Old 12-08-2005, 07:04 PM   #326
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Old 12-08-2005, 07:32 PM   #327
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omg! ee! There used to be a guy in Lit Chat named Chilly Willy! Was that you? Whooohoooooo! No wonder Ange is always howling at the moon!
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Old 12-08-2005, 07:39 PM   #328
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omg! ee! There used to be a guy in Lit Chat named Chilly Willy! Was that you? Whooohoooooo! No wonder Ange is always howling at the moon!
it's gorgeous, no? and he wasn't chilly willy at lit, but it's damn cold out here tonight.
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Old 12-09-2005, 01:31 PM   #329
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In Gravesend, a hush of reverence graced her.
Everyone in black
should have the benefit of silence

and worship. All stilled as she walked,
if you could call it that.
She was more a marionette, bent

and bobbing in a prison of wires dangled
from godís fingers.
No need to wonder where she was going;

you could hear the hollow thump of fingers
on fruit as cane
snapped the sidewalk, and the breath

of St. Peter in her wheeze. I saw fear
in menís eyes
as she passed, as they read her seasoned scars

like tea leaves. In the dry riverbeds of her face,
they saw the evaporation
of their own fertility, saw what they were,

and where they would be. Ancestors plucked
grapes and olives
in the green and purple Tuscany of her skin

as they looked up at dirt and cut flowers
planted in their eyes,
under their name and numbers. Even strangers

stopped, held breath at so much evidence
of sainthood,
of truth. They smelled the stealthy perfume

of wildflowers in grass, and saw a girlís hand
gather and bring them
to the worms. They put down their wine,

folded their stained hands until she was gone,
then glanced in shame
at the dirt there, like little boys at dinner.
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Old 12-10-2005, 01:47 PM   #330
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I struck the first match
when the world weighted
my thighs with terrible gravity.
Grandmother returned
ten years dead. I was
blind crazy holding back
the pain, but saw her dark
eyes steady on mine
in the dawn of his birth.

The crooked shadow
of her fingers crossed
his damp little palm,
and they all passed
out of his new old eyes
even the ones I never
knew, smokey memories
I don't have, ashes
scattered sixty years
and a continent away
sputtered a benediction
of comfort before
the flame died,

so I waited for years
frozen in solitude before
I lit the second match.

I burned the house down.

This isn't a fairy tale.
I wasn't the snow queen
or a witch in a gingerbread cottage.
These children did not escape,
I did, fleeing blind again
through the icy forest.
I left them everything
but a trail of breadcrumbs,
and I didn't look back
at the crumbling beams.

There are no matches left.
Grandmother is not waiting
in a spark's embrace
and snow is falling, falling
while I am warm, cosseted
ever after, melted safe
on the tin soldier's heart.
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Old 12-10-2005, 08:09 PM   #331
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long grain
basmati mornings
cooking in a
bachelor kitchen
drinking beer
dicking around
doing nothing special

pet the kitty
feed the kitty
clean the litterbox
dusty stink

sleep and wake up
wild hair
need to shave
push ups
sit ups
outside to smoke
cigarettes in sharp air

shower with new clean towel
wild hair
need to shave
smell like being single
cheap sex

losing weight
dignity pride motivation

want a routine that
ain't running away
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Old 12-14-2005, 09:20 AM   #332
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Old 12-14-2005, 08:30 PM   #333
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Safety is an illusion
you understand baby
birds fall from nests
before the egg
is even hatched. I've
seen blue shells crushed
near a tree, told my own
children there are times
when the mama bird
will not save her young.

This is a safe place
if you don't look
too closely. You
are welcome
to my illusion. I walk
on eggs every day,
and I shut my ears
to the way loss sounds
when it crunches
and you just step,
put one foot
ahead of the other.

You are welcome here,
no need to tell
you where the map
lies buried beneath
the tree. Spring will flourish
soon enough anway,
lift its leafy palms
as if in prayer, nourished
by what seeps to mud
from the bones
of broken wings.
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Old 12-14-2005, 10:46 PM   #334
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Thumbs up Wow!

There are some VERY strong writings in this thread recently! (As well as through out!)
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Old 12-15-2005, 07:53 AM   #335
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There are some VERY strong writings in this thread recently! (As well as through out!)
Well you could write one here, too, my dear.

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Old 12-15-2005, 09:49 AM   #336
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The sun belies the crystaline beauty-
Gloved and jacketed against the season's
Repetition, North of No North where the Ice cuts the river
And the trailways are locked in a slip of words,

Steam rises from her wool sweater
Like a mist that reveals the heat locked inside-
I see the continent and hear the songs that drawl
Under the brightest blue.

Icecutters, rockhaulers, northern boys
Dont stick to city benches-
But I do.
I pull layers from their perch and venture
Forth-
Zeal for the day
Hours till dusk
And wrought iron dreams
Flow down almost touching the ground,
But they know
The crow will snatch them up
And dance the circle dance
Hoppity hop.
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Old 12-17-2005, 07:52 PM   #337
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A dollar in the basket
Toys for kids with forlorn folks
No wonder the Blues
No wonder the Hunger
No wonder the Muse
Slumbers with teeth clenched-

Our eyes speak volumes
Visions and Quests
See the stars
Dance with the biggest moon
No wonder the anguish
No wonder the prayers
No wonder the power
Electric
Volcanic
Dragon mouth
of the Ancients-

Understand
Lonesome
Roads
Ice covered
Treacherous
In their
Beauty.
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Old 12-17-2005, 07:59 PM   #338
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A dollar in the basket
Toys for kids with forlorn folks
No wonder the Blues
No wonder the Hunger
No wonder the Muse
Slumbers with teeth clenched-

Our eyes speak volumes
Visions and Quests
See the stars
Dance with the biggest moon
No wonder the anguish
No wonder the prayers
No wonder the power
Electric
Volcanic
Dragon mouth
of the Ancients-

Understand
Lonesome
Roads
Ice covered
Treacherous
In their
Beauty.
crocus unborn
seeds wait the blankets
of ice warm the coldest
winter night all clear
and one face so dear
breathes warm under blues

this morning the solstice
moon hung blind
in the bruised sky
you slept and i watched
an eagle wing by
the pines, headed south

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Old 12-18-2005, 12:41 PM   #339
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In a Looking Glass


After that weekend you left us,
we never saw our mother again

in your eyes. You said the retreat
would bring back the you you were,

but you returned with a deeper mist
and items you couldnít explain:

colorful sea glass and driftwood
you placed where diplomas

and ancestors had been.
A fishermanís knit with holes

in the elbows, frayed like the corners
of your forced smile and stained

like you, with drops of mystery.
The postcards started

and the fog grew as dense
as summer morning in the harbor,

until we couldnít find you at all.
But you saw clearly

when he wrote. He penetrated
the shell, onto the one-way glass

of you. In each opaque eye
were the silverbacks of mirrors,

in each mirror you stared
at the heavens of your dreams.

Your posture would change.
There were wings where weight

had been. Then, you slouched again,
numb to everything

but the embossed burns of his hands.
And when you walked, you always

wore that tattered sweater around
your shoulders, like a sad stole.
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Old 12-19-2005, 10:23 AM   #340
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This is exceptional, Raymond. The forlorn beauty of the story is wonderfully captured in the curios of the subject's transition. The only lines I question are: "bring back the you you were," which seems awkward and could just as clearly be expressed with the italicized you, and "heavens of your dreams," which seems a little OTT for an otherwise restrained piece.
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In a Looking Glass


After that weekend you left us,
we never saw our mother again

in your eyes. You said the retreat
would bring back the you you were,

but you returned with a deeper mist
and items you couldnít explain:

colorful sea glass and driftwood
you placed where diplomas

and ancestors had been.
A fishermanís knit with holes

in the elbows, frayed like the corners
of your forced smile and stained

like you, with drops of mystery.
The postcards started

and the fog grew as dense
as summer morning in the harbor,

until we couldnít find you at all.
But you saw clearly

when he wrote. He penetrated
the shell, onto the one-way glass

of you. In each opaque eye
were the silverbacks of mirrors,

in each mirror you stared
at the heavens of your dreams.

Your posture would change.
There were wings where weight

had been. Then, you slouched again,
numb to everything

but the embossed burns of his hands.
And when you walked, you always

wore that tattered sweater around
your shoulders, like a sad stole.
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Old 12-20-2005, 10:27 AM   #341
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Found a new home.

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Old 12-20-2005, 04:50 PM   #342
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Its a wide swing son
Silvered and tremelo'd
A blonde country Gentleman
Pick axed
Furied
Serenitied
F-holed and stuffed
Like a cold turkey
With blue foam
To control the gain
And feed it back
With a slight turn at the knee
A doorjam arm
Leaned overhead
Bowed
And fingered
Melody'd again
Rattle trapped again

Very little sleep
It need
Curved
And vivid
Like a railyard boy again
Rough bark feels
Gloved and fit again
Spectacle'd again

Level with her son
The deadbolt is broke again-

Coming in out of the brutal cold,
Again and again and again-
Begin the begin.
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Old 12-20-2005, 09:58 PM   #343
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Its a wide swing son
Silvered and tremelo'd
A blonde country Gentleman
Pick axed
Furied
Serenitied
F-holed and stuffed
Like a cold turkey
With blue foam
To control the gain
And feed it back
With a slight turn at the knee
A doorjam arm
Leaned overhead
Bowed
And fingered
Melody'd again
Rattle trapped again

Very little sleep
It need
Curved
And vivid
Like a railyard boy again
Rough bark feels
Gloved and fit again
Spectacle'd again

Level with her son
The deadbolt is broke again-

Coming in out of the brutal cold,
Again and again and again-
Begin the begin.

*insert bookmark here*

i think i'm not reading clearly. and i think this is one of those poems i need to read many times.
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Old 12-21-2005, 08:59 AM   #344
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This is exceptional, Raymond. The forlorn beauty of the story is wonderfully captured in the curios of the subject's transition. The only lines I question are: "bring back the you you were," which seems awkward and could just as clearly be expressed with the italicized you, and "heavens of your dreams," which seems a little OTT for an otherwise restrained piece.

Thomas, my brother. Thank you.

I agree, "heavens" was over the top. I changed it. It's up today, with a few other tweakings. Have a look.

I think "the you you were" is kind of clever, but you know us savants. We're usually too busy with calculus and toothpicks to notice our unusual twistings of tongue.
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Old 12-21-2005, 04:26 PM   #345
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I look out familiar glass at another day
that hid its last flame
in the twilight sparkle of a trellis rose

float away. Dark marks a sun-dead spot
where youth leaped
off itself, free of its frayed twine

like a kite. This is no longer childhood
where nothing flies too far,
where someone white appears at dusk,

its wings at the window.

Tags and Sundays made life simple then.
Everything was made
in heaven or Japan, and was unchanged

tomorrow. But devils are airborne now.
They disturb the balance
of angels, whose safety was of another life,

who watch grounded from the moon
with violins. Mood
is always altered when the strings

come in, when tremolos

of moonlight lick the walls. The sky
is a jewelry case
displaying the lost twinkle of my eyes.

And I am dulled with change that robs me
of my nature. I hungered
once to understand, and now I starve

to know why nothing answers any longer
to its given name, and if I can
reach high enough to claim my old eyes,

or whatever I need to call them now.
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Old 12-21-2005, 08:40 PM   #346
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Poem Tartare

Poetry in progress
discusses perfect circles.

Which came first
the poet or the poem?
I like mine sunny side up,
not hard-boiled, ruint
when cooked again
and again. Some food
for thought

is digested right
from the pen, even
when I'm unsure whether
I want butter on my line
break outside the shell,
unsure how many words
it takes to write a poem

We're all swallowed
by the pride of nouns, verbs
and I should just bite my tongue,
but my glutton appetite
demands fresh poetry
melting in my mouth.
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Old 12-21-2005, 08:44 PM   #347
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Boy, you're quick on the trigger.

I had just started reading this on the other thread, thinking you wanted comment...went to get coffee, and poof.
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Old 12-21-2005, 08:44 PM   #348
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Poetry in progress
discusses perfect circles.

Which came first
the poet or the poem?
I like mine sunny side up,
not hard-boiled, ruint
when cooked again
and again. Some food
for thought

is digested right
from the pen, even
when I'm unsure whether
I want butter on my line
break outside the shell,
unsure how many words
it takes to write a poem

We're all swallowed
by the pride of nouns, verbs
and I should just bite my tongue,
but my glutton appetite
demands fresh poetry
melting in my mouth.

Sounds like a cop-out. Not wanting to edit your stuff.....ducks
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Old 12-21-2005, 08:51 PM   #349
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Sounds like a cop-out. Not wanting to edit your stuff.....ducks
Not really. I edit my stuff obsessively, just not in this thread. This is the thread where I just spill out whatever is rambling through my head at the moment.

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Old 12-21-2005, 08:55 PM   #350
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Not really. I edit my stuff obsessively, just not in this thread. This is the thread where I just spill out whatever is rambling through my head at the moment.


I know that darling. That is why my response was so obnoxious....
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