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this one is deleted
anything worth doing
is worth doing badly

back to the drawing board
without an emotional attachment
just the love i saw received and gave
to a golden angel with her large new york
italian family.

may the Vermont troopers rescue and rescue well

beautiful piece, jim

thankyou
like still trucking
i only delete out of embarassment
only i don't embarass my ego as much anymore
but my poetry was pulled out of me by a deep and intense snake
i had to wrestle with, my snake inside me
we are going deeper into a forest
where a lady awaits,
you know her,
i need my
God daughter
she is waiting now
i have levity
beyond the wrestle
deeper into wonder
and love so kind
patient and wanting
i know she is there
i know she is there

and so all my jamming
everything i have done until now
led me to that one point of convergence
and i knew anemone was my friend
for a reason my second occasion
beyond any odds so perfect
it speaks to wisdom mind
and now seeing is believing
and my life is worth living
because my God daughter is serene
and confident I am in her thoughts
and she knows I will never forget her
forget me nots ya see is jammin
communication practice, so why not
place a message in a poem?
what is the problem? don't write
a poem as tho ya think it could get attention
for your career, NONONONONO
write like you do here, but with a passion
that is real and touches you

oops, wait a minute
who am i writing to?
doreen or judih?
i gotta be careful

Thank you Dr Freud
Always an honor to serve as your wrang wrang jimbo.

I thought it was a beautiful poem I am glad I got to read it before you deleted it.

Me too, I thought it was beautiful to her
and your daughter...
I like to think of mine and I think
what is born of I, a monster,
and I am a bear,
but they're beautiful.

I wish it was still here.

Well, it looks like I missed out on something here. I will have to be more vigilant if i want to read what you write before you wipe it out.

I read it before you delete-delate it!!, beautiful sort of daddy´s song, gracias for sharing it, jimbo!!!!!

you guys are unbelieveably supportive
what a community/ acradia, yu know
i thiught about it in advance
because when my wife, Susan, was being angry,
she was screaming at me
"you'll wind up looking like a fool!"

yes, but a good one!

happy trails, i just saw that post by you over with my search engine.
i love you for being here for me at just the right time, really, this is
fortituitous, as any ham would say, just so exact.....
here it is with your gracious and endearing care, oh, my!
lions and tigers and bears! oh no!

My poem and illustration i sent to the new yorker via url.
If you want to view the topic, click the following link:
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... =2&t=19527

i took advantage of their standard, but quick reply, that a pdf attachment is required.....houston, we have a problem.....meanwhile, our spontaneous yet very respectful association has nurtured us into a natural spontaneity, and so now, we know how to express ourselves

i wrote the poem after rasslin with that snake
perfect preparation, because i had the slap down version
and just updated it to file number 2 with mother and daugher
together out there. a woman lives, believing she will probably never know her daughter. soon, she will be waiting. i know she knows i know she's there.
i intend to find her again, and we will find her mother together, maybe soon as well. you never can tell, so i am doing a sell job on it. i have a compelling and dramatic sell, i just need the pdf.

I sent the webmaster reply a new message, "It takes a village to raise a lost child."
Thanked the respone. Repeated the above, listed as the email title, and said I understand the standard, and will learn this as soon as possible. Signed again as J W RN so they will remember this name, when I get back to home base. Drinking an eraserhead orange beverage to hide the cannibus which is keeping me in the astrological state, a true convergence of spirit, as you can see. You can stay on my cloud, please. I gotta return a return to work form to emploee health this afternoon, i don't anticipate any testing, but ya never know.....i don't wanna snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.....i had 3 j's this am top grade, now nada until i get back, no booz, straight in the AM, tai chi and the zendo sunday with my counselor, who is beginning to believe i am not delusional. i'll be baaaak. hold me in the light, i am no walk away goy. oy vey.

Jimbo, Darlin'!! Between Studio 8 and Algonquin's Table, I write so many responses to so many poems and stories, that I am sorry, but I have no idea what "post" by me you are referring to. If I said anything or wrote any kind of poem or story that helped you at all, I am happy, but if you ever want me to know what you are talking about, you are going to be a little more specific. If you are referring to the one where I wished you luck finding your daughter, then, that still stands. I am keeping positive thoughts in my head and heart for you.

yeas ma'am the one where you wished me luck finding my daughter
and also the tear jerker from 17 years ago, my7 goodness
you should tell us this is not a currrent state of crisis !!!!!!!

believe me, this time it worked for me
you should stay here a long while
you will see a decency of behavior
that will restore your faith in yourself
in good company

i am yours faithfully

jimbolocorococo

I posted it to the New Yorker.....mercy

The reason I resurrected the Road Too Rough is because I am in a current state of crisis. Just not the same one. The other poem I wrote about One of Those Days, is because of the current state of crisis. I have had a lot of different crises, in my long life. It may be, either the cause of my chronic depression, or caused by it. I am not sure which. Either way, I have been battling depression since puberty. Sometimes, I win the battle; I just haven't won the war, yet.