Another Poem

January 24, 2007

Cowboy

Tom Stone

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A strange old man
Stops me,
Looking out of my deep mirror.

 

Hitomaro~8th Century~Japan

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January 24, 2007

 

Matt and Erika

Steven Gelberg

 

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Not speaking of the way,
Not thinking of what comes after,
Not questioning name or fame,
Here, loving love,
You and I look at each other

 

Yosana Akiko

Let My Love Open the Door

January 23, 2007

Diptych Twenty 1978

Rafael Navarro

 

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When people
keep repeating
That you’ll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can’t seem to get enough

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 

When everything feels all over
When everybody seems unkind
I’ll  bring you a four leaf clover
Take all the worry out of your mind

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 

I have the only key to your heart
I can stop you falling apart
Try today, you’ll find this way
Come on and give me a chance to say
Let my love open the door
It’s all I’m living for
Release yourself from misery
There’s only one thing gonna set you free
That’s my love

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door

 

When tragedy befalls you
Don’t let it drag you down
Love can cure your problems
You’re so lucky I’m around

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

 


Pete Townsend

 

 

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John Running

 

Anything But Down

January 23, 2007

 

Wonderland #5

Giulia Ciappa

 

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I light your cigarettes
I bring you apples from the vine
How quickly you forget
I run the bath and pour the wine
I bring you everything that floats into your mind

 


But you don’t bring me anything but down
You don’t bring me anything but down
You don’t bring me anything but down
When you come ’round

 


You are a raging sea
I pull myself out everyday
I plea insanity
Cause I can’t leave but I can’t stay
You say, won’t you come find me and yes is what I say

 


You don’t bring me anything but down

You don’t bring me anything but down
Everything is crashing to the ground

 


Maybe I’m not your perfect kind
Maybe I’m not what you had in mind
Maybe we’re just killing time

 


You with your silky words
And your eyes of green and blue
You with your steel beliefs
That don’t match anything you do
It was so much easier before you became you

 


You don’t bring me anything but down
You don’t bring me anything but down
Everything just crashes to the ground
When you come around
When you come around

 


No more playing seek and hide
No more long and wasted nights
Can’t you make it easy on yourself

 


I know you wish you were strong
You wish you were never wrong
Well, I got some wishes of my own

 

Sheryl Crow

 

 

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Altered States

Bruce~My Last Sigh

 

 

 

 

The Garden of Midnight

January 21, 2007

Leaning Tree Muir Woods

Steven Gelberg

 

 

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in the garden of midnight lives a woman
who speaks in silence tending her
plants and vines snaking
through the shadowy trellis

 


to infinity where we pick the
flowers of the dark endless night
time in ourselves;

as they whisper to us:

 

this is the place you run from

 

in the garden of midnight grow the
memories of our deathly births
shimmering in black luminescent
ferns glistening in star light

 

the blood red poppy’s shiny
black leaves shimmer in the winds
undulations we do not know;
language we cannot hear

 


the tall grass points red thorns
towards black lilies blood red
stamens delighting in the dark
is all she knows:

 

we do not want to know

 


in the garden of midnight
the sand sparkles gray black
as the palm trees carry
sounds we cannot see

 

 

we dare not give

 

kimsmith
2006

 

 

 

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Abstraction

Paul Politis

Speak

January 21, 2007

 

Bangladesh

Anwar Hossain

 

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Speak, your lips are free.
Speak, it is your own tongue.
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.

 

See how in the blacksmith’s shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break.

 

Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, ’cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.

 

Stanza

 

If they snatch my ink and pen,
I should not complain,
For I have dipped my fingers
In the blood of my heart.
I should not complain
Even if they seal my tongue,
For every ring of my chain
Is a tongue ready to speak.

 

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

 

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Bernadette with Silver Eyes

John Running

 

PS You really should visit Anwar’s site to get the full experience of this photo.

Kim

 

 

Cheesecake Rangoon!

 

 

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Mine looked different, no whipped cream, no ice cream and were shaped like triangles. I had white and dark chocolate sauce and was ready to die.

 

Oh my word………..

 

Kim

 

 

 

Mountain ‘O Things

January 20, 2007

Manhattan Mall

Dave Beckerman

 

 

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The life I’ve always wanted
I guess I’ll never have
I’ll be working for somebody else
Until I’m in my grave
I’ll be dreaming of a life of ease
And mountains
Oh mountains o’ things

 

To have a big expensive car
Drag my furs on the ground
And have a maid that I can tell
To bring me anything
Everyone will look at me with envy and with greed
I’ll revel in their attention
And mountains
Oh mountains o’ things

 

Sweet lazy life
Champagne and caviar
I hope you’ll come and find me
Cause you know who we are
Those who deserve the best in life
And know what money’s worth
And those whose sole misfortune
Was having mountains o’ nothing at birth

 

Oh they tell me
There’s still time to save my soul
They tell me
Renounce all
Renounce all those material things you gained by
Exploiting other human beings

 

Consume more than you need
This is the dream
Make you pauper
Or make you queen
I won’t die lonely
I’ll have it all prearranged
A grave that’s deep and wide enough
For me and all my mountains o’ things

 

Mostly I feel lonely
Good good people are
Good people are only
My stepping stones
It’s gonna take all my mountains o’ things
To surround me
Keep all my enemies away
Keep my sadness and loneliness at bay

 

The life I’ve always wanted
I guess I’ll never have
I’ll be working for somebody else
Until I’m in my grave
I’ll be dreaming of a life of ease
And mountains
Oh mountains o’ things

 

I’ll be dreaming, dreaming…
Dreaming…

 

Tracy Chapman

 

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Young Monks~Nepal

 

James Gritz

 

I am strong
I am able
I spill milk on your table
Then I crawl like a baby
Just to see if you save me

 

I am sweet
I am ugly
I am mean if you love me
I’ll try hard just to please you
When I say I don’t need you

 

I dress up with a conscience
When I think you’ll be watching
I say all the right things
I don’t know what I mean

 


{Chorus}

 

Am I
Am I
Getting Through
Am I
Am I
Getting Through

 


I am ignorant and rude

I am fashionably crude
And sometimes when it’s quiet
I’m an angel in white

 

When I pose in the mirror
I want everyone near me
I am scared that I’m weird
I’m afraid I am queer

 

I am lovely and weak
I am foul when I speak
I am strange when I’m kind
I am frying my mind

 


{Chorus}

 


I don’t care, I don’t care

 


Jesus loves me I know

For my mom told me so
I’m a loser at love
I’m a flower in the mud

 

{Chorus Twice}

Sheryl Crow

 

 

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Fiducia

Mark Holland-Hicken

And Counting~~

January 20, 2007

Card Players

Dave Beckerman

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A steamy 22 degrees after months (experientially speaking) of no winter. (Spellcheck has once again accused me of making up words. Really now….)

Maybe my poetry brain is frozen?

I am getting older, time for a temperate climate.

Send winning lottery ticket please.

Oh, and I have a highly social weekend planned. No one faint; the cave child does leave now and then.

To cooking and dining with friends!

Hoping you are much warmer than I am.

Kim

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Swinging from the CherryTrees

Dave Beckerman