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Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 21
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There are a number of lines here that are heart-breaking!

... a woman who knows her vulnerability
And her heart
Must stop and see every droplet of water
In the stream
The fish, the rocks and all that lies beneath the current
Before she dares to lay down her desires


If only men could think
What would they want for their own daughters?
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 23
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 4:55:29 PM

we have all been hurt at times in our life and it is what makes us stronger

That's what we like to believe, but I think it's just as likely that those who have the will to survive reach in for some strength they hadn't used before... while those who were conditioned to be victims just sit back and smugly say: "See? I knew I was going to be hurt and betrayed... and will be for as long as I live."
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 26
Summer's End
Posted: 9/20/2006 6:11:14 PM
This is lovely, Autumn, especially as - without having met you - I can hear and feel your voice in it.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 56
Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:32:30 PM
As a seedling in the rain,
as the child that first knows pain,
growth isn’t always steady or sure
and the pure sometimes emerges from the impure.
We struggle along on the course we’re on,
hoping that the light in the distance heralds dawn.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 64
Summer's End
Posted: 9/29/2006 8:21:42 AM
To play in your dreams
invite the happiest friends you remember,
a quirky one or two
who had a goofy smile
and the first boy you ever loved
and wish for him the twin
you never had.

Invite all the children you ever stopped
to wonder at, the brightness of their eyes
providing all the illumination you need.
Through leafy trees the dapple of sunlight
falls across the fields, and all is well.
All is very, very well...
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 67
The age of innocence
Posted: 10/1/2006 12:07:10 PM
Those who bring peace with them
find it again and again
as if it were their long-lost
loving twin...
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 75
Visions of Youth
Posted: 10/3/2006 4:49:37 AM
Two children of the night:
one dark, one light.
For it is always by the other
that we define ourselves.
Even in a gay relationship,
one must be female, the other male.
Choose your dark side
carefully, choose whom you love,
with whom you will fight,
for by your dark
we shall know your light...
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 77
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/3/2006 10:31:43 AM
My friendship is the gift I give you
in exchange for the gift of who you are.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 80
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/3/2006 1:25:10 PM

Like a shy girl at the dance
standing demurely, wanting to be noticed...

is wonderful!
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 88
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/7/2006 1:05:11 PM
Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire in school, half
of it out of date
and half of the other half, untrue.

Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire from our parents
which, whatever else it is,
is that we are loved.

Blessed is the knowledge
we acquire from our peers
who acquired it from their peers
in ss and sneers.

Blessed is the knowledge,
above all, that we seem
to have been born with
but never knew we had
until someone comes along
and brings it out in us.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 96
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/8/2006 8:41:18 AM
You were "bad" last night
the better to be good
all day...

If God were a poet
I think you'd be one of his rhymes...
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 100
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/9/2006 1:00:19 PM
The lesson I think we owe our children
and those of our friends who care to learn from us
is to be most fully ourselves.
Then they, perhaps, will be
not like us but like themselves...

After his death Reb Hirsch appeared before the Bar of Judgment where he was asked to give an account of his life. Well, he said, unfortunately, he had not been as brave as Moses, as learned as Maimonides or as wise as Rabbi Hillel, or–
The examining angel interrupted him:
“You will not be judged according to other men, but as to whether you were the best Reb Hirsch you could possibly have been.”
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 101
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/9/2006 4:37:02 PM
Daw-ling! Apropos
I resolve to be the best I can be

bear in mind Mae West's immortal words "When I'm good I'm very good, but when I'm bad I'm even better!"

Oui certainment cafe en Montreal...
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 116
The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 10/14/2006 9:45:12 AM

Love is the elixir
Which takes us out of ourselves
To shine through another.

Oh my! How fine that is!
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 147
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/23/2006 11:02:54 AM
Neo Topos, those last four lines are incomprehensible.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 148
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/23/2006 1:36:12 PM
Your poem to "An Unborn Child" is so moving! Thanks. Would it interest you perhaps to write one as if BY that unborn child?
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 196
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/6/2006 4:34:24 PM
A rememberance.....

A nightlite, that fragrance
that filled your room
the dim light
softly reflecting off your cheek

My nitely ritual
once done out of love
has become a meadow
ever in spring
subtlely calling out to me

Here, a spring
it's clear untainted waters
gently flow out

I run my hand thru you angel hair
and I fly
into the Age of Innocence

I sit with it for a time
bless the health of this child of mine
and pray to have this meadow
for as long as possible

With silent vows
and a promise
I kiss you goodnight
and notice how the weary day
has fallen away
like melting snow
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 201
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/6/2006 11:02:55 PM
Autumn... TY... was it romantic ???... it was a rememberance of going into my kids room to check on him before going to bed..... hard to 'see' your own stuff from the outside sometimes... let me know
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 203
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/8/2006 1:04:09 PM
GOL... won't tell promise... it's for parents only.
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 211
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/9/2006 4:31:23 PM
Autmn... sorry to hear this... prayers and grace I give up for you and your mother
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 217
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/10/2006 1:32:44 PM
Will do Autumn... good luck
Joined: 2/10/2006
Msg: 220
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/10/2006 11:52:11 PM
Autumn.... I want to pass along to you something that came thru me in a similar circumstance as yours...... I offer it as one who has traveled down a similar road and can well guess what is going thru your soul right now.


will you not spare us
will you give no reprieve

I done all I can and still
you stand over us

why... why now...




I know........

it's me

asking, from your sword
to be spared
this deep thrust

I know it's natural
I know it's inevitable
I know it's unavoidable
I know it's life

I know,I know, I know..........................I...........know

and I don't care right now
I don't care who says they know
I don't care who says they understand
I DON'T CARE .........

how could they really know

words.... more ****ing words


I reach for them...........words

solace........ please

thru the deepest of my crying
they come.........

they rise .......................echo's....................... grace..............

I hear them


"it is night that makes us rejoice the dawn
it is fear that makes us admire courage
it is time that makes a host into a guest
it is death that makes living so sweet

without black there is no white
without loss there is no gain
without pain there is no joy
how otherwise could it be ?

in love, in life
there must be opposites
for otherwise no pleasures exist
it is the WAY
has been from the begining.........."


Words...... words so true
reminding me that where now
I stand, many have stood
and suffered deep
agonized much....... and in time
rejoiced all the more because

words ..........truth............solace

I will...............

I will let life be life
I will accept
I will hurt
and is meant to be
as is the way....

live all the more


my thoughts and prayers are with you and your mother.
Joined: 6/12/2005
Msg: 230
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/12/2006 6:50:06 PM
if only each of us who
have come to know you
and love you from afar
from words tapped
and read from screens
blazing across miles
oceans mountains and streams
could envelope you tenderly
and cry with you
silent screams
waiting for pain enending
to lessen even if ever so slightly
i am certain many of us would indeed
do anything, just anything i mean
within our power;
but powerless we be
to help you better than we seem
to make november
sweet one more

so very sorry i am here
to learn again
just how empty
words can sometimes seem
while many of us here
love them dearly so
yourself one amazingly
strong and beautiful woman
inside and out
we know you
and we grieve with you too
these days as eve of holidays
and celebration
honoring love hope faith
i know many send you
the grace of these
and more
knocking bursting even
on the very door
to your heart
once more
Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 293
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/29/2006 12:46:51 AM
Autumn, with your forgiveness, I originally published this at Goats Ornarium, but upon reflection realized that it had your name and, as we live close together, was written with our geographical night in mind. Really it belongs in your thread.

Autumn Fantasies delight

At least I think it's autumn.

Feels more like cotton-candy being made
Just not so tingley warm and pink.

Or a nap on the couch
Reading something heavy
Covered in too-few pillows.

Or Ebeneezers bedroom
Somehow cold, somehow hot;
Somewhere that's nowhere
Yet everything it's not.

Feels like a 19th century matron
After she's scalded the world to right
And sits alone, upright, sipping tea.
From an antique, chipped cup.

Or the look a serviceman gives
To another
After looking at a picture of his child
Just before the sortie heads out.

It's nowhere, it's everwhere
It's lost and can't be found.

Except perhaps
By the eyes
Of a child
In a photograph.


*Bit somber tonight; Fog lies over everything. Dank, not really cold, just...a ghostly shade of chill.*
Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 296
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The Age of Innocence
Posted: 11/29/2006 6:48:24 PM
Glad you guys liked that one. Alyosha, I was going for the double feel of antique porcelin, but chipped--something that would irritate the grand matron to know end. A chink in her pride for the hubris to leak out.

Will contribute later. Now a board that once brought an Asian emperor down who foolishly ageed to a peasants simple payment of 1 grain of rice doubled per each square beckons me to test my wit.

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