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    [QUOTE=blp]Well...I'm 37. They say you never stop dealing with this stuff.


    what?! we never stop reading pornography?? lol. Then I won't even bother trying to give it up...lol.
    We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
    Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being


    Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi

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    you guys are so sweet, thanks for the earlier comments.

    oy, i started to work on the sanskrit thread - as if it were this one - and remembered well into the piece that i was supposed to be working on poetry not prose! so that may take a while. i like the prose piece though, it's a children's story. will share it soon.
    shh!!!
    the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.

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    It doesn't have to be poetry - mine were meant to be prose! Just 100 words prose or poetry. Or in between.

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    Quote Originally Posted by amuse
    you guys are so sweet, thanks for the earlier comments.

    oy, i started to work on the sanskrit thread - as if it were this one - and remembered well into the piece that i was supposed to be working on poetry not prose! so that may take a while. i like the prose piece though, it's a children's story. will share it soon.
    Excellent. I'm really curious to seeing the children's story that resulted from the last suggestion on that thread.

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    near the marina
    powder swirls before
    settling on sea
    foam to be carried
    'round the world.
    the boardwalk was
    empty last night
    i though of her
    in a cheap
    halfway house
    3000 miles
    away
    her caked face
    falling into the
    sea she always
    wore too much
    make-up her
    jaw was too wide
    her voice too
    shrill
    i am
    afraid we are
    more alike than
    i know
    i wonder will
    the overperfumed
    dust from her face
    ever wash
    onto my legs
    as i sit by
    the shore

    and if her makeup
    is washed off in the
    sea would i recognize
    her body if it came
    home to me?


    *no idea re: the #, will be interesting to count now!
    crap, it's way over.
    Last edited by amuse; 05-02-2006 at 02:30 PM.
    shh!!!
    the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.

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    Excellent, amuse. Not sure you need the word 'ever', but the rest is effectively cold and squeamish-making. This thread is becoming a gallery of grotesques.

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    amuse, this is brilliant!
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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    for it took me time to realize my world in the hands of two
    sharing,caring or loving hearts
    well, some of this is true
    she is a two-way person,
    here and then, nowhere
    when she is needed, she is out in a dark
    in some of her troubles and worries
    i need her, and maybe she knows
    but she reckons that i dont care for her
    enchanted maybe my mind,
    but there is a way you can fit in
    as there it lies in the core of my heart
    a bud of love to bloom



    please read it
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    Leaping and hopping like a frog now, but still have a long way to go before I get crowned as "King Frog"!

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    Long tamed lion lies down, sunken in the white plains, battling silently with what has been growing inside him like the silence to come. Once filled with roars of laughter and command, his breath is a moaning whisper urging on stubbornly.

    The lion tamer watches on, wavering between desperation and hope, defiance and resignation, disbelief and reality, clinging to the already withered paw, wishing never to let go of something that has already left.

    Once, life was a journey to enjoy together through desperation and disappointment; as long as they had each other.

    Now, it seems like each other is the one thing they cannot have.
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    "It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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    poets.org sends out a poem a day if you ask them to, and this is the one I got on Sunday:



    Example and Admonition
    by Dick Barnes


    My fathers admonition: when given
    a choice, choose the path that
    leads uphill, always,

    so up we went, but all led down soon after:
    our destination Deep Creek, where water had gathered
    by taking every downhill opportunity.

    We thought of that when the higher path turned down,
    but no one mentioned it then, nor ever, in fact, til now.
    Two lessons: and though sometimes I feel clever,

    and have read the Chou I book all about that water,
    Ive not forsaken either one. If there be something in a man
    that flows uphill, he has to go with it

    whatever sweat or humiliation may attend his going.
    Done patiently, this is called "matching heaven with heaven."
    Otherwise, just strife.

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    Chou I book? Isn't it the ancient Chinese classic(also called book of changes) about cosmology and philosophy mysteriously written by a King in Chou Dynasty?
    and this poem reminds me of an old Chinese aphorism: ren wang gao chu zou, shui wang di chu liu(people go uphill while waters flow down to low lands).
    There is no polite way
    of being happy

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    I think you're right about the book and I like the whole as a wry comment on just how lacking in ancient Chinese wisdom the speaker's father is. I can relate.

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    Ahh, indeed, i just realized his lack in understanding it. The saying just emphasizes one's being aspirant, also reflects how people perceive Nature and then relate it to the way of life(there's an ancient belief: human ultimately conquers the force of Nature)
    There is no polite way
    of being happy

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    deleted "ever" but prefer it better with. just for the "hmm..." factor (and time seems lengthened with it), not the rhythm/sound. but thx for the suggestion, it was good to check it out.

    thx blp, Pensive and Riesa
    shh!!!
    the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.

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    My father died
    Buried answers to my questions
    I thought how selfish
    In dusty ashes
    Lay in decay my love
    wasted and dead
    I cried when he died
    Saddened he’d
    Never see my success
    He’d never imagine I’d marry
    He’d never imagine I’d do greater things
    And so for two years he haunted me
    With deceit in my dreams
    Like the intangible wind
    He left me empty
    All over again
    At his funeral we
    Chanted an Orbituary of lies
    Silenced the truth
    To give him a humanly funeral
    A hero’s funeral
    But I know my father
    Was not a hero

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