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Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Aug 5, 2012 - 12:21pm

Fist

Iron growing in the dark,
it dreams all night long
and will not work. A flower
that hates God, a child
tearing at itself, this one
closes on nothing.

Friday, late,
Detroit Transmission. If I live
forever, the first clouded light
of dawn will flood me
in the cold streams
north of Pontiac.

It opens and is no longer.
Bud of anger, kinked
tendril of my life, here
in the forged morning
fill with anything — water,
light, blood — but fill.

- Philip Levine

geordiezimmerman

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Posted: Aug 4, 2012 - 11:02am

LIFE

Welcome to life, the great unkown.
It starts with a cry, the first of many.

First step, first day, first time.
Childhood friends.
Playground bullies.
Fractured families.

Come of age and fly the nest.
Ambitions to be the best.
Loss of innocence.
Life changing event.
Console each other.
Extol each other.
Travel the world to find one another.

Keep in touch.
Out, and proud.
The quiet.
The loud.

We love.
We hate.
Build.
Destroy.
Create.
Celebrate,
Discriminate.
Rise up and demonstrate.

We starve
Consume, from bust to boom.
The fast lane.
Fast food.
Bad moods.

We express ourselves.
Undress ourselves.
Allow this life to stress ourselves.
We take life.
We make life.
Record it.
Observe it.
Do everything we can to preserve it.

Break the mold.
Make the rules.
Chose a god.
Do not suffer fools.

We share it.
Grin and bear it.
Lose it all.
Find the drive.
We strive to thrive because we are alive.
Welcome to life.

ScottN

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Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary
Gender: Male

Posted: Aug 2, 2012 - 9:07pm
Umberdog wrote: Grandma ... Very nice!

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Aug 2, 2012 - 5:43am

Umberdog wrote:

Grandma

When I remember grandma
I see sunken eyes
from years and years
of worry and carrying
other's woes.

I see hands,
skin tissue thin,
bones and bluish veins
knobby joints,
and fingers twisted
by time, work and arthritis.

I remember her calling,
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,
come in, it's about to rain!"

I had stepped out of sight
on some young
adventure;
watching huge
black ants
marching single file
along the old
weathered
and moss-covered
fence at the back
of the back yard.

Where flowers grew
almost wild;
pansies and primroses,
bachelor buttons,
snapdragons,
yellows,
purples,
reds and blues,
pink and white
and everywhere
was green.

Delicate baby's breath,
amid poppies
gone to seed,
their pods gently
rattling against
the dampened breeze.

I remember storm clouds
coming to water
grandmas garden;
thunder growling
and lightning
flashing on the horizon,
like grandma's
old box camera
stealing pictures
of time.

Soon grandma
would be covering
her tomato plants.

A little later
she'd brew up
some hot chocolate
from mystical things
in her cupboard.

Once the rain
had passed,
she'd tear handfuls
of stale bread
and toss it to the birds.

It's been thirty-two years
since I last looked
on grandma's face;
thirty-two years of
wishing she were here.

She knew exactly
how to calm my fear.

Very nice. Don't turn your back on simplicity when things get complicated. There is reason locked within.

Umberdog

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Location: In my body.
Gender: Male

Posted: Aug 2, 2012 - 2:41am

miamizsun

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Location: (3283.1 Miles SE of RP)
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 30, 2012 - 10:31am
Surprise! I'm surrounded by geniuses I never knew that I was such an idiot The gods are smiling on me Well maybe not so much Escucho!

Manbird

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Location: La Villa Toscana
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 30, 2012 - 10:05am

samiyam wrote:

Elegy with Oil in the Bilge

By the time we got out on the water

the sun was so low, it wasn’t like water

but a field of gray snow that we plowed

in one endless white furrow of water

as I skirted the rocks and wrecked trawlers

and abandoned old jetties just under the water,

while you moaned in the bow, slick with fever,

whispering back to whatever the water

chattered and hissed through the hull

until at last there were lights on the water

and I let the old Mercury rattle and sputter

its steaming gray rainbows out onto the water

as we drifted, at idle, for the last time in your life,

through that beloved, indifferent harbor.

~ Patrick Phillips ~

The Storhm

I inhaled the storhm

Athe the wind

Blud of the sky

Soaked the skin

Tea tobacco and cloth

All stowed below

With nails in krates

While songs of bloe

Always bohring bohring into

Deep kley but thules

I rest now

My mules are nested

The Miller's mill mill

At river's bend turnee

Das ankors hold hold

The Schipps and listen:

Our sails remain

Yet it blows

Yet it throes

And I inhale

This Gale boren from

Waterhorn I think she

Akorned the fallen oak

I tasted her quicksmoke

Her kerasoteen

Made me thirst

First for women

Hungree as bakon

Then deep as flud

Deep as brood overflud

The yung lapin

And the hold bruin

No this air

They sing "n'est pas"

Running

To higher holios

No fear

No asfixia they hear

With their bones

Yet they no

What I inhale

And they inhale

- R. C. Diebold

samiyam

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Location: Moving North

Posted: Jul 30, 2012 - 8:41am

Elegy with Oil in the Bilge

By the time we got out on the water

the sun was so low, it wasn’t like water

but a field of gray snow that we plowed

in one endless white furrow of water

as I skirted the rocks and wrecked trawlers

and abandoned old jetties just under the water,

while you moaned in the bow, slick with fever,

whispering back to whatever the water

chattered and hissed through the hull

until at last there were lights on the water

and I let the old Mercury rattle and sputter

its steaming gray rainbows out onto the water

as we drifted, at idle, for the last time in your life,

through that beloved, indifferent harbor.

~ Patrick Phillips ~

Umberdog

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Location: In my body.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 21, 2012 - 12:40am
ScottN wrote: Great poem. And, thanks for the insight in your PS. Thank you, Scott N. I enjoyed your selection, too.

ScottN

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Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 11:14pm

Wheelchairs

by Rhina P. Espaillat

Arrayed as if this ward were some bright deck
scrubbed for a long, romantic, costly cruise,
they wait for passengers, steel arm and neck
gleaming with welcome. Three, exchanging views,
huddle like cronies glad to be aboard
together among strangers; here and there
a loner muses; two lean close to hoard
some gossip much too scandalous to share.

Nurses in soft pastels chatter and smile;
light music tinkles somewhere overhead,
and floral paintings in a sprightly style
conjure the ghost of summer, long since dead.
But wheelchairs, glinting, wink as if to say,
Not now, not yet, but you and I, someday..."

ScottN

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Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 11:14pm
Umberdog wrote: ... It's a play on a quote of Lao Tzu's in the Tao Te Ching. He posited a good many seeming paradoxes, therein. It is echoed in Christ's "love thy enemy." I've been thinking on this a lot lately. Great poem. And, thanks for the insight in your PS.

Umberdog

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Location: In my body.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 11:00pm

An Observation
July 20, 2012

Hate your enemies
and you underestimate them.

Through eyes of hatred:
One denies hope.
One denies dreams.
One denies worth.

One will never learn of
the goodness inside
and of potential.

One cannot see the light
beneath the shadows
of them despised.

One cannot learn the wisdom
of their experience;
of their successes
and their failures.

One underestimates them.

The easiest thing is hatred.
Knowledge, too, is easy.
Wisdom is hard.
Self control is almost forgotten.

It's a play on a quote of Lao Tzu's in the Tao Te Ching. He posited a good many seeming paradoxes, therein. It is echoed in Christ's "love thy enemy." I've been thinking on this a lot lately.

GeneP59

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Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at yesterday.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 10:25pm
oldviolin wrote: He's just a shepherd... Now there's a face you have to love.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 10:21pm
Umberdog wrote: He's much more than that. He's my compadre...

Umberdog

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Location: In my body.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 10:17pm
oldviolin wrote: He's just a shepherd... He's much more than that.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 10:09pm
GeneP59 wrote: Is that an Akita? He's just a shepherd...

GeneP59

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Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at yesterday.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 10:04pm
oldviolin wrote: My shadowy boy in silvery silhouette That silver boy lately, his shadows not yet His visage the depths of his soulful eyes The breadth of his lifetimes, the wheres to his whys I remember a boy once, from that so long ago To have had such a friend as this...Shiloh Is that an Akita?

oldviolin

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Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 9:59pm
Umberdog wrote: Great poem, OV, and great photograph. why thank you sir. Just musing a little. He's doing well. back to you

Umberdog

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Location: In my body.
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 9:49pm
oldviolin wrote: My shadowy boy in silvery silhouette That silver boy lately, his shadows not yet His visage the depths of his soulful eyes The breadth of his lifetimes, the wheres to his whys I remember a boy once, from that so long ago To have had such a friend as this...Shiloh Great poem, OV, and great photograph.

oldviolin

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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male

Posted: Jul 20, 2012 - 9:45pm
My shadowy boy in silvery silhouette That silver boy lately, his shadows not yet His visage the depths of his soulful eyes The breadth of his lifetimes, the wheres to his whys I remember a boy once, from that so long ago To have had such a friend as this...Shiloh

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