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not sure how many words

Like a comet shoots
straight up heat and spark
all the technical whiz bang
you expect and a voice
that says yes yes yes

not in words but dazzling
streams careening over scales
and notes not unlike a comet
bursts magic in mid summer
skies bright as that night

in July and just like that
______________________gone

noted Sonny in a later song.
 
Jefferson What?

The group’s name is a whole new idea.
The mammal field has been exhausted.
~Marty Balin, 1965

Marty I always loved you,
a brown-eyed fringe-headed
hippie a lot like me come
to think of it, but what mammals
did you mean?

I'll give you the Animals cause I'm nice,

but then there's Crickets, Beatles,
Byrds, Yardbirds (aka chickens),
Turtles, even Penguins if you go way
back--

egg-layers all and then what?

Steppenwolf is a book,
Zombies are dead, Seeds
are hypothetical and Them
is a pronoun. Small Faces?
Too general!

Where are the mammals?

Anyway I forgive you because I still
love Surrealistic Pillow, but man

you were wrong.

You must have been smoking
something entirely outside
the animal kingdom when you
said that.
 
Angeline said:
Jefferson What?

The group’s name is a whole new idea.
The mammal field has been exhausted.
~Marty Balin, 1965

Marty I always loved you,
a brown-eyed fringe-headed
hippie a lot like me come
to think of it, but what mammals
did you mean?

I'll give you the Animals cause I'm nice,

but then there's Crickets, Beatles,
Byrds, Yardbirds (aka chickens),
Turtles, even Penguins if you go way
back--

egg-layers all and then what?

Steppenwolf is a book,
Zombies are dead, Seeds
are hypothetical and Them
is a pronoun. Small Faces?
Too general!

Where are the mammals?

Anyway I forgive you because I still
love Surrealistic Pillow, but man

you were wrong.

You must have been smoking
something entirely outside
the animal kingdom when you
said that.
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I loved this, especially when I couldn't come up with much in the way of mammal names, even ignoring the implied time frame.
  • Buffalo Springfield doesn't count, as that was a company name on a steamroller.
  • Los Lobos is much later.
  • Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, maybe.
  • Crazy Horse, Neil Young backup band, assuming it's not named for the famous native American.
  • Def Leppard, though later and misspelled.
  • Modest Mouse, way later.
  • Stray Cats, way later.
  • Arctic Monkeys, way way later
  • The Monkees, of course, though even when they debuted it was later than the Airplane
 
Tzara said:
I loved this, especially when I couldn't come up with much in the way of mammal names, even ignoring the implied time frame.
  • Buffalo Springfield doesn't count, as that was a company name on a steamroller.
  • Los Lobos is much later.
  • Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, maybe.
  • Crazy Horse, Neil Young backup band, assuming it's not named for the famous native American.
  • Def Leppard, though later and misspelled.
  • Modest Mouse, way later.
  • Stray Cats, way later.
  • Arctic Monkeys, way way later
  • The Monkees, of course, though even when they debuted it was later than the Airplane
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Thanks! I did my research for the poem. I read the quote in an article and started thinking about how wrong it sounded, and yeah it's hard to find a mammal name that fits the timeline. :D
 
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Pluto

They should apologise
for giving you such a
less-than-dignified name.
Venetia wasn’t thinking
of the underworld, she surely
had Disney on her 11 year old mind.
She denies it, of course, now
that your secrets are on display
and you feel more like a neighbour.
Calling you after a goofy cartoon dog
is downright insulting.
You’d probably opt to stick
with Planet X, given the choice.
 
Whispers To An Empty Pillow

Don't give me this memory
of wasted flesh and pain dripping
through tubes feeding a need
to breathe, to speak, to live
when all possibility of staying
has expired; and you just want
to brake and shudder to a halt,
stopping this graceless endurance
and droop, finished and drained;
and I remember despite all prayers
to forget how hard it is to be.
 
champagne1982 said:
Whispers To An Empty Pillow

Don't give me this memory
of wasted flesh and pain dripping
through tubes feeding a need
to breathe, to speak, to live
when all possibility of staying
has expired; and you just want
to brake and shudder to a halt,
stopping this graceless endurance
and droop, finished and drained;
and I remember despite all prayers
to forget how hard it is to be.
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I know. :kiss::heart:
 
Forty days and

I try not to bleed, a habit
cultivated, accumulated in loss.
I don't cry much either now,
but unexpected storms
can fracture me.

The cloud of your absence
hangs in the air. It's foggy
comfort when I'm wrapped in it,
and leaden threat when I'm cold.
You can't be my North Star anymore
I know, but I don't know
how to let you go.

Tomorrow will make thirty-nine.
A different ghost of Christmas Past strolls in,
hale as if

(and maybe I smell Tareytons among the evergreen).

It's just another day he says,
just like he always did. Try, try, try
to lighten up the blue in your sky.
 
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Through the magic
of the internet New Orleans
jazz is pouring from a yurt.

Four young brothers
(three brass and a drum)
are killing it with a bounce
that sounds like kings--

Louis, Oliver, Bechet,

umbrellas, beads, second lines,
the trumpet man sounds
extra fine. You know how
it goes though I wonder what
the goats could be thinking.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_11c9d0mCvo
 
Jazz Guys Side By Side

Strays says c'mon in
and Ben rolls out the satin.
They say he can be a brute,
call him Frog-Eyes but he breathes
from the soul and knows how
to serve a harmonic caress,
soft and cloudy.

Even Little Jazz
knows how to take it down
a notch, smooth in a hint
of blue regret when Papa
Jo pulls back, drags a little
so you know this is just
a memory.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gelbZp9Y6Z0
 
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Two Years Later

I see you up there
among the stars,
rolling your eyes at me.
You think I should get back
to the living.

Honey this is living.
You are my life now
as you were then.

Time is fluid.
Grief flows and ebbs,
but love is a miracle
unending.

Mystifies Me
 
Lyricalli said:
That's lovely. :rose:

I hope you're taking good care of yourself.
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Thanks Calli. :)

My daughter and her boyfriend are here visiting. And next week eagleyez's oldest boy is coming to visit. Being surrounded by my kids is the best medicine of all! :heart:
 
Pangean Intrusion

That path down to the lake
seemed to be a current of gravity,
pushing us through humidity
and childish lunchtime giggles,
toward the burbles of watery
laughter at the mill. Where we sat
surrounded by the mass of granite
time and atmosphere ground
into first boulders, then rocks
lichens cling to, before becoming
a fertile bed for pines and oak to grasp,
as the mountain waits stoically
forever for man to evolve into god.
 
champagne1982 said:
Pangean Intrusion

That path down to the lake
seemed to be a current of gravity,
pushing us through humidity
and childish lunchtime giggles,
toward the burbles of watery
laughter at the mill. Where we sat
surrounded by the mass of granite
time and atmosphere ground
into first boulders, then rocks
lichens cling to, before becoming
a fertile bed for pines and oak to grasp,
as the mountain waits stoically
forever for man to evolve into god.
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Lovely. And I believe I know the location. :) :kiss:
 
Collage

Perhaps it is just paper
I paste onto the mat,
torn artfully to suggest
elemental forms.

Still, important is the shape
and how it is layered
onto that other
paper already laid

like time laying sandstone
over igneous rock,
embedding little jewels--
bones and flesh,

like a watermark
in the stone. My own
collage is without history;
it's just a pattern. Just a poem.
 
Elective Affinities

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them
out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate
breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others
--Goethe

It's how things are. We have not kissed,
Nor are we likely to. We've missed
That time we could have met and joined,
Shown interest in each other's loins,
Some evening's tryst.

It's not that we're too old, it's more
We've both had others, whom we swore
Were perfect as our mate in life—
Your partner, my dear loving wife.
They came before.

So this—a poem. Mere words displayed
Upon the page, a thin brocade
Of sentiments I've stitched just so.
A love, of sorts, I hope you'll know,
Though one mislaid.
 
Tzara said:
Elective Affinities

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them
out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate
breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others
--Goethe

It's how things are. We have not kissed,
Nor are we likely to. We've missed
That time we could have met and joined,
Shown interest in each other's loins,
Some evening's tryst.

It's not that we're too old, it's more
We've both had others, whom we swore
Were perfect as our mate in life—
Your partner, my dear loving wife.
They came before.

So this—a poem. Mere words displayed
Upon the page, a thin brocade
Of sentiments I've stitched just so.
A love, of sorts, I hope you'll know,
Though one mislaid.
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Very nice, Tzara. It conjures mixed emotions. I think the meter and rhyme added to that for me in I way I'm not sure I quite understand yet; perhaps the shortened line ending each stanza hints at something incomplete, a "what if?"

When younger, I had a few of those.
 
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greenmountaineer said:
Very nice, Tzara. It conjures mixed emotions. I think the meter and rhyme added to that for me in I way I'm not sure I quite understand yet; perhaps the shortened line ending each stanza hints at something incomplete, a "what if?"
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Thanks, gm. I was thinking about some poems by A. E. Stallings that use a stanza form with a shortened line in it. It gives the poem a little "shake up" in sound, compared to one in a uniform meter. Sort of like the sound of a rondeau without the shortened line being a repeated one.
 
Angeline said:
Two Years Later

I see you up there
among the stars,
rolling your eyes at me.
You think I should get back
to the living.

Honey this is living.
You are my life now
as you were then.

Time is fluid.
Grief flows and ebbs,
but love is a miracle
unending.

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Three Birthdays Later (a glosa)

the mote:
I see you up there
among the stars,
rolling your eyes at me.
You think I should get back
to the living.

the glos:
I see you up there
among the stars.
There was a comet
in the sky this year
seeing, I remembered
us out in a field full
of frosted stubble.
How we gasped
at the full sky. Nature's
light show you called it.
Hyakutake, the Milky Way,
a full moon and the aurora
dancing light pinkly on the sky.

My needy kisses
frosted our lips
before they touched
and we giggled
at this midnight escape.
When I complained of cold
toes you rolled your eyes
at me because I was always
cold before the surgeons
fixed my heart.

What would you say now
when I have spent this time
remembering 20 years ago?
I think you'd smile
and pull me to my feet, the timer
buzzer dragging me down the hall
to the kitchen. You think
I should get back
to the living and breathe.
 
Untitled

You leave your words
like footprints
on the sands of an ocean beach

and if I am not too distracted
by waves or seagulls or how the seafoam frills
the tidal line

I might gather your meaning
with delicate and proper tinder and light
a small fire

in the damp onshore breeze.
I would ask, and judge,
whether and when you would place another branch

dry or not,
on our pathetic little fire.
Hey. I have kindled it for you.
 
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