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oldviolin
Location: esse quam videri Gender:
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Apr 18, 2010 - 1:22am |
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The Fish
Dark the sea was: but I saw him, One great head with goggle eyes, Like a diabolic cherub Flying in those fallen skies.
I have heard the hoarse deniers, I have known the wordy wars; I have seen a man, by shouting, Seek to orphan all the stars. I have seen a fool half-fashioned Borrow from the heavens a tongue, So to curse them more at leisure— —And I trod him not as dung. For I saw that finny goblin Hidden in the abyss untrod; And I knew there can be laughter On the secret face of God. Blow the trumpets, crown the sages, Bring the age by reason fed! (He that sitteth in the heavens, 'He shall laugh'—the prophet said.)
G.K. Chesterton
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justin_thyme
Location: Windward O`ahu, Hawai`i Gender:
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Apr 17, 2010 - 5:18pm |
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An Athenian Reminisces by Vassar Miller
Yes, I remember Paul, his ugly face Alive with joy, his stooping shoulders seeming Straighter somehow as if his words had driven A rod of iron down his spine. “My friends, The Unknown God to whom you rear an altar I now declare!” So, he proceeded to Domesticate the Mystery. He’s dead You say, beheaded by that madman Nero. No doubt he scarcely felt the blade strike through The bone so padded was he with conviction. Courageous man! Yet now that I am old I’m not so sure that one can be as sure As Paul. At any rate, I’ve never caught The Unknown God at leisure in His rooms. Nor spied Him in the middle of His labors, Although my bruise-bewildered brain would like to. Whether or not He makes the crooked paths straight, I’ve had to hack mine out as sorry-best I might. Christ died for us, Paul taught? How strange A god should think a man’s requirements so Excessive. All that I need is space, Not so much larger, really, than a cat’s To ease my cramped limbs in the sun a little. Well, well, the names of God are beautiful— Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Mithra, Astarte, Isis, now Father, Son, and Holy Ghost— So many screens behind which he eludes us. And though stout-hearted Pauls may claim the Quarry, Pet of their pieties, they may as well Drag home with them a shadow by the neck.
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 16, 2010 - 1:38pm |
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Vigil ~ Dennis O'Driscoll ~
Life is too short to sleep through. Stay up late, wait until the sea of traffic ebbs, until noise has drained from the world like blood from the cheeks of the full moon. Everyone else around you has succumbed: they lie like tranquillised pets on a vet's table; they languish on hospital trolleys and friends' couches, on iron beds in hostels for the homeless, under feather duvets at tourist B&Bs. The radio, devoid of listeners to confide in, turns repetitious. You are your own voice-over. You are alone in the bone-weary tower of your bleary-eyed, blinking lighthouse, watching the spillage of tide on the shingle inlet. You are the single-minded one who hears time shaking from the clock's fingertips like drops, who watches its hands chop years into diced seconds, who knows that when the church bell tolls at 2 or 3 it tolls unmistakably for you. You are the sole hand on deck when temperatures plummet and the hull of an iceberg is jostling for prominence. Your confidential number is the life-line where the sedated long-distance voices of despair hold out muzzily for an answer. You are the emergency services' driver ready to dive into action at the first warning signs of birth or death. You spot the crack in night's façade even before the red-eyed businessman on look-out from his transatlantic seat. You are the only reliable witness to when the light is separated from the darkness, who has learned to see the dark in its true colours, who has not squandered your life.
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 16, 2010 - 12:56pm |
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Poems For Machu Picchu 1 Offering My breath to the wind That caresses Machu Picchu - A song to the Sun 2 Spirit Sings. Harmony, Bliss, Joy. My soul dances love on your peaks. Thank you Blessed one. 3 Blessed free My small time on earth Eternal sits Machu Picchu Watching me climb her 4 Peaks abound Awe ancient in-site Wisdom transcending time for all Embrace the beauty 5 We're sorry Earth, please forgive us We knew not what we did, but now We choose to heal us.Precious Life, May we honor you by becoming that which is Whole, Knowing, and Healing.My brother and sister mountains, thank you for inspiration and abundant blessings. 6 My mother I quake for you now As bridge in the golden light is Releasing your sounds. 7 Before me Stands nobility Generosity soars above Beauty flows within 8 Peace to All May Love be here now With no confusion and drama And wisdom arise! 9 Sending Prayers As smoke in the wind Machu Picchu Blessing for you May you stay Sacred 10 Beneath words open ancient Ways that humanity might awaken, remembering love.Earth mother, teach our DNA to celebrate being in form and so honor you.Sky father, here we rise to meet and breathe in your quickening wind — earthstuff rejoicing. 11 Thanks, Parents! for Machu Picchu Wonder for all my Family I Sing these changes 12 Accepting Machu Picchu's light Brings my soul into Sun's delight Ending earth's dark night Satisfy My desire to love By finding stone path high above Open heart peaceful dove Forgiveness The gift of the Gods Singing the songs of old ones gone Above the cloud's tears I do fly Touching condor sky Life and death merging into one Earth's peace has begun 13 My horses Cadillac Solace Take me to stillness in the heart Let's gallop inside 14 A thank you To the Great Spirit Infusing the souls of the world With pure light and love 15 Swirling mists Hug Machu Picchu, Obscure vision of lost peoples Forgotten in time. Gentle rains Kiss the Mountain Shrine. Stone walls embrace ancient secrets. Mysteries endure.Hear me now Ancient ones long gone. Reveal your secrets in the stones. Unlock mysteries.Hear me now Over wind, rock, time. Ancient spirits of this mountain Step forward and speak.No voices. Stone monuments stand Protect unknowable missions Keep perfect silence.No one knows. Time veils memories. We stand humbly in wonderment. Knowledge, wisdom lost. 16 Offering My breath to the wind That caresses Machu Picchu A song to the Sun 17 Sending love Wishing you blessings May you continue forever Blessing all of life 18 Integrate Soul and Universe At one with all Life becoming A dance in the stars 19 Gratitude Swelling from the Heart For All, Loving Gifts of Nature Embracing Us, One. 20 Gracia Por eso canto Corazon de Machu Picchu Pachamama LuzGracia Por eso canto Condor y el aqu>la son en mi corazon 21 Giving Free Clouds Soft on My Face Green Emanating from my Hands Heart-Felt Healing Joy 22 Sacred Place The call of the HEART We knew each other long ago May we know again 23 Gratitude, children of Spirit, is a blessing for all people and a divine gift. Help us please to know divine love that patiently waits for us all to open our hearts. 24 Cloud Beings Sacred shapes of light Thank you for your spirit soul call to wake listen see 25 A blessing For all who gather On this day to be united In peace for our world. 26 Remember! Sacred mountain calls My heart's wings lift, beat home to you Beloved of my soul 27 Bless all life, That each day may be Better in all resonances, For the good of all Consciousness. 28 Otter-man Born from out of dream Swims into the dark starry sea, Back home, home to me. 29 As I stand at your etheric retreat top of Machu Picchu, Oh Lord Kuthumi, I thank you. I now let go of all my fears, making decisions that empower me. I follow my true passion of been a channel for Light and Love, healing animals. Make me an instrument of Love, a channel of Light, peace and joy. Thank you Inca Gods 30 The stonework at Cusco was all made to fit precise together to form a concrete wall of strength. Our human body is a gem of precision fit and engineering workmanship. Creator, please guide me to fit in life with all of humanity's plan 31 O mother I await the time when my feet hold your form to heart I sing to the sun 32 One alone Seeking other souls Finds a door in the universe To the heart of life. Together Rays along the path Setting the world ablaze with light Mother sings with joy. 33 Polar Bear We call upon you From the core of our being flow Words, songs, and rhythmsBrother Bear We speak words of love We sing you into existence We drum your heartbeatPolar Bear May you always dance Between being and nonbeing Forever Reborn 34 Gratitude Our hearts beat fully With love and thanks to Mother Earth For her loving care 35 Offering My soul to the Earth That embodies Machu Picchu - A song to the Stars. 1) Jade Wah'oo Grigori, 2) Shaeri Richards, 3) Cheryl Dunn, 4) Nik Shelton, 5) Daria Boissonnas, 6) Kim Nicholson-Messmer, 7) Lisa Starr, 8) Valerie Logsdon, 9) Joyce Eagle Cries, 10) Susanna Dorr, 11) Scott Johnson, 12) Steven Clemson, 13) Valerie Logsdon, 14) Linda Loparnos, 15) Fran Jamison, 16) Wanda Gozdz, 17) Debbie Emerson, 18) Marsha Adams, 19) Lusana Joy Hernández, 20) Stephen Maye, 21) Jonna Fujimoto, 22) Illia Lang, 23) Sue Mariconda, 24) Joan Johnson, 25) Teresa Fowler, 26) Aeyrie Silver Eagle, 27) Ingrid Wilson, 28) Tom Kenyon, 29) Bernadette De Wet, 30) Len De Wet, 31) JoAnn McDermott, 32) Terra Mar, 33) Michael Drake, 34) Annette K Johnson, 35) Jade Wah'oo Grigori
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Proclivities
Location: Paris of the Piedmont Gender:
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Apr 15, 2010 - 12:43pm |
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Little Orphant Annie INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION: To all the little children: - The happy ones; and sad ones; The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones; The good ones - Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board- an-keep; An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun, A-listenin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers, - An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess; But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout - An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin; An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'for she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin'bugs in dew is all squenched away, - You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear, An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! - James Whitcomb Riley - 1885
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 15, 2010 - 12:36pm |
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I Wandered Lonely as a CloudI wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth ~
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 14, 2010 - 10:32am |
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San Francisco Remembered ~ Philip Schultz ~
In summer the polleny light bounces off the white buildings & you can see their spines & nerves & where the joints knot. You've never seen such polleny light. The whole city shining & the women wearing dresses so thin you could see their wing-tipped hips & their tall silvery legs alone can knock your eye out. But this isn't about women. It's about the city of blue waters & fog so thick it wraps round your legs & leaves glistening trails along the dark winding streets. Once I followed such a trail & wound up beside this redheaded woman who looked up & smiled & let me tell you you don't see smiles like that in Jersey City. She was wearing a black raincoat with two hundred pockets & I wanted to put my hands in each one. But forget about her. I was talking about the fog which steps up & taps your shoulder like a panhandler who wants bus fare to a joint called The Paradise & where else could this happen? On Sundays Golden Gate Park is filled with young girls strolling the transplanted palms & imported rhododendron beds. You should see the sunset in their eyes & the sway, the proud sway of their young shoulders. Believe me, it takes a day or two to recover. Or the trolleys clanking down the steep hills-why you see legs flashing like mirrors! Please, Lord, please let me talk about San Francisco. How that gorilla of a bridge twists in the ocean wind & the earth turns under your feet & at any moment the whole works can crack & slip back into the sea like a giant being kicked off his raft & now, if it's all right, I would like to talk about women...
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oldviolin
Location: esse quam videri Gender:
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Apr 14, 2010 - 10:22am |
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The thick of tears need not drown the grieved For where a child rejoiced, the heart conceived Such is written in the book of life To read it well is to breathe free of strife
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 12, 2010 - 12:15pm |
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The Owl Beneath her nest, a shrew's head, a finch's beak and the bones of a quail attest the owl devours the hour, and disregards the rest. ~ Wendy Videlock ~
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 12, 2010 - 12:09pm |
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His Wifeby Andrew HudginsMy wife is not afraid of dirt. She spends each morning gardening, stooped over, watering, pulling weeds, removing insects from her plants and pinching them until they burst. She won't grow marigolds or hollyhocks, just onions, eggplants, peppers, peas - things we can eat. And while she sweats I'm working on my poetry and flute. Then growing tired of all that art, I've strolled out to the garden plot and seen her pull a tomato from the vine and bite into the unwashed fruit like a soft, hot apple in her hand. The juice streams down her dirty chin and tiny seeds stick to her lips. Her eye is clear, her body full of light, and when, at night, I hold her close, she smells of mint and lemon balm.
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 11, 2010 - 3:06am |
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At the Mystic AquariumStill sun blind, I wheel your chair through the darkened room to the largest tank, where hammerheads swim in the aquamarine glow, the torpedo of their bodies sleeking past you beyond the glass. Wanting respite from the heavy pushing, wanting unburdened time to take in the small brilliant lives of darting reef fish, for once, I leave you, brake on and safe. But when I turn away into the milling crowd, it is I who fall-only a few feet from you, tripping over a small girl, my body old, heavy, coming down on her, her arms flailing, trying to fight it back. She lets out a cry that rips straight through and her mother snatches her up, snaps at me in anger. Sorry. Sorry. I say again and again as I try with no luck to struggle to my feet, straining against the dark and the gravity, thinking how hard it is to rise from the downthrust of weight and age, aware of shame's bloodrush, tears beginning as if I were the hurt child, the one who needed saving. Suddenly I hate your wheelchair, the knees that will not hold you, your blocked heart. I want you here at my elbow, your hand pulling me up, your arm gripping my shoulder, comforts in my ear. But you've never even noticed, hooked as you are to the aqua light, flashing points of the teeth, the flat implacable eyes. ~ Patricia Fargnoli ~
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 8, 2010 - 12:57am |
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On the PhoneThat whooshing, watery, radio-being-tuned sound tells me he's outdoors on his way somewhere and I'd better talk fast. I can't remember the last time I phoned him without dreading that countdown to when he says, "I'm going into the subway, Dad, got to go." Lately, he even calls me from the street- a convenient way to keep his keeping in touch short. He's right- I'd talk to him for an hour, marching through my pent-up questions. It tires me, wanting him so much, the resistance with which he responds. I bet there's a girl out there he'd duck into a lobby to keep speaking to as long as she desired. Instead, he tells me that I'm breaking up, and there's a sound as if he's dropped the phone into a rushing river, which then pulls him in too, his life. ~ Michael Milburn ~
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 7, 2010 - 12:11am |
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Sittin' Alone in the MoonlightSittin' alone in the moonlight, Thinkin' of the days gone by, Wonderin' about my darlin'. I can still hear her sayin' good-bye. Oh, the moon glows pale as I sit here. Each little star seems to whisper and say, "Your sweetheart has found another, And now she is far, far away." ~ Bill Monroe ~
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Manbird
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Apr 6, 2010 - 1:17pm |
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samiyam wrote:The Skeletons in the ClosetThey sit politely behind the dresses fumbling through pockets, fingering the seams of evening gowns, looking not for a way in, but for a way out. How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight; the digits of their toes look like broken bits of blade from a Lilliputian's sword. What a handsome family they are: it's as if all their imperfections had fallen away with their flesh, it's as if they're finally perfect. But how they beg me to let them out. They say my closet is a flophouse, they threaten to put on wedding clothes or crash down the door when I'm naked. But I resist such threats and ploys; I'm no fool, and I know them well. When they whisper in falsetto voices it's to declare another war, or else, brittle and bowlegged, they'll dance in between the slacks and overcoats; they'll sing lewd songs and chew up my leather gloves, my ostrich boa. At night they scratch their long nails across the floor like white chalk upon a blackboard, and they hiss and sputter like hot oil dropped in water. When they think I'm asleep, I tiptoe to the keyhole to watch them feed on tear-stained sleeves and dirty laundry. Such things give them back their power. ~ Maurya Simon ~ Now this I dig!
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 6, 2010 - 1:15pm |
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The Skeletons in the ClosetThey sit politely behind the dresses fumbling through pockets, fingering the seams of evening gowns, looking not for a way in, but for a way out. How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight; the digits of their toes look like broken bits of blade from a Lilliputian's sword. What a handsome family they are: it's as if all their imperfections had fallen away with their flesh, it's as if they're finally perfect. But how they beg me to let them out. They say my closet is a flophouse, they threaten to put on wedding clothes or crash down the door when I'm naked. But I resist such threats and ploys; I'm no fool, and I know them well. When they whisper in falsetto voices it's to declare another war, or else, brittle and bowlegged, they'll dance in between the slacks and overcoats; they'll sing lewd songs and chew up my leather gloves, my ostrich boa. At night they scratch their long nails across the floor like white chalk upon a blackboard, and they hiss and sputter like hot oil dropped in water. When they think I'm asleep, I tiptoe to the keyhole to watch them feed on tear-stained sleeves and dirty laundry. Such things give them back their power. ~ Maurya Simon ~
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Apr 6, 2010 - 1:10pm |
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HandsMy grandfather grew up holding rags, pounding his fist into the pocket of a ball glove, gripping a plumb line for his father who built what anyone needed. At sixteen, wanting to work on his own, he lied about his age and for forty-nine years carried his lunch to the assembly line where he stood tightening bolts on air brake after air brake along the monotonous belt. I once asked him how he did that all those years. He looked at me, said, "I don't understand. It was only eight hours a day," then closed his fists. Every night after dinner and a pilsner, he worked some more. In the summer, he'd turn the clay, grow tomatoes, turnips, peas, and potatoes behind borders of bluebells and English daisies, and marigolds to keep away the rabbits. When the weather turned to frost, he went to the basement where, until the seeds came in March, he made perfect picture frames, each glistening with layers of sweet shellac. His hands were never bored. Even in his last years, arthritis locking every knuckle, he sat in the kitchen carving wooden houses you could set on a shelf, one after another, each one different. ~ Jack Ridl ~
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jadewahoo
Location: Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica Gender:
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Apr 2, 2010 - 8:40am |
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April is National Poetry Month. Jes' sayin'. And playin'.
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Mar 30, 2010 - 11:51pm |
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Mud, Apples, MilkOf all things to miss, it's silly to miss how cows drowse in mud. They blink slow as toads. Instead I should miss light on the blond corn or trails of gravel dust that rose like kites and vanished. But I don't miss that. I miss how I could bring bruised apples, press them like smelling salts to sleepy noses. You had to let go real fast or risk a finger to the lick and snap. I miss their udders too, the mud fresh as wax on the swollen skin. Each day I broke the seals with hot rags, and milk flooded my palm- a white creek down the gully of my wrist. ~ Michael Walsh ~
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Tim42
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Mar 30, 2010 - 1:08pm |
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Gentle Caress
Caressing her skin, stealing a kiss A moment between two as one Reflections of the moon, adrift Under the moon is the sun She tells me be gentle, it's been a long time Since she's felt this way And I know in an instant it's worth all my while I know in my heart she will stay I am gentle with her, as she is with me It seems like it's so heavensent The things that we do and the will to be free My change it seems, has not all been spent She says she's afraid, and I can respect that Because in truth I am scared too It's a funny thing, like a drop of a hat You'd know it if it weren't so true As we move onto discussions of things that we've done In our lives up to this point We embrace night and day, two into one My wounds she freely annoints Believing in love, it is what has began In two people making all the right moves Retreating in shelter, we make no demands Of each other which would lose us our grooves -Tim Rawlings, March 29, 2010
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samiyam
Location: Moving North
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Mar 29, 2010 - 8:40am |
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The CoffinsTwo days into the flood they appear, moored against a roof eave or bobbing caught in the crowns of drowned trees. Like fancy life boats from an adventurer's flag ship, brass plating and grips, walnut sheen, scroll work, they slip through the understory on this brief, bad river. What have they discovered and come back to account? Or is this the beginning of the marvelous voyage and they plan never to return? ~ Ted Kooser ~
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