wildsweetone
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so, what is the end score and why do american footballers wear shoulder pads?
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Tzara said:
Q1AA lucky break
Q2AA wimps? Americans? uh oh. NZ has rules? omgosh I never knew that.
(at least we know how to play rugby properly and we don't need shoulder pads.)
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But it was a pooching in style! Again. I don't usually follow golf (who does?) but I'm a Europeist and the Ryder Cup is practically the only sport competition in the world when I can root for a united European team.Tzara said:I'd watch the Ryder Cup, but it's already over and we pooched it again.
Damn Europe.
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1993-07-30
**
the farm quietly listens
to the wind blown blues
while Jackass' eyes
shoot with blood--
Jackass shouts:
returns:
Senna Jawa
1993-07-30
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When I check my old papers that's what happens, that's what I find.
Regards,
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the farm quietly listens
to the wind blown blues
while Jackass' eyes
shoot with blood--
Jackass shouts:
your music is STUPID STUPID!
and the green wall of the forestreturns:
STUPID STUPID!
Senna Jawa
1993-07-30
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When I check my old papers that's what happens, that's what I find.
Regards,
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so silent
It's so silent suddenly here in this blog. Would it be because of my poem, is it so bad? Naeh. It's all random, independent, uncorrelated, irrelevant.
I have started a couple of forums in the Internet, they are rather private or semi-private or at least not open to public writing. Almost all of them in Polish. None of them related to poetry. None of them took off, they are slow.
I should do none of such things. I should select a project and do nothing but that one, alone. I don't have peace of mind, I don't feel that I'll have uninterrupted time. Excuses, excuses, and more of lame excuses. Nevertheless, it's true. Always was. In my case.
I am a true sport kibitzer. I like to admire authentic achievements. They don't have to be recognized by others, they don't have to be heralded. In sports it is easy to admire thanks to the objective, clear measures of success, because of stats, etc. It is also easy for a kibitzer to feel somewhat frustrated or depressed because only a few can be successful in sports. Thus I had always the feeling that I am jinxing my favorites. Only in the past couple of weeks my favorites were doing fine, thus I got a good feeling, the guys do all the work and I feel great. OK, "great" is a big word. Let's say that their good results make me feel somewhat better, I got some pleasant moments for free. No, I don't bet on sports nor stocks nor anything.
It's so silent suddenly here in this blog. Would it be because of my poem, is it so bad? Naeh. It's all random, independent, uncorrelated, irrelevant.
I have started a couple of forums in the Internet, they are rather private or semi-private or at least not open to public writing. Almost all of them in Polish. None of them related to poetry. None of them took off, they are slow.
I should do none of such things. I should select a project and do nothing but that one, alone. I don't have peace of mind, I don't feel that I'll have uninterrupted time. Excuses, excuses, and more of lame excuses. Nevertheless, it's true. Always was. In my case.
I am a true sport kibitzer. I like to admire authentic achievements. They don't have to be recognized by others, they don't have to be heralded. In sports it is easy to admire thanks to the objective, clear measures of success, because of stats, etc. It is also easy for a kibitzer to feel somewhat frustrated or depressed because only a few can be successful in sports. Thus I had always the feeling that I am jinxing my favorites. Only in the past couple of weeks my favorites were doing fine, thus I got a good feeling, the guys do all the work and I feel great. OK, "great" is a big word. Let's say that their good results make me feel somewhat better, I got some pleasant moments for free. No, I don't bet on sports nor stocks nor anything.
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Senna Jawa said:
Hi Senna!!
I quit posting cause my work posts were sooo boring, especially after I went up in the snorkel. The top of the reactor-structure( where Iam usually working) is only 97 feet and the snorkel was 120. nothing left to conquer
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But this is interesting. I'd like to read more about your work.normal jean said:[...] I went up in the snorkel. The top of the reactor-structure( where Iam usually working) is only 97 feet and the snorkel was 120. [...]
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Senna Jawa said:
I thought the same. I quit posting here because ... who wants to hear me bitch and moan about everyday life then flip flop over about my children. I never had much response and well ... I was always told, if ya can't say something good. I applied that to me and quit posting here ...
I always love Marias' postings about work. It sounds like very hard work but she enjoys it and that is very admirable and fun.
Sweets and Anna always brighten my day with their thoughts and sun shiny attitude, so I also enjoy their postings.
Tzara ... always has something of intrest I love to read about. also love that his sense of humor.
COS ... Always has something going on and it is funnnn to see, lol.
Christian ... and Deep Asleep makes me think with their postings. Usually something behind every word printed and thought said. Like a puzzle one needs to figure out with their coffee in the morning.
Normal Jean ... I had not seen in a while, now I have to read because she is always right on the button. Kudos my friend !!
I know I have left some out
... just had to get my two cents in.Hoping not to offend, just wanted others to know their lives are under this microscope and I'm lovin' what I read. Always gives me a pick-me-up when a bad day is knockin at my door.
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Orlando, summer 1981
My first month in Orlando, Florida, I lived in a Mariott Hotel, on International Drive. (You will not find that hotel there anymore). The weather was gorgeous. Three small events stand out in my mind at this time, or two events and ono non-event. It was traumatic time for me and for my family, which I have left behind in Michigan. It just so happened that there was a possibility for me to attend a conference from work, right in Michigan. I was already virtually scheduled for it. And then my boss, a tall, smooth and tricky guy, asked me if it is important (work-wise) that I attend that conference. Somehow, I still had not learned the sweat art of lying. I told him truthfully that it was not important. And I didn't go. And I didn't see my family. It was so painful. And who knows, possibly things in my life would go differently. To this day I still have a great difficulty to lie. It's too uncomfortable, too unpleasant to live with a lie, I wouldn't be me. I just hope that it will never be that crucial.
One beautiful weekend they have organized a balloon toss contest at the hotel's swimming pool. I asked a young man (I was not that old yet myself, still under 40) to team up with me. I knew him because he was a fellow worker for the same MM Corporation. He asked me if I played this game in the past. I never did, so he chose someone else. Thus I asked a kind man, who was at the pool with his wife and a small child. He was quite young too but there is something non-sharp -- sport-wise, about family men. Or forget stereotypes. He simply seemed a mild person, not competitive.
You must know this game. The two parallel rows of people stay not too far one from another. Everybody stands across from her/his partner. One row tosses their water filled ballons to the partners in the other row. Those who break their balloon are out of the game. Others make a step back. Now the receivers toss the ballons back to their partners. Etc. There were two very long rows of players. That young man from my work was out pretty fast. My partner and me were doing fine. The distance was getting larger and larger. Finally it was a pair of good looking, but mean, arrogant teenage girls, and us, the two old(er) farts. Alas, we won. That was nice.
The other event took place near the end of my monthly residence in the hotel, and it was taking place again in the hotel. It was a strong chess tournament. The strongest US grandmasters, the champion of Canada, and other strong players were the participants. I also met there some regular players. I've written a short story about the time I had spent with one of those super players. I lost it. I'll have to write it again, no, it sucks. It's worse than loosing material possessions. Well, losing books is still worse. OK, I'll write you about that meeting. But not now.
It is of course comfortable to live in a hotel. Someone is cleaning the place. Etc. But it gets tiring. I found myself a cheap apartment complex and was ready to move. However, the human resources told me that then I lose my per diem, meaning that for one month MM was ready to pay a fixed daily amount for my food but only as long as I lived in the hotel. I was in a financial squeeze, having expenses in Florida and in Michigan, thus despite renting my apartment I still stayed in the hotel as well, and MM paid for the hotel too, not just for food. It was not my logic but it was familiar to me since I was raised under communism, hence surrealism was nothing new to me.
More to come. Perhaps.
My first month in Orlando, Florida, I lived in a Mariott Hotel, on International Drive. (You will not find that hotel there anymore). The weather was gorgeous. Three small events stand out in my mind at this time, or two events and ono non-event. It was traumatic time for me and for my family, which I have left behind in Michigan. It just so happened that there was a possibility for me to attend a conference from work, right in Michigan. I was already virtually scheduled for it. And then my boss, a tall, smooth and tricky guy, asked me if it is important (work-wise) that I attend that conference. Somehow, I still had not learned the sweat art of lying. I told him truthfully that it was not important. And I didn't go. And I didn't see my family. It was so painful. And who knows, possibly things in my life would go differently. To this day I still have a great difficulty to lie. It's too uncomfortable, too unpleasant to live with a lie, I wouldn't be me. I just hope that it will never be that crucial.
One beautiful weekend they have organized a balloon toss contest at the hotel's swimming pool. I asked a young man (I was not that old yet myself, still under 40) to team up with me. I knew him because he was a fellow worker for the same MM Corporation. He asked me if I played this game in the past. I never did, so he chose someone else. Thus I asked a kind man, who was at the pool with his wife and a small child. He was quite young too but there is something non-sharp -- sport-wise, about family men. Or forget stereotypes. He simply seemed a mild person, not competitive.
You must know this game. The two parallel rows of people stay not too far one from another. Everybody stands across from her/his partner. One row tosses their water filled ballons to the partners in the other row. Those who break their balloon are out of the game. Others make a step back. Now the receivers toss the ballons back to their partners. Etc. There were two very long rows of players. That young man from my work was out pretty fast. My partner and me were doing fine. The distance was getting larger and larger. Finally it was a pair of good looking, but mean, arrogant teenage girls, and us, the two old(er) farts. Alas, we won. That was nice.
The other event took place near the end of my monthly residence in the hotel, and it was taking place again in the hotel. It was a strong chess tournament. The strongest US grandmasters, the champion of Canada, and other strong players were the participants. I also met there some regular players. I've written a short story about the time I had spent with one of those super players. I lost it. I'll have to write it again, no, it sucks. It's worse than loosing material possessions. Well, losing books is still worse. OK, I'll write you about that meeting. But not now.
It is of course comfortable to live in a hotel. Someone is cleaning the place. Etc. But it gets tiring. I found myself a cheap apartment complex and was ready to move. However, the human resources told me that then I lose my per diem, meaning that for one month MM was ready to pay a fixed daily amount for my food but only as long as I lived in the hotel. I was in a financial squeeze, having expenses in Florida and in Michigan, thus despite renting my apartment I still stayed in the hotel as well, and MM paid for the hotel too, not just for food. It was not my logic but it was familiar to me since I was raised under communism, hence surrealism was nothing new to me.
More to come. Perhaps.
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suntan protection
The hotel was employing lifeguards at the swimming pool. They sold me two bottles of sunscreen lotion. I am sure that they had proudly credited their skills and a small trick for their salesmanship success. Frankly, you simply need that stuff under the Florida sun. And the true reason behind their impressive sales was also their cordiality, joviality, good-naturedness.
Their trick was simple enough. They were telling the customers that just one bottle of their stuff will last for a long time. They would make a demonstration by spreading one tiny drop of the sun lotion, especially of the more expensive one, all over your arm, and there would be perhaps enough of some even for the other arm
In fact, their hands were very, very greasy. The guys could achieve virtually the same skin covering outstanding result without that mentioned extra drop. The optional drop had served as a simple misdirection.
The hotel was employing lifeguards at the swimming pool. They sold me two bottles of sunscreen lotion. I am sure that they had proudly credited their skills and a small trick for their salesmanship success. Frankly, you simply need that stuff under the Florida sun. And the true reason behind their impressive sales was also their cordiality, joviality, good-naturedness.
Their trick was simple enough. They were telling the customers that just one bottle of their stuff will last for a long time. They would make a demonstration by spreading one tiny drop of the sun lotion, especially of the more expensive one, all over your arm, and there would be perhaps enough of some even for the other arm
In fact, their hands were very, very greasy. The guys could achieve virtually the same skin covering outstanding result without that mentioned extra drop. The optional drop had served as a simple misdirection.
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I would not be opposed to a charming gentleman inventing a thirty hour day to occur a couple of times each week.
Senna, I love your poem. I didn't comment because a) I've been a tad pre-occupied and b) I'm still not sure you're trying to trick me again. lol I need more braincells than the one I have at the moment to make sure I'm reading what I'm reading.
wso
ps write more! please
Senna, I love your poem. I didn't comment because a) I've been a tad pre-occupied and b) I'm still not sure you're trying to trick me again. lol I need more braincells than the one I have at the moment to make sure I'm reading what I'm reading.
wso
ps write more! please
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Senna Jawa said:
Hi Senna
The snorkel interests you? It did me too. The first time they brought it out, I Wanted to go up. I asked several of the men if they would take me to the top ofthe tank that was built, its a one hundred ton silo and its a bright blue ( not that the color is important, lol) most of them turned me down, they didnt trust it.
Well, one day I finally go to go up. The guy teased me a little bit, asked if I was scared. I wasnt until I looked back at the long, thin arm that was holding the basket up. The view ofthe river valley and dam spillway was nice, but the sight ofthat skinny piece of metal holding my life in the palm of it's rickety metal basket-hand really freaked me out. BUt I would go up again, if I had to...
I found a photo of a lift similar to the snorkel, its boom is not as long. The one we have is 120'. All we needed was another 15' and we could have seen over the dam.
http://www.gsnet.com/inventory/Heavy_Equipment/LiftsBoom/100352337_1999_651_120HX.asp
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RhymeFairy said:I thought the same. I quit posting here because ... who wants to hear me bitch and moan about everyday life then flip flop over about my children. I never had much response and well ... I was always told, if ya can't say something good. I applied that to me and quit posting here ...
I always love Marias' postings about work. It sounds like very hard work but she enjoys it and that is very admirable and fun.
Sweets and Anna always brighten my day with their thoughts and sun shiny attitude, so I also enjoy their postings.
Tzara ... always has something of intrest I love to read about. also love that his sense of humor.
COS ... Always has something going on and it is funnnn to see, lol.
Christian ... and Deep Asleep makes me think with their postings. Usually something behind every word printed and thought said. Like a puzzle one needs to figure out with their coffee in the morning.
Normal Jean ... I had not seen in a while, now I have to read because she is always right on the button. Kudos my friend !!
I know I have left some out
Hoping not to offend, just wanted others to know their lives are under this microscope and I'm lovin' what I read. Always gives me a pick-me-up when a bad day is knockin at my door.
hello sweet rhyme fairy
you make me feel so loved here. sometimes I forget thathgis really is a good place.
( you do know that normal jean comes out when maria shouldn't right?
NJ
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the new job
is in Semora NC, close to Danville Va...will i be anywhere CLOSE to Eve? I wonder..I wont have a computer up there unless I buy a laptop which will; probably happen.
oh, heres where the job is
Hyco Steam PLant
I will be gone a month, will missyou guys
is in Semora NC, close to Danville Va...will i be anywhere CLOSE to Eve? I wonder..I wont have a computer up there unless I buy a laptop which will; probably happen.
oh, heres where the job is
Hyco Steam PLant
I will be gone a month, will missyou guys
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okay, dammit, I will be too far away to stalk eve and anna moved, crud, lol
I cant get the voice mail on my cell phone to work, so MY stalker cant even call me ;(
oh sad day
anyhow
Eve, yes the poem is about two different men, you always understand, and I love when you obsess over my poems, it makes it all worthwhile
"he" is the husband and
"He" is my Sir
I dont usually go for that D/s CAPS drama, but had to here
well, Im off to work with him, and wishing I could be with Him
you guys be good, and please, dont miss me too bad, I know, I know, it just wont be the same, lol
julie
oh YEAH!!
I cant find the chit-chat thread, so I will thank all you wonderful people here who read my new poem and who commented.
. THANK YOU!!
bluerains and Vampire dust( thanks for the mention) and Eve and one particularly precious man in Austria , ( lav yoo!!)
I cant get the voice mail on my cell phone to work, so MY stalker cant even call me ;(
oh sad day
anyhow
Eve, yes the poem is about two different men, you always understand, and I love when you obsess over my poems, it makes it all worthwhile
"he" is the husband and
"He" is my Sir
I dont usually go for that D/s CAPS drama, but had to here
well, Im off to work with him, and wishing I could be with Him
you guys be good, and please, dont miss me too bad, I know, I know, it just wont be the same, lol
julie
oh YEAH!!
I cant find the chit-chat thread, so I will thank all you wonderful people here who read my new poem and who commented.
. THANK YOU!!
bluerains and Vampire dust( thanks for the mention) and Eve and one particularly precious man in Austria , ( lav yoo!!)
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need something strong
and some poetry to wash it down with
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Now would be a good time
I have never met her, and yet find myself holding my breath just to hear how her day went, whether she slept the night, or tossed and turned as I did at the thought of her dark eyes glazed with a history that repeats no matter how often heads bang against white walls. I'd love to meet her, and know that one day, when we have both reached the goal that has been set, I will be able to put my arms around her and tell her just how much she means to me, how much I love her smile and kind hands that keep giving and giving without expecting a three dimensional mirror show. I will thank her and our creator for allowing our paths to cross. I will tell her I love her. I might even write to her now.
I have never met her, and yet find myself holding my breath just to hear how her day went, whether she slept the night, or tossed and turned as I did at the thought of her dark eyes glazed with a history that repeats no matter how often heads bang against white walls. I'd love to meet her, and know that one day, when we have both reached the goal that has been set, I will be able to put my arms around her and tell her just how much she means to me, how much I love her smile and kind hands that keep giving and giving without expecting a three dimensional mirror show. I will thank her and our creator for allowing our paths to cross. I will tell her I love her. I might even write to her now.
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I have had family issues lately. That's all I will say about it, other than to comment that this has made me somewhat upset and emotional. You all have experienced the same or worse, I'm sure. That's what family life is like.
This is complicated, however, by the fact that I am somewhat disposed to depression. I am not that bad—I had one episode of serious depression about twelve years ago when I was under considerable stress that was successfully treated without drugs. What helps for me is plenty of exercise.
So I walk in the mornings, often while it is still dark outside. Today, I was finishing my climb up a long hill near our local elementary school when in the distance I saw some objects propped against a telephone pole. They were odd metallic things that looked, from far away, like giant tuning forks. As I got closer, I could see that it was a pair of aluminum cruthches that had been leaned against the pole.
They were new, or at least in good repair. As I walked past, I wondered where they had come from. What had happened to the person who had used them? Was he or she abruptly abducted by aliens, leaving the crutches behind? Miraculously healed, only to joyfully discard them as they romped down the street bouncing from one now healthy leg to another? Had the Rapture occurred and this poor cripple was the one pure soul gathered into Heaven?
My bet is they won't be there tomorrow, and I will never know.
This is complicated, however, by the fact that I am somewhat disposed to depression. I am not that bad—I had one episode of serious depression about twelve years ago when I was under considerable stress that was successfully treated without drugs. What helps for me is plenty of exercise.
So I walk in the mornings, often while it is still dark outside. Today, I was finishing my climb up a long hill near our local elementary school when in the distance I saw some objects propped against a telephone pole. They were odd metallic things that looked, from far away, like giant tuning forks. As I got closer, I could see that it was a pair of aluminum cruthches that had been leaned against the pole.
They were new, or at least in good repair. As I walked past, I wondered where they had come from. What had happened to the person who had used them? Was he or she abruptly abducted by aliens, leaving the crutches behind? Miraculously healed, only to joyfully discard them as they romped down the street bouncing from one now healthy leg to another? Had the Rapture occurred and this poor cripple was the one pure soul gathered into Heaven?
My bet is they won't be there tomorrow, and I will never know.
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aw Girl, you need to come to Texas
it was a chilly 85 today! brrrr! I do not understand, the kids in school learn the signs of fall just like they did in the northeast. It must be terribly confusing to the kids, as the leaves do NOT change color here, and hell, from what I understand, the Live Oaks stay green all winter, and in the spring, the new leaves just push the old ones out, and they all fall in the spring.
I have to write about this in a big way. It disturbs me.
With all of the Texas pride (and I am a big time player in that, I think I already bought 4 Texas hats for the family, etc) why do they subscribe to the NorthEast seasonal changes? I mean, come on, Walmart had their giant LET IT SNOW Christmas snow globes up. What the fuck?
I do not want any part of the NE envy, I guess because I lived it, I want to embrace Texas, and it's wonders, not try to be something else. I miss picking apples, though.... and the pumpkin patch hay rides, but not so much. I just cannot believe it is October. It still feels like July. Maybe it will hit me next year. I want to embrace Texas native plants, not try to pretend I am in Holland and plant tulips and daffodills... I mean come on, wrong longitude baby. Not even close
Good to read you NJ, as always
I love your He he differentiation, it is important to distinguish your pronouns when used in close proximity
it was a chilly 85 today! brrrr! I do not understand, the kids in school learn the signs of fall just like they did in the northeast. It must be terribly confusing to the kids, as the leaves do NOT change color here, and hell, from what I understand, the Live Oaks stay green all winter, and in the spring, the new leaves just push the old ones out, and they all fall in the spring.
I have to write about this in a big way. It disturbs me.
With all of the Texas pride (and I am a big time player in that, I think I already bought 4 Texas hats for the family, etc) why do they subscribe to the NorthEast seasonal changes? I mean, come on, Walmart had their giant LET IT SNOW Christmas snow globes up. What the fuck?
I do not want any part of the NE envy, I guess because I lived it, I want to embrace Texas, and it's wonders, not try to be something else. I miss picking apples, though.... and the pumpkin patch hay rides, but not so much. I just cannot believe it is October. It still feels like July. Maybe it will hit me next year. I want to embrace Texas native plants, not try to pretend I am in Holland and plant tulips and daffodills... I mean come on, wrong longitude baby. Not even close
Good to read you NJ, as always
I love your He he differentiation, it is important to distinguish your pronouns when used in close proximity
normal jean said:okay, dammit, I will be too far away to stalk eve and anna moved, crud, lol
I cant get the voice mail on my cell phone to work, so MY stalker cant even call me ;(
oh sad day
anyhow
Eve, yes the poem is about two different men, you always understand, and I love when you obsess over my poems, it makes it all worthwhile
"he" is the husband and
"He" is my Sir
I dont usually go for that D/s CAPS drama, but had to here
well, Im off to work with him, and wishing I could be with Him
you guys be good, and please, dont miss me too bad, I know, I know, it just wont be the same, lol
julie
oh YEAH!!
I cant find the chit-chat thread, so I will thank all you wonderful people here who read my new poem and who commented.
. THANK YOU!!
bluerains and Vampire dust( thanks for the mention) and Eve and one particularly precious man in Austria , ( lav yoo!!)
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wow,those crutches had better show up in a poem they are too good to be true...
I am sorry about the family issues.... and hope y'all pull through
I wish there was a smily hug
they are too good to be true...I am sorry about the family issues.... and hope y'all pull through
I wish there was a smily hug
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I too, have bipolar bouts of deep depressive moments...and I feel the mortality of it..and it often consumes my thoughts...deeply...annaswirls said:wow,those crutches had better show up in a poem
I am sorry about the family issues.... and hope y'all pull through
I wish there was a smily hug
He told me it could be done, disassociation of heart and desire. Have I accumulated enough dead space to keep the chill between?
Can I too now write "darling" and paint on the actor's skin, watch myself from the side as you become my only desire, my most wonderful, I have always wanted to have something to want, I have always longed for something to long for
and now I have you.
You sit on the edge of the bed. It is safe. Easy. We will never have to sleep in this bed. We will never have to hold the fever of children in this bed. I will never have to mend the fabric. We will never have to turn to our own walls and wonder why we are still together.
Easy.
Can I too climb over the compartments whenever I wish. He told me that it could be done. That each can be made to feel like they are the one. That they are the peg that shines the brightest pressed through the black paper.
Because it is necessary. We are decent human beings after all. We must pretend there is love, exclusivity, butterflies as we strip off the wardrobe stretch capri white sleeveless your tie jacket shine shoes wedding ring and strap on the disguise of night.
You call me darling. Because are we not decent human beings after all, not disassociated bodies longing for a new touch, one that will go deeper, tear wider, speak words you do not say to the mother of your children no, we are good people. So tell me I am beautiful and I will tell you I have been thinking of you all day. Press your lonliness to my breast, let me in deep into the places he pinches shut.
Yes I wore this just for you.
Can I too now write "darling" and paint on the actor's skin, watch myself from the side as you become my only desire, my most wonderful, I have always wanted to have something to want, I have always longed for something to long for
and now I have you.
You sit on the edge of the bed. It is safe. Easy. We will never have to sleep in this bed. We will never have to hold the fever of children in this bed. I will never have to mend the fabric. We will never have to turn to our own walls and wonder why we are still together.
Easy.
Can I too climb over the compartments whenever I wish. He told me that it could be done. That each can be made to feel like they are the one. That they are the peg that shines the brightest pressed through the black paper.
Because it is necessary. We are decent human beings after all. We must pretend there is love, exclusivity, butterflies as we strip off the wardrobe stretch capri white sleeveless your tie jacket shine shoes wedding ring and strap on the disguise of night.
You call me darling. Because are we not decent human beings after all, not disassociated bodies longing for a new touch, one that will go deeper, tear wider, speak words you do not say to the mother of your children no, we are good people. So tell me I am beautiful and I will tell you I have been thinking of you all day. Press your lonliness to my breast, let me in deep into the places he pinches shut.
Yes I wore this just for you.
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annaswirls
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there is a rusty gas station down the road that still has those white
dial numbers that ~physically~ turn to count the dollars and gallons.
I got the boys out of the car to show them the first time we went
there. Something about being able so SEE how things work, to hear the
actual sounds of the movement inside instead of some computer
generated tone to reassure you that something is happening.
ping!
dial numbers that ~physically~ turn to count the dollars and gallons.
I got the boys out of the car to show them the first time we went
there. Something about being able so SEE how things work, to hear the
actual sounds of the movement inside instead of some computer
generated tone to reassure you that something is happening.
ping!
Du Lac
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Morning Walks
I sat at the computer trying like hell to make sense out of a poem I wrote that has so much to say but not in the way that I wrote it. I sat and stared as the time clicked on the clock suddenly realizing that I had a set of eyes staring at me through my back. My dog Barney was patiently waiting for me to cut my obessive tie to the poem and take him on his walk. Feeling guilty I turned and kissed his head whispering to him "It's time."
Chaos came to the front with a flurry of noise and hyper activity spinning through the room. With grand excitement he barked and told me he had waited to long and now was the time for our daily jaunt. "I know I know hold on" I chanted over and over in reply to his demand as I ran around finding his leash, my sweatshirt and today I felt the need to listen to some healing lectures...All together now looking like hell I laughed as we tripped over the Woo my tiger cat who thinks he needs to walk with us. We stumble out the door and off we go...
It has been six weeks since we moved to Nevada. I love this land with all its mountains and valleys that call for one to join the day. Barney tugged at his leash pulling me towards his favorite marking spots making sure everyone knew that he was the 7 lb king of the road. I laugh as I realize that this is the first cold gray day that we have witnessed on our daily walks. Six weeks we have been blessed with sun and blue skies that could only bring delight to the most depressed person. I have been homesick for New England as of late. I want to hear the trees scream at me with orange, red, yellow and browns all the time reminding me that there was a time in history that I heard them without having to be screamed at.
Barney walks with a brisk beat to his stroll, stopping, smelling and finally looking back at me just to make sure I was doing well. I take the hint and skip like a child besides him, stopping when he halts and taking a deep breath with him. Fall comes rushing into my lungs filling me with all that I am missing. It is as if the plant life of the valley give off their own perfume that we only have to stop and take the time to enjoy. The dry, cold and peaceful fragrance dancing within my nostrils calling me home.
We live here in America running from home to job to shopping to home to eat to the gym to pick up the kids to etc....Always on the fast track we forget to take time and breath deep. I miss the feeling of being centered. Fall was the time of year that I buried deep within the colors of nature and myself learning how to be me and leave behind to woman who rushed around in the world. It took a small dog to remind me that I did not leave that centered woman on the hillside of her backyard in Massachusetts. She was here with him if only she listened to the simple calling of the trees that lined the Sierras that cradled her valley. The gray skies are thick and layered dusting the top of the mountains with a tinge of snow. Over my head I see a V of geese heading south to warm their hollow bones. Gratitude for the depth of gray and the crisp fragrance floats through my soul as I remember who and what I am.
Fall is harvest time. I look down at Barney as we trot along the road stopping smelling and marking our place in this world. Harvested within the gray of the morning I feel comforted in the fact that I can chose to have this day again whenever I want. I just have to listen to Barney and take a jaunt in his world....Listening to the calm voice whispering from the headphones, I realize that my poem was of the past running backwards without reason. If we live in the past we can not settle into the harvesting grays of today. Maybe I will rewrite that poem, maybe not... we will see what the morning brings....
Du Lac
I sat at the computer trying like hell to make sense out of a poem I wrote that has so much to say but not in the way that I wrote it. I sat and stared as the time clicked on the clock suddenly realizing that I had a set of eyes staring at me through my back. My dog Barney was patiently waiting for me to cut my obessive tie to the poem and take him on his walk. Feeling guilty I turned and kissed his head whispering to him "It's time."
Chaos came to the front with a flurry of noise and hyper activity spinning through the room. With grand excitement he barked and told me he had waited to long and now was the time for our daily jaunt. "I know I know hold on" I chanted over and over in reply to his demand as I ran around finding his leash, my sweatshirt and today I felt the need to listen to some healing lectures...All together now looking like hell I laughed as we tripped over the Woo my tiger cat who thinks he needs to walk with us. We stumble out the door and off we go...
It has been six weeks since we moved to Nevada. I love this land with all its mountains and valleys that call for one to join the day. Barney tugged at his leash pulling me towards his favorite marking spots making sure everyone knew that he was the 7 lb king of the road. I laugh as I realize that this is the first cold gray day that we have witnessed on our daily walks. Six weeks we have been blessed with sun and blue skies that could only bring delight to the most depressed person. I have been homesick for New England as of late. I want to hear the trees scream at me with orange, red, yellow and browns all the time reminding me that there was a time in history that I heard them without having to be screamed at.
Barney walks with a brisk beat to his stroll, stopping, smelling and finally looking back at me just to make sure I was doing well. I take the hint and skip like a child besides him, stopping when he halts and taking a deep breath with him. Fall comes rushing into my lungs filling me with all that I am missing. It is as if the plant life of the valley give off their own perfume that we only have to stop and take the time to enjoy. The dry, cold and peaceful fragrance dancing within my nostrils calling me home.
We live here in America running from home to job to shopping to home to eat to the gym to pick up the kids to etc....Always on the fast track we forget to take time and breath deep. I miss the feeling of being centered. Fall was the time of year that I buried deep within the colors of nature and myself learning how to be me and leave behind to woman who rushed around in the world. It took a small dog to remind me that I did not leave that centered woman on the hillside of her backyard in Massachusetts. She was here with him if only she listened to the simple calling of the trees that lined the Sierras that cradled her valley. The gray skies are thick and layered dusting the top of the mountains with a tinge of snow. Over my head I see a V of geese heading south to warm their hollow bones. Gratitude for the depth of gray and the crisp fragrance floats through my soul as I remember who and what I am.
Fall is harvest time. I look down at Barney as we trot along the road stopping smelling and marking our place in this world. Harvested within the gray of the morning I feel comforted in the fact that I can chose to have this day again whenever I want. I just have to listen to Barney and take a jaunt in his world....Listening to the calm voice whispering from the headphones, I realize that my poem was of the past running backwards without reason. If we live in the past we can not settle into the harvesting grays of today. Maybe I will rewrite that poem, maybe not... we will see what the morning brings....
Du Lac
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