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Message 1412151 - Posted: 6 Sep 2013, 14:36:41 UTC

Now you're gone

I’m walking through our forest again
and i’m waiting for the sun.
The birds are quiet,
they don’t sing their melody
but i still know how it sounds.
I’m sitting on our stone,
Where we used to wait for dusk.
The rain is cold ,heaven’s grey
It seems just like yesterday,
i was sitting at your grave.

Where will i see you again?
Asking for coincidence.

When will i kiss you again?
No more feeling alone

I watch the sun, he passes by
I don’t feel his warmth anymore
because now you’r gone...
and i can’t see tomorrow.
No last words to say,
only memories remain.
A farewell
and then my path goes
for ever on.

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Message 1412538 - Posted: 7 Sep 2013, 8:43:43 UTC



A MUGGING

When my guard was down,
They attacked from behind...
With a blow to the head,
now I wake up to find...

There's a sort of red mist,
In front of one eye...
My tongue is gone rubbery,
And my mouth is all dry...

A part of my head,
Floats on its own...
It pains when I move,
And makes me groan...

My stomach and its contents,
Have ceased to be friends...
And are now parting ways,
Via both my ends...

I ought to get up,
But frightened to try...
Just want to lie here,
And hope that I die...

I cannot understand how,
I came to be caught...
By those two nasty muggers,
Red wine and port...

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Message 1412682 - Posted: 7 Sep 2013, 19:06:13 UTC

Some musings, after reading Fanny Howe's "Second Childhood",
Poetry, magazine, Sept. 2013, pp. 497-500:


Egos


Questions:

Do large egos seek acclaim,
from strangers --

and, small egos seek acclaim,
from friends?

Do egos alternatively wax,
then wane?

Would friends become strangers,
and, then,

friends, again?

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7 September 2013

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Message 1414848 - Posted: 12 Sep 2013, 23:59:58 UTC
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Blank Page


"I can't think of a thing!"
"I'm not competent enough!"
"And, yet, there are those who write,
without analyzing themselves!"
"They must be of the mediocre normal crowd."

"Well, they'll never be published,
if that's the case."

"I feel better, already."

"I'll go ahead and struggle through and write --
and be published."

"Oh, yet, I mustn't forget my connections to the publisher."
"Life isn't fair -- I have to keep reminding myself."

"Of course, will my works really merit the acclaim?

"I"ll have to ask my psychiatrist, that one."


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12 September 2013
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Message 1415389 - Posted: 14 Sep 2013, 1:30:13 UTC

Kindly allow the last, of the "heavy" trilogy . . .


Uniqueness


At conception, we have unique talents.
Perhaps, if desired,
they can be modified, with effort.
This can happen, through most of our productive years.

As we age, our genetic endowment,
plus,
our exposure to the environment,
reveal the myriad,
unique ways,
in which, to die.

And, then,
if not earlier,
we consider
what might follow
our unique lives. . .

Very sincerely.

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Message 1415631 - Posted: 14 Sep 2013, 16:46:52 UTC


HOME THERAPY...

When a package arrives I quickly open it wide,
And hastily remove all the stuff found inside...

I discard all items except the plastic wrapped,
That piece with bubbles in which air is trapped...

I spread the sheet and look downward with glee,
And with two fingers, I pop one, two, and three...

I feel quite content and my face gets a glow,
I pop some more and move on to the next row...

I'm feeling so good I can't think of stopping,
As the room fills up with the sounds of popping...

Every worry and care and each little trouble,
Floats away with the pop of each air bubble...

When I finally reach the end I feel quite mellow,
All that popping has made me a contented fellow...

If you are like me, and contentment is a rarity,
Get some bubble wrap: It's cheaper than therapy...

(C.C.P.R.)

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Message 1415633 - Posted: 14 Sep 2013, 16:54:02 UTC - in response to Message 1415631.

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Message 1417170 - Posted: 18 Sep 2013, 12:36:28 UTC

Guiding star


There once was little star
that came from far away.
It brought light into my life
so I could shine every day.

it gave me confidence and courage,
an incredible strength to fight.
And when I doubted myself
it came directly to me, even at night

The star has done its work
and is ready to disappear.
Thank you sweet little star
to help overcoming my fear.

One last look
as the star begins to fly
I wave my both hands
and softly say.... goodbye

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Message 1418438 - Posted: 21 Sep 2013, 4:14:55 UTC - in response to Message 1417170.

For a forum of astronomy people a sweet poem about a star gives us all hope.

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Message 1418475 - Posted: 21 Sep 2013, 7:13:26 UTC - in response to Message 1418438.

For a forum of astronomy people a sweet poem about a star gives us all hope.

Thank you,



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Message 1419131 - Posted: 23 Sep 2013, 2:14:29 UTC


ROAD TRIP

Are we nearly there Dad?
Is it very far?
Oh he is going to drive me mad,
We had just got in the car...

Are we nearly there Dad?
Have we far to go?
Oh God this is bad,
We had only gone a mile or so...

Are we nearly there Dad?
Is it far away?
Why don’t you take out your ipad,
There must be games you can play...

Are we nearly there Dad?
I really have to pee!
I know this is sad,
But I think he’s doing it deliberately...

Are we nearly there Dad?
Is it much further?
I’m losing what patience I had,
I will be done for murder...

Are we nearly there Dad?
This is taking a long time!
Please, please stop asking lad,
Before I commit an awful crime...

Are we nearly there Dad?
This is not much fun!
You are getting on my nerves a tad,
Please give it over Son...

Are we nearly there Dad?
I am feeling very sick!
Just one more problem to add,
I am at the end of my wick...

Are we nearly there Dad?
I am really bored!!!
I hope this is just a fad,
He might stop if he’s ignored...

Are we nearly there Dad?
He asked rather sleepily%
If he sleeps I will be glad,
I thought, rather guiltily...

Are we nearly there Dadeeee?
He started to whine n moan!
Why must he keep on and on at me,
I really feel like crying to the bone...

Are we nearly there Dad?
I said yes, five minutes more!
It was a white lie, what a cad,
But at last, I heard him snore...

Now Son we are here, eventually,
We have no further to roam...
But he began screaming incessantly,
“I just want to go home!!”...

Are we nearly there Dad?
Louder and louder he screams!
It’s been six months since that trip we had,
But I still hear him in my dreams!...

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Message 1423822 - Posted: 3 Oct 2013, 23:51:13 UTC
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After three days of nothing, in Washington, D.C.:


Sunrise


A new day's here
for Christian might,
when social health-care's
taken flight.

With S-S firmly
in our sights,
plus, global warming,
women's rights.

Evolution's
in disgrace;
Creationism's
rightful place.

Automation's
out the door;
U.S. men
to work the floor.

Whites men, only,
cast their vote --
God and country,
common folk.


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03 November 2013
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Message 1425894 - Posted: 8 Oct 2013, 21:27:55 UTC


WOW!

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Message 1428463 - Posted: 14 Oct 2013, 14:17:13 UTC
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A poem about moths, from . . .

(note, in advance: Archy is a smart cockroach, who bangs out
poems, with his head, on an old-fashioned upright typewriter, at night,
and Mehitabel, a reincarnated alley cat, who claims to have been
Cleopatra, in a previous life. D. M.'s poems came out in 1927.)
Mehitabel is not mentioned, in this poem.


Archy and Mehitabel

by, Don Marquis


i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll

that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself


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Message 1430934 - Posted: 20 Oct 2013, 3:21:51 UTC

Halloween


Oh, humbug, now,
some say, to me --

It's nightmare-time
from history.

But, most will say
it's all for real . . .

a whispy ghost,
a rasping squeal.

A jack-o-lantern's
visage warns:

"All little monsters,
you'll grow horns!"

And, yet . . .

The dark night's safer
on my street,

when little goblins
trick or treat.

And, yes, my children
braved that night --

to satisfy their
appetite!

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j. r. martin
19 October 2013

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Message 1432570 - Posted: 24 Oct 2013, 12:27:43 UTC
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My guardian angel

Sometimes I wonder if you can see me.
Do you look down on me from up there?
I want to know if you guide me?...
And if you follow me everywhere.
Sometimes I wonder if you know me,
If you know what I became?
Do you know what my characteristics are?
Do you even know my name?
Do you know what I look like?
Do you know my face?
I want to know if you know who I am.
Cause I always feel your embrace.

But I also want to know about you.
Who you used to be.
How it would be if you were still here.
And if you look like me.
I'm feeling a kind of connection,
Eventhough we never met.
And it just that little fact, that makes me feel so sad.
Cause I don't know who you are,
I don't have any clue.
But still I'm very curious,
I'm curious about you.

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Message 1433185 - Posted: 25 Oct 2013, 13:47:14 UTC



Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpety Dumpety had a great fall...

All the Kings horses and all the Kings men,
Could not put Humpt Dumbt together again...

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Message 1434172 - Posted: 27 Oct 2013, 1:14:46 UTC

Halloween, perhaps, can be a time for reflections. . .

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A Different Journey


Whisps of vapor
muffled scratchng sounds
from within
the leafless forest.

Its ancient, gnarled limbs
seemed to be guarding
an ageless, dark secret --

a secret, struggling
to release itself
into the biting, cold air.

I shivered, inside my coat.
How did I get on this remote,
unpaved country road?

Did I die, and come back
to forever anxiously
tread this dirt road?

There were no signs of
habitation, thus far.
No warmly-lit windows,
along the way.

I had my memories,
but parts were missing.

A moon-lit meadow
appeared, ahead.

Perhaps, a sympathetic answer
could be found
inside an opened door.

Where was my family?
Where were my friends?

No homes were in sight,
and I was getting weary.

And, it was still
night.

I never thought dying
could ever be like this.

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j. r. martin
16 October 2013

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Message 1434686 - Posted: 28 Oct 2013, 10:13:27 UTC

Beautiful, Jim!
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Message 1434692 - Posted: 28 Oct 2013, 10:29:30 UTC

Julie, you Guardian Angel was lovely :-))

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