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Ailinn
Windchimer

1610 Posts

Posted - 08/16/2007 :  18:29:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
To My Brother Miguel In Memoriam

Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mama
caressed us: "But sons..."

Now I go hide
as before, from all evening
lectures, and I trust you not to give me away.
Through the parlor, the vestibule, the corridors.
Later, you hide, and I do not give you away.
I remember we made ourselves cry,
brother, from so much laughing.

Miguel, you went into hiding
one night in August, toward dawn,
but, instead of chuckling, you were sad.
And the twin heart of those dead evenings
grew annoyed at not finding you. And now
a shadow falls on my soul.

Listen, brother, don't be late
coming out. All right? Mama might worry.

Peruvian poet
~Cesar Vallejo~
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 08/16/2007 :  21:02:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
From the banks of Loch Katrine with my dear Charlotte
Did it come to unfold my affections for a certain Lady
Possessed, yet I, with infatuation at first
Not unlike the sun breaking the night into dawn,
I had to wait out the day to see what lay ahead at nightfall.

Sofia is less forgiving, as the glens in the Trossachs beckon
With rippling brooks for all to explore. I am still haunted nevertheless
By the Lady in the Lake whose tale needs telling.
A short abandonment, from a delirious fever, am I able to continue
This obsessive behavior...

Of a king, a chieftain, a romantic hero, does flow from the ink of my stylus
Am I able to let my inner thoughts escape from the abyss of my soul and imagination.
Have I lived it before? Is it just a dream? A fairy tale at best? From where it comes I know not where.
It must escape or I will go mad, I must see what is written, after my hand has passed the page, for I know not what it may turn out to be...
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 08/22/2007 :  22:01:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Winds of the past were blowing silently and screaming at the
same time in her heart and in her mind. She had tried so hard
to escape them all of her life, but here they were again . . not
like a long lost friend, but like a formidable enemy. She had
loved and lost too many times to count, but the songs and the
dances still played in her brain, reminding her of a time when
she thought only of today. She had never worried about tomorrow,
and now it was tomorrow ... today. It was hard to face the future
now, with so much regret and sorrow . . borne forever... on the
winds of the past.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 08/22/2007 :  23:02:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Miss Mamie?"

[she silently watched...not a word fell from her lips]

'oh if I could only hold her close to my heart'.....he quietly said.





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Ailinn
Windchimer

1610 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2007 :  17:47:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's tired and there's no room at the Inn. No Happy Meal deals or high-fives to greet them. Nada. "So, go ahead, then," she tells the kids, wide-eyed and solemn at seven and ten. "You'll get new pajamas and toothbrushes. And you can finish that puzzle game." "Pick the camouflage pj's for Antonio," Ynez whispers to the social worker. She flips open her cell phone and punches a number. Already Out Bail Bonds on speed dial. Behind her the HOLLYWOOD sign rises a mythic forty-five feet high on Mount Lee. And on Sunset the tourists in Hertz convertibles maneuver the potholes of Guitar Row past the Hotel California and out to the Palisades.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2007 :  19:45:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I lay down in the grass at the top of the Jersey Palisades and look at Manhatten thru the fog... So quiet from here, so crazy inside it's jungles... The City can kick your ass good and proper, but, as Levon Helm said, You gotta brush yourself off and get up and go at it again...

~*~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1610 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2007 :  18:17:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~Grace Paley~
December 1922 ~ August 2007

"...she illuminated the daily trials
and boisterous interior lives
of working-class men and women
in language that radiated humanity,
intelligence, and streetwise humor..."
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5422 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2007 :  19:19:33  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One interviewer asked Grace, “You’re a mother, a wife, a writer,
a teacher, an activist. How do you have time to do it all?”
Grace said, "Well, I have all day.”


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1610 Posts

Posted - 08/25/2007 :  17:14:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...the blossom in the blood, my Love
The blossom in the blood..."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1610 Posts

Posted - 08/25/2007 :  17:34:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now they're in another county where mourning doves cry spire to spire at Mission San Luis Rey. The cleared chaparral is crisping on the holy, sloping hill where the fire department is instructing the Padres on how to "negotiate the burn". Two silent hook and ladders with crimson lights flashing against the Gift Shop's "faithfully restored" stalls. More than enough light to alarm him. And hasn't he been inside long enough worrying about her soul? His pent-up energy. His heavy, dark fuel. His temper like mercury rising. God knows. There's enough gas in the pickup to get them back to Eden. Six wet miles at high tide.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 08/25/2007 :  19:53:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
If sea level is the same everywhere, why are there locks in the Panama Canal?

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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2007 :  02:07:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Craig

If sea level is the same everywhere, why are there locks in the Panama Canal?

let me swim through the locks
let me swim through the locks

...........through Anabel's long flowing hair

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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2007 :  02:09:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
has anybody seen......my sweet Anabel?
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2007 :  20:03:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My Dad, the Reverend,
told me when I was little
that he was going to save the world.

I believed him.

I still do...

RevB
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2007 :  21:07:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by buckman

My Dad, the Reverend,
told me when I was little
that he was going to save the world.

I believed him.

I still do...

RevB




Amen...

Craig
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2007 :  23:08:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The sun ! How beautiful it was as it began its rise from
beneath the sea as BGee looked out the window of her daughter's
home. She hurried to get her camera to get a picture of it,
since it was rare that she was ever up early enough to see a sunrise.
The visit was going great. The Intimidator was not in the home at
this time. He had gone out West to the Air Force Base where he
was serving until his orders come and he can join the family in
FLorida, where he had moved them so that his son could begin playing football. BGee couldn't get over how peaceful everyone
and everything was, inside the home and outside. No ranting. No
raging. No raving. No cursing. No abuse of any kind was apparent.
It was Heaven in this home, at least for a few more days. The
bitterness and hate was still in the mountains, just north of Denver.
BGee thought, ..if only I could move those mountains and surround him
tightly so that he could never leave. If only I could set a trap
that would hold him until his children are grown and can make
their own decisions. If only I could have orders cut so that he
would be sent somewhere far, far away ...a place so remote that he
would surely miss the family that he treats so brutishly, and
bullies beyond understanding. If only I could put him on a ship
that would sail around the world and never come into any port until
his children are old enough to take him on man to man and see if
he could take it as well as he dishes it out. IF ONLY !!! Yes.
If only.

BGee
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2007 :  17:13:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"A family is a terrible thing to waste."

by
BGee
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2007 :  18:24:43  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
http://members.tripod.com/buckmaniac/id20.htm
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2007 :  19:04:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sitting in the silent darkness next to you. Nothing need be said, just know that I am here...and there.

I am not going to pretend and tell you that I know your pain, because I don't. Just know that someone cares...

Craig
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2007 :  19:42:50  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank...I do KNOW your pain Brother...
You lost Barb Dec 11, 2003...I lost Pam Jan 11, 2004....
you lost your son, Jesse (age 18) Aug 28 1992 in an automobile accident...
I lost my daughter, Erin (age 20) Aug 26 2000 in an automobile accident...

and it still feels like a stone sitting on my heart.

love ya Hank...
peace...andrew

Edited by - andrew p on 08/28/2007 19:43:23
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