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6103. webfeet - 7/8/2014 2:43:00 AM Maybe we should call it The Merde? 6104. judithathome - 7/8/2014 9:23:39 PM I'm not ready for it to go to shit just yet.... 6105. NuPlanetOne - 8/20/2014 2:42:25 AM Ah, Miss Feet. You bring me to a grin as always with your enthusiasm. I missed you. Yes, poor Maria, our Sprite. And hello to everyone! But Web, Did Seamus pass? Or just no longer haunts this forum? 6106. arkymalarky - 8/20/2014 3:13:42 AM I don't know about Seamus, but you need to look in the cafe if you haven't. Very sad. 6107. NuPlanetOne - 8/22/2014 6:36:58 AM I misunderstood rick's post! Rumors of 'our' Seamus departing this world are gravely exaggerated! I checked the Cafe. Irv will be missed. Sad news indeed.
6108. NuPlanetOne - 11/10/2014 7:43:32 AM Must Be Necessary
Today I saw a photo of 3 spiral galaxies
juxtaposed together, yet drifting in space.
Innumerable worlds twirling at a pace
measured by old light beams and dreams
of understanding an illusory distance
that cannot be reckoned by numbers alone.
That cannot be shown by a current equation
to any exact degree, to be, on any course.
Except perhaps, to be vortexing into a hole.
Down some drain that might contain a receptacle
or some drowning pool that holds everything.
Somewhere that we cannot see them any more.
And we are sure that the hole in our own galaxy
is winding us down in much the same way.
I decided it must be necessary to go into that hole--
Although there is certainly enough room out there--
to avoid it.
6109. judithathome - 11/10/2014 6:56:28 PM Great imagery...I can "see" it all. 6110. NuPlanetOne - 12/4/2014 12:33:11 PM Thanks Judith. And Happy Holidays everyone!
Out of The Silence
We drove in silence
Coming up on a light
You asked me what was wrong
The song on the radio
Ended, and I pretended
Not to hear
You shut it off
You asked again
Why I ignore you
You said now and then
I do that
I ignore you
No I spat
I do it all the time
I ignore you, I thought, said
She goes red with desire
I was thinking
Before the interruption
Merely
Because I smiled or
Brushed against her arm
Not like you,
I said it within
She is magic
And you are not
I felt guilty, defiant
Then said I was joking
Out loud
Poking fun,
Said I always pay attention
You shot that glance
Then stared at your lap
Your left hand gripping
Your right as the light
Strobed...illuminating you
At intervals
But what was I thinking
Just now, you asked
Claimed
I had a look
Like I had a secret
Like I wished
I was alone
You watched the light go green
Then said nothing more between
The next two lights
Do you love her?
The world exploded
There was crackling
Pupils darting
Sweat in furrows
It was starting
To rain
It is true
When you drown
So much
Dances down
And across your mind
It felt like drowning
And if you can find
The words
If you are the kind
That uses them
You might begin quietly
You won’t say anything?
She asked
Then unbearable quiet
Except the wipers
Scraped the windshield
I reached for the radio
She slapped my hand
The motion fanned
The cigarette smoke
The time we had spent
Trying to fix things
Denials and acknowledgement
Beat like a heart
In the air between us
Like shooting stars,
Long tailed
Lights whizzed by
The rain sparkled windows
Your head trained on me
Soul, strained on me
Out of the silence
I began quietly
Yes, I whispered
I love her.
6111. arkymalarky - 12/4/2014 7:05:12 PM I love that poem. I remember it. 6112. NuPlanetOne - 4/6/2015 3:44:03 AM I'll never learn....
En Passant
That was gonna make the difference
And I was gonna show you how
I was gonna make it up to you. Wow!
Where’d that come from. I never
Dreamed that could happen. Now
It is all completely different. It isn’t
About the same thing. Ha! What in
The fuck was I thinking? You never
Showed me this. I don’t care. Doesn’t
Matter. It’s just interesting. Fascinating,
Really. How you managed to do something
Surprising. But major! Totally unexpected
Totally disconnected from me. From
My idea of things. My idea of things?
And what the fuck was that! I didn’t
Even give you a serious place in any things
You were a pawn I moved to set up a move
I had no fear to move two squares ahead
You could be sacked. Or stacked up
Amidst, I don’t know, against, I don’t know!
Whatever. I could just tip the board and start
A new game. But Jesus! How could you afford
I mean, sack me? I taught you how to play
I taught you what to say. How could you want
It all? It’s true, people do grow and change
But you went right on being the same. I know,
I mean, I knew, you were smart, but in my heart
I pretended otherwise. I was just gonna tell you
Make it all right. I was always gonna tell you
It would've made the difference. It might
Have been different. It is different! You moved
Coldly, quietly, right by me. En passant. 6113. judithathome - 4/6/2015 7:05:50 PM Ooooohhh....I like this one so very much!
Because. I have been there...you sound exactly like my exe in that poem. And most likely....like a lot of exes.
Beautifully done, however. I admire you can craft heartbreak into something so...honest. 6114. RickNelson - 7/10/2015 1:54:26 PM Looking for something:
I thought there would be a time,
when being alone would feel alright,
walk and sit around campus,
Looking.
Unaware of what I could seek out.
Watching people, who have something,
I think I could have, but wonder.
I went to see a friend carry a mock coffin,
dressed in black, he trudged, carrying his prop.
A statement of AIDS death and dehumanization.
He was like that, artistic and concerned,
thinking the depth of things....
That time, campus life and observations,
mean many different things.
The so called norm, isn't, and to guess,
Looking
at someone is futile, and in a way dehumanizing.
Let me drag it out, it takes time afterall.
Seeing nuance, the subtle divides of action,
event, reaction and meaning.
Time goes by and the nuances of life
evolve, somewhat,
especially artistically.
Consider who stated,
thoughts roll out on a page.
read, the message and the art.
Looking.
6115. arkymalarky - 7/10/2015 2:21:31 PM So glad to see that here! I particularly like the last two lines. 6116. judithathome - 7/10/2015 6:47:03 PM Very, very good, Rick! Love the flow.... 6117. RickNelson - 7/11/2015 2:09:14 PM Many, many years Communal:
An Ode, if perhaps we strode
alongside rondiaherlihy,
or rode the Stepp with uzmakk
to let the serenity of PamIAm
we meld, today's story to tell,
allowing me liberty, I ask, Judithathome
a capital J, fond and true!
It's hard to move past Pelle,
to dear Seamus' "Coppered Pebbles"
a genuine guileless connection
just as I, without guile, sought JamesWright.
The purity of NuPlanetOne
and the nuance of dear resonance
RyckNelson, an upstart wannabe,
never satisfied, still reflective, knows
theMote home so well.
Blaise, was my enigma, professional
and secure, web savy, written, needing
to grow, we all need praise, even Blaise.
AzureNW, dear AzureNW, empathy I gave,
I get it, I really do! Wished you the BEST!
Marshame, I caught the communal signal,
perhaps it's here today?
Jenerator, I hope you're secure, happy and
filled with joyful days.
An Ode to the past, and now it's here
,
We're not forgotten, your presence,
written or not, seen, or not-
Present.
Note: Good memories, it's fun to be around, looking over posts. Thanks! 6118. arkymalarky - 7/12/2015 4:25:25 AM Awew. Fun old times! 6119. NuPlanetOne - 8/14/2015 5:15:08 AM Rick, I wish Maria could have been around to read 'Looking for Something.' Actually cigarlaw as well, and everyone you mentioned in 'Many, many years, Communal.' (A style that I love. RickNelson, nailing humor and rhyme!! Where is Seamus? Lol.) Anyway, with a poem like 'Looking for Something' I totally get you. Even Mr. Wright, though somewhat a well meaning pedagogue whose placing things on appropriate shelves and classical approach, even he would have to say that one is first rate! I hope everyone else gets it! Some people just don't get things. Lol. (It's why I love webby, she always gets even my most obtuse offerings. With critique, of course) I'm Glad I checked in. 6120. NuPlanetOne - 8/14/2015 5:16:40 AM Obtuse it is.....
Cliché Trees
I must agree, that our beginnings
And endings appear to be unique
That our collection of cells, smells
Sights and sounds, recollection
In a conscious way, the ability to say
To wonder, to try to explain, to pray
These things, and our blind empathy
With a universe, perhaps wholly alien
Yet made of the same stuff, it brings
Me to clichéd conclusions, full of fluff
The usual suspected illusions, the grand
And expected delusions, repackaged
Algorithmic denials, the false hopes
Or eureka pained smiles, all symphonized
By digitally perpetuating files. What
Else to call the universe, but our own?
I swat a bug because it annoys me. I hug
The icon so that nothing destroys me. I chug
Along like a car in the train and I refrain
From circumspection, that upon intense
Inspection, these things, are, one definable
Continuum. And so I morph into oblivion
Into the obvious, like ant or bee analogies
Clichés hung on trees, all alive in a hive
In a line with a purpose and a point. Yes,
Having a point is our purpose. It ought never
Be proved that life is meaningless, we are alive
And death is beside the point.
6121. NuPlanetOne - 9/18/2015 6:09:08 AM bye daddy
lately it sucks
i cant remember
little shit, things
i want to google
then i forgot
the baby's name
grandpa i'm not bo bo
im joshua, remember
bo bo is uncle bobby
i drove to work
where i worked 25 years
ago. its not funny
anymore. my daughter
doesnt joke. she looks
at me like a job
sometimes i pretend
im not back so i can
watch her and see
how bad i'm getting.
got lost in the basement
for a long time
but i found some pictures
of before. then the baby
showed up and brought
me upstairs for
some cherios. 6122. NuPlanetOne - 9/18/2015 6:33:08 AM BTW Rick, Happy B-Day. I'm only a few days late. Lol.
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