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- September 20th, 2011, 12:11 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: THE LOVE LETTER.
- Replies: 4
- Views: 211
Re: THE LOVE LETTER.
Oh no, Dadio--they weren't into such carnal desires back then, surely?
- September 20th, 2011, 12:06 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Ask. Tell.
- Replies: 3
- Views: 208
Ask. Tell.
[Life's not cleanly organized, and so I find myself happily in love with a different-gender partner and generally appalled and opposed to the military-industrial complex of my nation...and utterly proud of my sisters and brothers whose lives have been opposed who now can die in my name, if they so ...
Re: Insomnia
So many theories: dreams are, dreams are not. And someone said it wisely once that dreams are neither answer nor are remedies but—hallelu—equations being solved. But then we wake before this life's resolved and daydream chaos through solemnities from artist dawns to sunburned light that gleams in ev...
- September 20th, 2011, 11:13 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: I'd take the dirt.
- Replies: 13
- Views: 490
Re: I'd take the dirt.
Perhaps it's holy modesty that hides the loam that's home to roots beneath the toads— perhaps the veil of grass is like a bride's attempt at privacy before the roads of someone else's privilege dominate, if even lovingly, what happens next. And why should dirt and earth impersonate the lives they ho...
- September 20th, 2011, 9:59 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: naive' leftist
- Replies: 4
- Views: 353
For me
But I'll be wiser when I'm older, right? I won't be such a pansy when I've learned and loved and kissed my children's heads good-night while Terror funds their deaths with taxes, earned and stolen from my bank account by thieves who'd call themselves my neighbors with their needs for roads and schoo...
- September 17th, 2011, 3:50 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: WEDNESDAY NIGHT PRAYER MEETING
- Replies: 2
- Views: 408
Re: WEDNESDAY NIGHT PRAYER MEETING
a written life in creative thoughts
perfectly historically accurate
within poetic license
like the gospel
of a holy
being
perfectly historically accurate
within poetic license
like the gospel
of a holy
being
wait
I wait for dandelions till they’re white-- I trust them more than stars or candles when I wish for something utterly unreal. Relentlessly I search for perfect spheres of lace and latticework-- then pinch the stem- base, cutting cleanly-- lifting light until I’m kissing close and close my eyes: it fl...
- August 29th, 2011, 6:36 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: what do you know of courage
- Replies: 1
- Views: 171
Re: what do you know of courage
I can't run with scissors, I can't disobey.
It's certain I've flossed at the end of the day.
My week's eighty hours, I can't call in sick.
I'd never admit if my boss were a prick.
But sometimes the priest I am has to rebel:
I preach God's a Love that burns no one in hell.
It's certain I've flossed at the end of the day.
My week's eighty hours, I can't call in sick.
I'd never admit if my boss were a prick.
But sometimes the priest I am has to rebel:
I preach God's a Love that burns no one in hell.
- August 29th, 2011, 6:20 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: I don't hate you
- Replies: 7
- Views: 438
Re: I don't hate you
Really is beautiful; makes me miss my deckchair partner (she followed a job and I don't get to follow her for another week).
Also makes me miss fireflies. Hope to see them again soon.
Also makes me miss fireflies. Hope to see them again soon.
- August 29th, 2011, 6:17 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Religulous in the Barnyard
- Replies: 6
- Views: 364
Re: Religulous in the Barnyard
Only man would consider a sheep in wolf's clothing or visa versa. Animals live in the moment just doing their being...no guile or cunning beyond what is natural to their species. The antfarm only works because we’re ants. We see ourselves in industry. We know ourselves within community. We go about...
- August 29th, 2011, 5:57 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: kill da wabbits
- Replies: 1
- Views: 141
kill da wabbits
Were I to be a terrorist, my cause might simply be for quiet, silence, peace— not stillness of the spirit, but release from reckless noise; I’d fight to find the pause that presses shriek-screams to the ground, that gnaws the roots annoyance needs to pay its lease on loudness. Vigilante, not police:...
- August 29th, 2011, 11:58 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: fucking let it go
- Replies: 8
- Views: 333
fucking let it go
You’re never happy. Never— never— no— and now I’ve noticed how obnoxious I become when, nauseated, I ignore your misery with hope you’ll smile again with something more than the acidic grin that spins your soul’s superlatives of hell. I’m sorry, but you’re never happy. See, I’m pretty sure you never...
bear eyes
Los ojos oros.
¿Dos fosos o vos?—preguntamos nosotros.
Los osos: “No nos somos”.
¿Dos fosos o vos?—preguntamos nosotros.
Los osos: “No nos somos”.
- August 18th, 2011, 6:54 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Country Scrumping.
- Replies: 7
- Views: 307
Re: Country Scrumping.
Beautiful, solid, sour oranges on the streets of Athens;
small, firm, smooth olives on the Palatine Hill in Rome;
backyard sweet and reachable apples on Catoctin Mountain--
only one was palatable. I agree with you.
small, firm, smooth olives on the Palatine Hill in Rome;
backyard sweet and reachable apples on Catoctin Mountain--
only one was palatable. I agree with you.
Re: BLACK-OUT
Thanks Joel...some of my friends think this poem is too dark...but i smile because that is what BLACK is..... :) when will we catch on that darkness/lightness is not a moral issue (even if the privilege differentials we try to assign are)? such a great poem. Thanks for "darkening" my skies--I sleep...