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5472. NuPlanetOne - 7/5/2005 7:22:53 PM

Dread

Rome is burning.
And the tune I play
In a most clever way
Is a happy one.

As all about me
The forces mount
Impossible to count
Yet I fiddle.

Now looking back
At bygone days
My donkey brays
And I smile.

I should run
Make my retreat
Rush to the street
But I listen.

I strain
But I finally hear
One voice so clear
It is my own.

How can I escape
The voices inside
Where will I hide?
So I wait.

I argue
But the voice is strong
Out side the throng
Grows loud.

Flames
Light the walls
And in the halls
Heavy feet.

I remind the gods
That I once prayed
I am afraid
Still I fiddle.

How much time
The door gives way
They will not delay
My end.

I see now
What I could have done
But the voice has won
I see faces

The fiddle
Is swung at my head
I remembered the dread
Is all.

They drag him,
Bleeding, through the square
As if he could hear,
Dead.

5473. alistairConnor - 7/5/2005 11:06:28 PM

Powerful!

Keep fiddling. And fuck 'em.

5474. NuPlanetOne - 7/6/2005 7:43:25 PM

thanks alistair.......i fiddle fearlessly, furiously and free. and you're right, fuck'em all! This is my recital.

5475. RickNelson - 7/16/2005 8:21:57 PM

I got back the day dogs sniffed explosive powder at the airport.


My flight was about five hours earlier,
I missed all the mess, fear and stress.

Stress enough, to fly twelve hours,
stirred the hours, walking the babe.

Narrow aisle, feet obstacles,
cooing, patting, walking, I fade.

Damn, hate twelve hour flights,
when flying, and time stand,
but not still, yet so very still.


5476. Ulgine Barrows - 7/17/2005 9:54:39 AM

Bad omens are everywhere.
Angst-filled poetry that nobody wants to read.
Written by me.
Hey, Tricia.

5477. arkymalarky - 7/17/2005 6:23:08 PM

Reading (as always), just not responding (as usual).

I do love it, though, and I've shared this spot with a number of friends.

5478. RickNelson - 7/18/2005 1:41:58 PM

Ulgine,

I still dig angst, it's a taste some go for. Slame it on down if ya want to.

5479. Macnas - 7/18/2005 2:05:37 PM

Angst eh?

Right about now
I’d push you down a stairs
And jump on your broken body

Right about now
I’d break your teeth
And make you swallow every shard

But that was just a second ago
Not even a second long
Just enough for my knuckles to twitch

Right about now
I’m laughing at your lame excuse
Laughing with you ‘cos you know it’s lame

Right about now,
I forget about it all
And we keep moving on to the next thing.

5480. PelleNilsson - 7/18/2005 3:36:33 PM

That's very good, Macnas, very good indeed.

5481. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:43:33 PM

That's murderous, not angst, IMO, Macnas.


I should like to be a bride
whose husband died
and left her money
to have the beautiful children
raised in honey

5482. alistairConnor - 8/5/2005 9:46:15 PM

now THAT is murderous...

you killed the father of those beautiful children

5483. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:58:40 PM

traffic incidents
have nothing to do with
spraying lotion
that glistens the body

5484. Ulgine Barrows - 8/6/2005 2:33:34 AM

I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
-Joan Baez

My son is getting so big, physically and mentally. Awesome!

5485. Macnas - 8/8/2005 11:45:04 AM

Disconnect, part 1.

Dragging the brush
Through the tangle
I concentrate but you
Wince and roll your eyes

Looking into those skyward eyes
Green like mine
But big and wide
And young, but not a little child

I get self-conscious all of a sudden
You’re all but tapping your foot
So I hand you the brush
And I say to you:

You can do this yourself
You’re well able now
“I know”, you say
And that’s all.

5486. Magoseph - 8/8/2005 1:37:32 PM

And that's great, Mac.

5487. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:13:30 AM

Mocassins, part here

floating, flying above the pit
the swirling sewer currents
bother not the feathers
of the lucky birds
secure in their roosts

5488. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:23:32 AM

that was to say, I liked it too!

5489. alistairconnor - 8/9/2005 9:44:21 AM

and that's very powerful, Gine.

5490. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 9:52:18 AM

So is this:


my hand fell of me knee
my jaw dropped

o honey, I shook my head
your ex-wife's dead

and now I can have thee

5491. NuPlanetOne - 8/11/2005 9:12:33 PM

Very nice Macnas...please do some more. Ulgine...your wit is delicious. You need to write a whole poem, and not just to amuse us. You are a natural.

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