aMourningGlory
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BUSINESS UNUSUAL a poem
BUSINESS UNUSUAL
She looks away
in search of a safe zone,
a place to feel human,
as men in black suits
intersect from three directions.
They look beyond her
with business as usual stares,
as if she doesn't exist.
Her eyes peer through
starched shirts,
inside their cold stiff hearts,
unmoved, unbound;
then she breaks free.
Her gaze follows
a path of scars,
a spider web of cracked asphalt
and shadows from above.
Only buildings pull in the sun,
the heat transfer
unable to permeate the road.
Thoughts of moonlit skies
warmed her best
until her stars were removed,
one by one;
then coldness came and clutched her,
leaving her lifeless.
Still, today,
her eyes seek salvation
on Fulton Street.
~copyright 2008~
Where I Knew Youd Be a poem
~copyright 2008 ~
JAMMING A Poem
JAMMING
You walked away
after hearing my words.
Wanting to jam them down my throat,
I could no longer breathe.
My heart exploded
before I could explain.
Still, I offered what was left...
dead flesh to fill your fists.
2008 @ copyright
for what is no more
~for what is no more~
limbs dipped in a vase
blindly begging
thriving on water alone
as there is less and less
to hold the petals
still holding bloom from
fading
withering
falling at your feet
as you walk away
hardly noticing
or remembering
the day first plucked
although not so long ago
drunk in the beauty of
for what is no more
2008 @copyright
My Advice
Never cut your hair after 3 margaritas
Sound advice from a friend:
Never Drink 10 Alabama Slammers in one night !
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POEM ABOUT ALISON
I Ain't Never Leaving Reidsville
With no heart to share
my special star,
I stole away to Reidsville
in the night,
through rains,
through thick of fog,
finding there,
in the wee hours of the morning
when all creatures are called away to sleep,
the biggest heart,
wrapped in the tiniest package,
a heart beating fast,
about to burst,
so much love to give
because of me
(or so I thought).
Loosening my heart,
untying the strings holding it,
releasing pieces,
as much as time allowed
before goodbyes;
that's when I heard
those words
told me
(and to the whole world)...
"I ain't never leaving Reidsville."
Understanding,
I left only exhaust fumes behind
for Reidsville,
but...
for one special heart,
that heart that did touch mine,
I left my special star
for worthy hearts to find
or...
as a gift to take
if ever Alison leaves Reidsville.
~2008 @copyright~
Return To Heart Cave a poem
RETURN TO HEART CAVE
SCRAMBLING DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE;
AIR CRACKLING THROUGH CLOUDS OF DUST;
FEARED ALIEN OF EVIL HEARTS;
ANGERED INTO BATTLE, HE MUST.
A MONSTROUS CREATURE, WIDE TIGER-EYES,
SPARKS TRAILING FROM HIS TAIL;
SUMMONSED BY A WORLD OF NOISE,
TO PURGE, HE SHALL NOT FAIL.
DESCENDING UPON THE VILLAGE BELOW,
THUNDERING ON WITH DEADLY FORCE,
THE MOST INTERESTING OF DRAGONS
PIERCES DARKNESS, SCOPES HIS COURSE.
SORTING TRUTHS FROM FALSITIES
IN THOSE SOUGHT, HE SENSES FEAR;
HOT ENERGY STREAMING DOWN HIS SCALES;
SPARING A FAIR MAIDEN OH SO NEAR.
LOUDLY SOUNDING HIS WARNING,
MOMENTUM BUILDING WITHOUT REMORSE;
LIGHT PULSATING, NOSTRILS SPEWING,
HE LUNGES FORWARD TOWARDS THE SOURCE.
THROUGH A MIST OF CONFUSION, THE MAIDEN SEES,
ACCEPTING THE TRUE NATURE OF BEAST SO BOLD;
HER PURE HEART IS STIRRED ONLY BY HIS WARMTH,
AS THE DETAILS OF VICTORY CAN NOW BE TOLD.
SCOURING EVIL, THE DRAGON SCREAMS SUCCESS;
MAIDEN PRAYING THAT HE BE KEPT SAFE;
HER SMILES OF THANKFULNESS FOLLOW HIM
THROUGH HIS TRAILS HOME TO HIS HEART CAVE.
2008 @copyright
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Cottagerose
08/20/08
Hi Cherri,
I have cleared up some letters received here after finding out that someone has been reading everything written to me. I don't know what I have done to warrant a stalker, but I have one. I am glad that this comes at a time I am having this computer built, bit by bit and my old one with ten years of work has gone to the shop to have disks made from the things I just wrote on the spur of the moment but would like to keep. The technician I have used for years is amazed at the enormous amount of books and poems and stories, as well as records which I have on that old hard drive. He has no idea of the hours I spent there, weeping over the death of my son, trying to keep living by hiding within words. I kept on
writing and writing, then a wonderful person like you comes along to say you enjoy my poetry as well as my chit chat and I am redeemed. I feel justified for spending so many hours sitting at a computer. I do
think it is time well spent however. It is as fulfilling as hours of television can be for those who find fault with me.
I had not realized that you letter was a new one till I began to delete many and saw the date on this one.
I hope you got back to your favorite resturant and that your service is better than what we are getting down our way. I do the driving in our family now and took my husband to what used to be his favorite
place to eat, we left very disappointed. The amount of food had shrunk (how do they get eggs to shrink?
Buy smaller ones? Ha. That makes sense. The smaller ones would be cheaper!) Customer service has almost ceased to exist. My sister told me today that our local super store Walmart no longer hires anybody full time. If their help is part time they don't have to give health benefits and vacation etc. That is deplorable from a company which is so wealthy. I have not been to that store since it was build last year. We have a Kmart, but it is stocked with only a few people to help check out, they don't stay up to date on their inventory so it is easier for most people to go on to Walmart and pity the people working there.
I guess I have run into a lot of disgruntled people recently and feel they are justified in how they feel. I
end up feeling helpless and angry that I am. So much for that rant. If I don't have a solution I guess I should shut up.
I am delighted to see you posting. I see how much it means to the other poets as well and I smile.
So many of the poets who "hog" the boards, flooding every site you go to with the same poems again and again just don't encourage new poets to hope that one or two poems a week will be noticed. It seems as if an epidemic has hit and I wonder if the wonderful poets I used to read have all stopped writing or just stopped posting. So, hang in there and keep the good work going. You have a delightful way of talking with each of us and that will be useful.
My grand daughter was actually here doing training for a new job, well not new, just a promotion in the work she has done for over ten years. She went into the Air Force when she was seventeen and has steadily risen in her abilities and her promotions. She got out of the service to stay home with her mother, but the government had an opening for her and she is doing very well. She trained for three weeks and then came to spend a week with us. Her finace works from home, so his computer is his work space and can go where he goes. It was a real pleasure to have them around. I miss them now.
Thank you for the gracious letter. I enjoyed hearing from you. Sylvia
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08/20/08
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08/20/08
indigoleaves
08/19/08
It's ok I know yuku has been a total bitch to you for what seems like forever. The summer has well it's been ok I guess. I'm scared about school starting cuz of Alex's proclivity of oversleeping. Hope things are getting better for you and yours this fall!
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MattNJake1
08/19/08
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