any one of a number of men once,
but now it has come to fit
just the one man, perfectly.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 499
The Overcoat
Posted: 3/10/2011 8:41:56 PM
Line-breaks and et al. Still like it. I see the value in improvement, I also see the value in not touching one word as it came. Yet, an unpolished diamond is just a diamond in the raw. So be it. The tension between what is said and not touched and what is said and refined is where all is settled...and not that peacefully. smile.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 500
A sallow Khasid
Posted: 5/29/2011 9:40:58 AM
Many thanks, 60


A sallow Khasid
on a cold spring day
glanced appraisngly at me
as I drove by.
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