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ScottN
"Thought for today" has been postponed until tomorrow.
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Posted: Oct 22, 2017 - 11:21am

SECRETS

Secrets
infesting my half-sleep...
did you enter my wound from another wound
brushing mine in a crowd...
or did I snare you on my sharper edges
as a bird flying through cobwebbed trees at sun-up
carries off spiders on its wings?

Secrets,
running over my soul without sound,
only when dawn comes tip-toeing
ushered by a suave wind,
and dreams disintegrate
like breath shapes in frosty air,
I shall overhear you, bare-foot,
scatting off into the darkness...
I shall know you, secrets
by the litter you have left
and by your bloody foot-prints.

Lola Ridge

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Posted: Oct 22, 2017 - 10:29am

 oldviolin wrote:
From deep within, a notion of dissonance
a timbre qualm
a parched motif
salty drops of rain to quench the latent ego
floundering like a flat fish on rocky bottom
the beady eye of reason
squandered pearl of worldly sight
Mother of daylight, Father of night...

 
All righty, then...
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Posted: Oct 22, 2017 - 10:18am

From deep within, a notion of dissonance
a timbre qualm
a parched motif
salty drops of rain to quench the latent ego
floundering like a flat fish on rocky bottom
the beady eye of reason
squandered pearl of worldly sight
Mother of daylight, Father of night...


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Posted: Oct 18, 2017 - 8:38am

One dark night on a dusty dirt road
I saw a tall cross burn
I saw hooded figures huddle and chant and raise their torches as if the light was anything
but tears in white fabric
Anything but tears running down black faces peering through ramshackle windows
Everything except mercy in the red dirt field between meaning and melody
I heard music in my soul when some years later
A charred splinter post empty of fire and meaning stood sentinel
Guarding the red mud where hatred made it's perfect stand
And a boy parred the light from darkness...
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Posted: Oct 18, 2017 - 8:27am

Tender and meek her gaze
At once at one with the approaching night
Little did love convince her
Burnished, a reflection in setting sunlight
Golden and fleeting
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Posted: Oct 12, 2017 - 8:04am

Breakfast
Lunch
Diner
Sorry, no checks
Proclivities
“If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life."
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Posted: Oct 12, 2017 - 7:59am

fridge
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Posted: Oct 10, 2017 - 8:29am

For every bullet, a bomb
For every bomb, a beast

For every bruise; a purple skinned child
Less the last; but not the least

We beseech thee Lord, our better selves stead
Compass out hearts, deliver our dead

Breathe your design through torn counter weaves
Harvest out hearts; deliver our sheaves

Red and yellow and black and white
For they are kindred in your far sight

Then leave us to our sins, our evil nether
Those scorn filled winds and common tether

If lasts these few days when time stands still
Bring love at last, against our will

Yet profit us through the cold hard night
Feast on our fears, and bind our flight

Lest the dawn come too late to release
The path of shame, the dove of peace

Amen
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Posted: Sep 25, 2017 - 6:56am

The voices my ears
Construct from musical winds
Whispering my soul
Coaxial
Shine On.
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Posted: Aug 25, 2017 - 5:11am

 Antigone wrote:

Publication worthy. 

 
The boy has talent, there's no doubt about it.{#Yes}
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Posted: Aug 25, 2017 - 5:06am

 miamizsun wrote:

yeah i can relate to it

and yes dead or in jail

and was pony boy really an outsider?

perspective

 
Ah yes, Pony Boy. I'm sure he was an outsider amongst outsiders. Somebody had to tell the tale. I didn't participate in any gang fights though, or even see any unless you count the race riots and curfews in the late 60's. A confusing time to grow up, sort of like now. Odd how the wheels spin and then spin again isn't it? People fighting over the same old things.; kids there witnessing it all the way to oblivion. The future is out there, though, every so often showing us a bloody lip...


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Posted: Aug 25, 2017 - 4:49am

 oldviolin wrote:

Aw. You're sweet. Thank you so much.{#Good-vibes}  All the participants are gone now, including Larry. Several didn't make it to 20. Only I am left, and David...

 
yeah i can relate to it

and yes dead or in jail

and was pony boy really an outsider?

perspective
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Posted: Aug 25, 2017 - 4:40am

 Antigone wrote:

Publication worthy. 

 
Aw. You're sweet. Thank you so much.{#Good-vibes}  All the participants are gone now, including Larry. Several didn't make it to 20. Only I am left, and David...
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Gender: Female
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Posted: Aug 25, 2017 - 2:54am

 oldviolin wrote:
Barrel Fire

In my minds eye I can feel the twilight softly shrinking the evening around me; the summer winding down one Saturday at a time.
The old neighborhood seemed vulnerable in that light; Viet Nam there, the draft here. Many older ones had gone; high school drop-out and graduates alike. My friend Larry and I had inherited a tree house that way. That guy was a US Marine. I heard some years later that he came home safe.

There was a pretty rough core of drop-outs and rag-tags there in the old neighborhood. Some worked as construction laborers or grocery bag boys or in the mill. They spent their money on Budweiser and hot rodding their early 60's Chevys for the drag strip.
This twilight Saturday I was 13 years old. The boys had been drinking all day and winding it up. As the sky grew soft and grey a barrel fire was lit by an old shed. Larry and I watched as the orange glow lit up their laughing sweaty faces and several wrapped grease rags around their hands and sparred to see who could draw the most blood. The younger brother of one, David, was my age. He was right in there with them, drunk and deadly. The older boys were afraid of him and afraid to admit it, them being 16 and 17 if not older. He was some kind of glowing bloody demon and the blood wasn't his. Larry and I quietly hid and watched the spectacle and humiliation of tough guys meeting their maker. I will never forget it.

 
Publication worthy. 
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Posted: Aug 24, 2017 - 6:33pm

Barrel Fire

In my minds eye I can feel the twilight softly shrinking the evening around me; the summer winding down one Saturday at a time.
The old neighborhood seemed vulnerable in that light; Viet Nam there, the draft here. Many older ones had gone; high school drop-out and graduate alike. My friend Larry and I had inherited a tree house that way. That guy was a US Marine. I heard some years later that he came home safe.

There was a pretty rough core of drop-outs and rag-tags there in the old neighborhood. Some worked as construction laborers or grocery bag boys or in the mill. They spent their money on Budweiser and hot rodding their early 60's Chevys for the drag strip.
This twilight Saturday I was 13 years old. The boys had been drinking all day and winding it up. As the sky grew soft and grey a barrel fire was lit by an old shed. Larry and I watched as the orange glow lit up their laughing sweaty faces and several wrapped grease rags around their hands and sparred to see who could draw the most blood. The younger brother of one, David, was my age. He was right in there with them, drunk and deadly. The older boys were afraid of him and afraid to admit it, them being 16 and 17 if not older. He was some kind of glowing bloody demon and the blood wasn't his. Larry and I quietly hid and watched the spectacle and humiliation of tough guys meeting their maker. I will never forget it.


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Posted: Jul 31, 2017 - 5:55am

{#Good-vibes}

Lawrence was born in Loveland, Colorado in 1905. When he was 2 his family packed it up in a wagon and moved to Denver where, as his father told him some time later, Frank James was in the jailhouse one time and entertained well wishers through the bars of a cell window. His family moved some years later to Alabama and then Virginia. During the depression he escaped the poverty and dangerous back still liquor industry and moved to Danville where he took his first mill job. Later when refrigeration was invented he got a job converting old ice boxes to refrigerators. Then he got a job at the local mill which was fundamental to building my city; the largest maker of denim in the world.

He lived in a big house but had reduced his quarters to a small bedroom off the kitchen. There, every morning he prepared himself a yellow squash or an egg or a bowl of oatmeal. After breakfast he would work in his garden or in the garage and wait for "the signal"' explaining to me that when it came he knew he had only a couple of minutes to get to the bathroom. I laugh even now to see the twinkle in his eyes when he told his stories.

I could go on and on. He was an absolute treasure to behold.

Lawrence passed away in 2005 at 100 years and 6 months.

I will never forget him.


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Posted: Jul 30, 2017 - 10:44am

 oldviolin wrote:
The Worlds Fare

Lawrence was 95 years old when I met him.
I was working on an old house next door to his
and I happened to look over and see a diminutive and very old man on a ladder
10 feet up at least
It shook my heart for a moment
the danger

I went over and spoke with him
introduced myself and asked if I could help

"Oh" no, he said. "I have been painting my own house continuously for 60 years!"
He climbed down the ladder and said, "My name is Lawrence. They call me Sir at church
and everywhere else, but I'd prefer if you call me Lawrence.

Delighted I listened as he shared the history of maintenance
of his house; of his 1977 Ford LTD; of his Sunday School Class; and of his beloved wife
whom he took care of in his home until she passed away-
20 years ago.

He showed me his garden and bird feeder ("I don't mind the squirrels, he said. They are my friends too.")
He opened the crawl space of his house and pointed out all the new pipe he himself laid under.
He showed the sun room where a mere porch once was.
He spoke to me of his life and times and history of the mill where he worked most of his life

"They sent me to the Worlds Fair"' he proudly exclaimed.
"In Chicago a long time ago! They wanted me to demonstrate the operation of a loom."

He told me of that operation and of the mill and of a feud with his cousin when they were young and working there.

"My cousin was a big boy and he bullied me so I got ready.

I went to the YMCA every day and climbed the gym rope to the rafters and back.
I was laying for him. He was going to pay for humiliating me in front of strangers."

He showed me his biceps and held out the most twisted hand I had every seen and grabbed mine
looking through me with crystal blues. "But I forgave him in time."

Squeezing he said "I still got it boy. Don't you doubt me."

I certainly didn't.

"I'll live to be 100 years old. You'll see."

Our friendship grew, and I heard many of his stories over the next few years, many several times.

This sweet little man and his memories. All packed up for heaven.

I moved away for a few years but came back on his 100th birthday to marvel and thank the good Lord for
coming down to visit me and help me build a mansion in my heart;
And for hauling me up to the rafters...

 
Hardly bad anything.  A wonderful composition.
Thanks.
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Posted: Jul 30, 2017 - 8:29am

 oldviolin wrote:
The Worlds Fare

Lawrence was 95 years old when I met him.
I was working on an old house next door to his
and I happened to look over and see a diminutive and very old man on a ladder
10 feet up at least
It shook my heart for a moment
the danger

I went over and spoke with him
introduced myself and asked if I could help

"Oh" no, he said. "I have been painting my own house continuously for 60 years!"
He climbed down the ladder and said, "My name is Lawrence. They call me Sir at church
and everywhere else, but I'd prefer if you call me Lawrence.

Delighted I listened as he shared the history of maintenance
of his house; of his 1977 Ford LTD; of his Sunday School Class; and of his beloved wife
whom he took care of in his home until she passed away-
20 years ago.

He showed me his garden and bird feeder ("I don't mind the squirrels, he said. They are my friends too.")
He opened the crawl space of his house and pointed out all the new pipe he himself laid under.
He showed the sun room where a mere porch once was.
He spoke to me of his life and times and history of the mill where he worked most of his life

"They sent me to the Worlds Fair"' he proudly exclaimed.
"In Chicago a long time ago! They wanted me to demonstrate the operation of a loom."

He told me of that operation and of the mill and of a feud with his cousin when they were young and working there.

"My cousin was a big boy and he bullied me so I got ready.

I went to the YMCA every day and climbed the gym rope to the rafters and back.
I was laying for him. He was going to pay for humiliating me in front of strangers."

He showed me his biceps and held out the most twisted hand I had every seen and grabbed mine
looking through me with crystal blues. "But I forgave him in time."

Squeezing he said "I still got it boy. Don't you doubt me."

I certainly didn't.

"I'll live to be 100 years old. You'll see."

Our friendship grew, and I heard many of his stories over the next few years, many several times.

This sweet little man and his memories. All packed up for heaven.

I moved away for a few years but came back on his 100th birthday to marvel and thank the good Lord for
coming down to visit me and help me build a mansion in my heart;
And for hauling me up to the rafters...

 
W.O.W.
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Posted: Jul 30, 2017 - 8:29am

 oldviolin wrote:
The Worlds Fare

Lawrence was 95 years old when I met him.
I was working on an old house next door to his
and I happened to look over and see a diminutive and very old man on a ladder
10 feet up at least
It shook my heart for a moment
the danger

I went over and spoke with him
introduced myself and asked if I could help

"Oh" no, he said. "I have been painting my own house continuously for 60 years!"
He climbed down the ladder and said, "My name is Lawrence. They call me Sir at church
and everywhere else, but I'd prefer if you call me Lawrence.

Delighted I listened as he shared the history of maintenance
of his house; of his 1977 Ford LTD; of his Sunday School Class; and of his beloved wife
whom he took care of in his home until she passed away-
20 years ago.

He showed me his garden and bird feeder ("I don't mind the squirrels, he said. They are my friends too.")
He opened the crawl space of his house and pointed out all the new pipe he himself laid under.
He showed the sun room where a mere porch once was.
He spoke to me of his life and times and history of the mill where he worked most of his life

"They sent me to the Worlds Fair"' he proudly exclaimed.
"In Chicago a long time ago! They wanted me to demonstrate the operation of a loom."

He told me of that operation and of the mill and of a feud with his cousin when they were young and working there.

"My cousin was a big boy and he bullied me so I got ready.

I went to the YMCA every day and climbed the gym rope to the rafters and back.
I was laying for him. He was going to pay for humiliating me in front of strangers."

He showed me his biceps and held out the most twisted hand I had every seen and grabbed mine
looking through me with crystal blues. "But I forgave him in time."

Squeezing he said "I still got it boy. Don't you doubt me."

I certainly didn't.

"I'll live to be 100 years old. You'll see."

Our friendship grew, and I heard many of his stories over the next few years, many several times.

This sweet little man and his memories. All packed up for heaven.

I moved away for a few years but came back on his 100th birthday to marvel and thank the good Lord for
coming down to visit me and help me build a mansion in my heart;
And for hauling me up to the rafters...

 
{#Good-vibes}
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Posted: Jul 30, 2017 - 8:14am

The Worlds Fare

Lawrence was 95 years old when I met him.
I was working on an old house next door to his
and I happened to look over and see a diminutive and very old man on a ladder
10 feet up at least
It shook my heart for a moment
the danger

I went over and spoke with him
introduced myself and asked if I could help

"Oh" no, he said. "I have been painting my own house continuously for 60 years!"
He climbed down the ladder and said, "My name is Lawrence. They call me Sir at church
and everywhere else, but I'd prefer if you call me Lawrence.

Delighted I listened as he shared the history of maintenance
of his house; of his 1977 Ford LTD; of his Sunday School Class; and of his beloved wife
whom he took care of in his home until she passed away-
20 years ago.

He showed me his garden and bird feeder ("I don't mind the squirrels, he said. They are my friends too.")
He opened the crawl space of his house and pointed out all the new pipe he himself laid under.
He showed the sun room where a mere porch once was.
He spoke to me of his life and times and history of the mill where he worked most of his life

"They sent me to the Worlds Fair"' he proudly exclaimed.
"In Chicago a long time ago! They wanted me to demonstrate the operation of a loom."

He told me of that operation and of the mill and of a feud with his cousin when they were young and working there.

"My cousin was a big boy and he bullied me so I got ready.

I went to the YMCA every day and climbed the gym rope to the rafters and back.
I was laying for him. He was going to pay for humiliating me in front of strangers."

He showed me his biceps and held out the most twisted hand I had every seen and grabbed mine
looking through me with crystal blues. "But I forgave him in time."

Squeezing he said "I still got it boy. Don't you doubt me."

I certainly didn't.

"I'll live to be 100 years old. You'll see."

Our friendship grew, and I heard many of his stories over the next few years, many several times.

This sweet little man and his memories. All packed up for heaven.

I moved away for a few years but came back on his 100th birthday to marvel and thank the good Lord for
coming down to visit me and help me build a mansion in my heart;
And for hauling me up to the rafters...


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