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Monday, November 23, 2009

Riff on Laurel’s Pompeii
Category: Writing and Poetry

What is a city but a mound,
A compilation of many towns,
A base of different soil striations,
Blessed by many poured libations;
A heap of bones, a cemetary,
Burnt cups and scrolls and statuary;
A proof that life has come before;
This too shall pass, and be no more.

2:34 PM

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Monday, November 23, 2009

Where Are the Loves
Category: Writing and Poetry

Where are the loves of days gone by,
Those lovely faces that made me cry,
Whose beauty, wit, and personality
Reduced my Art to banality?

Where are the loves of yesterday,
Who left me speechless on the day
When first I saw their charming form,
And left me living so forlorn?

Where are the loves of long ago,
Who seized and caught my heart in tow,
Who left me gaping on my knees,
Oh pride where is thy "Pretty please?"

Time has turned them into hags,
They limp and jerk with shopping bags,
Moving awkward down the street,
Proving time is cruel and sweet.

2:28 PM

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Monday, November 23, 2009

The Loves of Yesteryear
Category: Writing and Poetry

Where are those loves of yesteryear,
Who departed angry, some in fear,
Who found my loving quite deficient,
Not realizing they were insuffucient;
For I loved with ardent heart,
Pledging I would ne'er depart
From my home which was their soul;
Such passion takes a heavy toll;
They shook their head at "what's-his-name,"
A wild lad, for sure insane,
Who clearly loved above his station,
They left bewildered, in desperation;
Now safe in distance from those years,
They must look back with lessened fears,
And wonder at that handsome lad,
Who loved them so, and now feel sad.

2:23 PM

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Monday, November 23, 2009

Riff on Gehenna's Silence
Category: Writing and Poetry

I write my name,

I stir the sand,

Upon the beach

With just my hand;

A gust of wind,

The seas embrace,

Floods the grains

As I'm erased.

2:15 PM

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Remembering Debra
Category: Writing and Poetry

You expected much

For your beauty,

Devotion, slavery

A eunuch's duty,

And all for

That patient quest:

To lay my head

Upon your breast;

And there in rapture

Quite profound

To enjoy the freedom

Of that mound;

You look down

And coyly smile

Contemptuous

In your guile;

Whilst I think this

A kind of rape

And silently

Plot my escape.

12:27 PM

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Riff on Lainey’s The Calling
Category: Writing and Poetry

The drummer boy who died alone
On this forgotten hill,
Bore no name, far from home,
His crying, weak, then shrill;
His uniform, gathered rags,
His boots, a double size,
On his cap, a Yankee flag,
And groaning, here he died;
He wandered wounded from the field
Trying to get home,
The bullet's pain all he could feel,
Lost, his name unknown;
We buried him beside this sprig
Of fragile budding oak
With this stone that we rigged;
His name he never spoke.

12:10 PM

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Not Allowed
Category: Writing and Poetry

She self-destructs
And burns her bridges;
What once was sweet,
Is stark and rigid;
She looks down
With pity, sorrow;
But she'll do the same
Upon the morrow.

12:07 PM

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

The East
Category: Writing and Poetry

Oh let us not make a cult of death:
The valiant warrior's smoking breath
In the reeds and bamboo shoots
The circling bird, the discord flute;
Stepping through the tall marsh grass,
His glistening sword about to slash;
Sweat drips from his heavy helmet,
How carefully he weighs each step;
Hunched and stooped in his rice field,
The weathered farmer starts to kneel,
Then he hears the bamboo part,
A sword runs through his beating heart.

12:03 PM

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Another Dream
Category: Writing and Poetry

I dreamt that he had used my books,

The ones I banned by all to look;

Now my books were passed around;

I couldn't talk or make a sound;

For now I was a case, a reference,

I didn't seem to make a difference;

For I was subject, analyzed,

I saw no deference in their eyes;

All I aroused was jealousy;

That was plain for me to see;

But there I sat, a grinning tool,

Being used like chalk at school;

Used by my grinning mentor;

I didn't like to be the center;

Ignored as I was coolly discussed;

It's hard to find someone to trust.

12:01 PM

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Dream
Category: Writing and Poetry

The window rattled in the sash,
Violent, the storm blew past;
Shaking house, and frame, and limb
Which made me pause and think of him;
Alexsi climbed out of his hole
Wondering at the weather's toll;
The wheat was down, the barn was rent,
The water tower on one side bent;
The German Panzer's 1st Divsion,
Made a hasty .....

11:57 AM

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Huang Xiang
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am the silence in the crowd,
The unheard voice that speaks aloud,
The muzzled voice led off to prison,
The mocked voice, the guard's derision;
I am the voice that shouts "I am."
The fervent voice born of woman
That claims a rightful place on earth,
A right to sing, condemn and curse,
All of those who would deny my voice;
I am the soul who has no choice;
I paint the walls with my words;
I paint my house to be heard;
I am the demon in the street
Who shouts at Power's Wild Beasts;
I am the poet who dares to sing
Borne on the love of Xiang Ling.

11:52 AM

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Friday, November 20, 2009

Riff on Eusthacia & The Babylonions
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Our future's written in the stars,"
Is just a line in pickup bars;
A boozey line to break the ice,
Fate is just a false device;
We reify the mythical
When love is just statistical;
When you figure out the odds,
It vaporizes all the Gods;
Successful love is one in ten,
An argument to keep on trying.

12:02 PM

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Friday, November 20, 2009

Riff on Lainey’s Regrets
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am expert in regrets,
The unending worlds of might-have beens;
Of sleepless nights of pain and fret
Wherein I reckoned up my sins;
Where I've re-summed my foolish choices,
Where I've reviewed my wasteful past,
Where I've been hounded by the voices
That have rightly taken me to task;
Yet these misteps advanced my journey
That have taken me along to you
That acting as my own attorney
Defends my choices though miscued;
For though I'm chastized by decisions
That hurt my cause in finding you,
Those fruitless bonds and sad divisions
Brought me into to your purview;
In fear of death and black despair,
Each step I take with studied care.

11:58 AM

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Friday, November 20, 2009

My Fear
Category: Writing and Poetry

Let me fade away in sleep,
Be spared that vision as you weep;
Avoid the desperation of your eyes,
For as I die I will deprive;

I'll take from you your girlish smile,
The daily banter of your wiles;
The occupation of your care,
Which I'll repay with cruel despair;

I'd see the anguish in your eyes
As I fall away, a speck, subside,
Feeling powerless to assuage
Your sorrow, you beside my grave;

Death is but a breath away
Which can arrive on any day;
I see your fear in hovering eyes
Without my love will you survive?

Thus daily do I live in fear
That I will simply disappear
And leave you bereft to grieve alone
In what was once our happy home;

I no longer live just for me,
I struggle on to keep you free
Of that grief which I'll bestow
On you my love when forced to go.

11:53 AM

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