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6091. ricknelson - 8/31/2013 2:53:31 PM Thanks judithathome, I stopped in a few months ago and discovered that news. I was reminiscing last year.
I do miss having time to work on writing.
Yesterday I discovered the Kenny Neal and the Neal family. They're an awesome group of musicians. 6092. bhelpuri - 2/17/2014 7:45:29 PM What up, Ryckster! 6093. NuPlanetOne - 4/28/2014 3:32:29 AM
Was going through old files and found this first poem I had posted years ago. Which our old friend Maria followed with one in the same vein. Miss that girl!
Like a Pet
That time, it was close
I thought I could avoid thinking
I thought I might get lost
In your rhythm. In your tossed
And sinking ship. Some company
Going down. Yet, bewildered
You could not pull me out
I did not even reach for your hand
Your look as it scanned my face
Was a death all by itself
I could not explain. You could not
Understand. In any case,
Nothing changed for me
It never does. But I saved you
Had I pulled you in my sin
Would have been greater. I could
Have kept you forever. You know,
Like a pet.
And when I saw you again, I should
Have said more. And how eerily you let
Me go. It bothered me for days
It disturbed me in ways
I dread to examine. But I dug
I sifted and the hammer struck me
It was not death on your face
It was relief. Good Jesus!
Could I be that alone. This belief
This tragedy that I play to
This resignation and conceited grief
That I live in. What? Even that,
My conclusions, even these?
Even you! You called them delusions
I remember now. I remember how
You quickly changed your tone
You had figured it out, wow!
And then just played along! And now
While it all settles in, had I known
You could have saved me,I would
Have taken your hand and learned
To sit and obey and stay, you know,
Like a pet. But you let me go.
NuPlanetOne
You May Not Bell the Cat
Save me? Save me?
Oh, no, my dear;
I saved myself.
Per secula
Seculorum;
For ever and
Ever, Amen.
I am the cat
Who walks alone;
Solitary
Splendor suits me.
You might as well
Have tried to keep
A lightning bolt
From flashing by.
You think too much;
Did I forget
To tell you that?
Of course I let
You go, to give
Us both a chance
To start the dance
Anew, untouched
By boredom’s taint.
That is the death
From which I run,
And which you saw
Reflected in
My gaze. Enough!
Despair shall be
The death of you,
If you let it.
Away with you;
These eternal
Postmortems still
The song of life.
Maria Gleason
6094. arkymalarky - 4/28/2014 3:43:15 AM Oh Nu! And thank you for reposting those poems! Always one of the best things about the whole place. Thanks for bringing it back to the surface. 6095. wabbit - 4/28/2014 8:34:20 PM Nu, thanks for those - good to see you! 6096. alistairconnor - 4/29/2014 10:38:49 AM Ah glory days. How's your prose writing, Mr Planet? 6097. NuPlanetOne - 5/3/2014 10:59:16 PM Thanks guys. Actually, alistair, am hoping to string together a collection of short stories by years end. 6098. NuPlanetOne - 5/19/2014 8:51:49 PM Something serious and something light....
My Wonderful Dream
Am I missing sunsets
That trail along the sky
I know I miss the dawn
When I sat alone
On the pier
It was a holy time
I had no experience
And no regrets
I just wished
For things
Because there was time
Ahead
And wishing was so grand
The trust in hope
That fierce strength
To make things happen
And even when nothing
I wished for
Came to pass
There was the next dawn
And even as the same
Weary boats
Went out
I believed, for me
It would be different
At some point
I began
To watch the sunset
The colors
Seemed to match
My broken heart
The rusty golds stretched
Like regrets
Across the sky
And the urgency
And my wishes
Hung like the day’s
Nets
Out to dry
And although
I might still
Look up and sit
Quiet at dawn
Or sit looking back
At shore
As the boat takes me out
The wild desire
And painful yearning
As the sun gleams
Over the edge
Is not anymore
A holy thing
But just some other
Fisherman’s
Wonderful dream
24 Hour Blues
There is something dogging me
A heaviness. A dread
Feelings of emptiness
I must be depressed. Finally!
I know what it is
This feels like the blues
Are these the blues?
I need an instrument
To play them on. A Saxaphone
I need an analyst
To dig into my past
How long do they last?
Should I sit by the window
On a passing bus
Staring out into space?
No. I will sit alone in a booth
In a café and brood
I won’t order food
What if I do smile?
It must be a grin
A sad looking grin
Of chagrin. Self pity
And if it lasts a day
Who are you to say
Get over it?
6099. webfeet - 7/8/2014 1:44:39 AM OMG! HE BE BCK 6100. webfeet - 7/8/2014 2:28:28 AM No, no , don't misunderstand my euphoric outburst for Nuplanet's return as a stunning disregard for the loss of Seamus Heaney or PelleNillson. But I do think humor is needed here. I just told my husband that some beloved Motees died, and he said, being French, that we should call it, instead of the Mote, La Morte. You can't account for the French. They're just...like that.
6101. webfeet - 7/8/2014 2:31:19 AM Omg,Nuplanet. You must stop it. I am weeping like an Opera. 6102. webfeet - 7/8/2014 2:31:42 AM And, of course, I loved Maria Gleason. 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.
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