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    Quote Originally Posted by Pendragon View Post
    OK. And the word is: Homecoming


    The People have a saying:
    “The earth and the sky go on forever,
    but today is a good day to die.”
    Thanks for sharing this, Dale. Having just arrived I have only seen a few of your poems and this is by far my favorite. Such a wonderful reflection on a well lived time on this earth.

    My Great Grandfather was a full Cherokee. He was 105, in the backyard, pruning a peach tree when, as a neighbor saw, he sat, put his shears down, laid back on the grass and died.

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    Quote Originally Posted by ampoule View Post
    And just maybe in the heart or two of your poet friends???? Please?

    I second that emotion wholeheartedly. You don't want to see my ankle, I'm sure, so it's my heart or nothing.

    Great poem. That makes two pieces of excellent work to start this word.

    Whew, I had some laconic I mixed up in the sink, but it was not pretty.

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    homecoming

    The sun's ruby glare approaches with soft feet through the window,
    tiny photon fingers with uncanny strength lift melted sand
    strained along the household square,
    squeezing the pulsing bulbs of their bodies
    through a sun-glazed entrance.

    doorways left ajar breathe clear reflections like milk-intoned mirrors,
    space a lingered sigh to the thoughtful depth
    of walls sublimely smiling, the fix of memory infused in wood.
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    My hide hides the heart inside

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    The Poem of the Town That Was Upside-down

    A Homecoming of sorts. My attempt at a kids poem when my daughter was small. Apologies to Dr. Seuss.


    Stop swatting that bird,
    I said from the ground,
    you’re the man from the place
    where the sky’s green and brown,
    and the rain never falls,
    so the grass is all blue.
    You’d better come down,
    I’ve heard about you.

    You must be crazy,
    came the instant reply,
    I’m already down,
    you’re up in the sky.
    And this bird’s gonna croak,
    if I don’t net it soon,
    or thrash around ‘til it does
    in the Grey-blue Lagoon.


    Your Grey-blue Lagoon
    is where birds like to fly.
    They’re not thrashing around,
    they’re not going to die.
    You can’t really be real,
    this is some kind of joke,
    an upside-down town,
    filled with upside-down folk.

    Look at that green thing
    in front of your nose –
    what do you call it,
    and the branch where it grows?
    Let me guess; they are clouds;
    they could never be leaves,
    and you all live in houses
    that sit on their eaves.

    So you’ve seen my home?
    And he started to climb
    (down, or up if you choose)
    the trunk in no time,
    until I was looking
    directly at him
    with a mouth in his head
    and an eye on his chin,

    and hair all around
    from his head to his jaw,
    and ten toes for fingers,
    you won’t believe what I saw.
    I started to run,
    I was scared as could be,
    but he started back down-up
    and said follow me.

    He gave me a foot,
    that was really a hand.
    It was way beyond strange,
    I’m sure you understand.
    Away we both went
    through the tops of the trees,
    this poet and a man
    who had elbows for knees.

    We arrived at a place,
    at the edge of the wood;
    I’d fail at descriptives,
    if describe it I could:
    A banner with “Get-Out-Of
    Our Home in the Sky”
    and instead of hello
    they all said good-bye.

    But I took off my shoes
    and shook feet, nonetheless,
    commenced my farewells,
    in a daze, I’ll confess,
    for it was true of the houses
    I needed no further proof –
    every one, every building
    rose up from its roof.

    I met all the children,
    so smart and quite tall,
    but the parents and grown-ups
    were fussy and small.
    This reversal was cleared
    in a song that they sung
    how they all were born old
    and died when they’re young.

    Once I accustomed
    myself to the town,
    I had fun falling up,
    but got sick rising down.
    It was quite an adjustment
    to make in my head –
    that night I slept on the floor
    and fell into the bed.

    I dreamed I awoke
    and this was all in my dreams.
    I assure you my dithers
    were more than it seems,
    for when I really woke down
    by the light of the moon
    the children all laughed
    ‘cause I’d slept out ‘til noon.

    Breakfast was good,
    we had eggs that were red,
    they’re favorite for sure,
    by the smiles on their heads,
    but the frowns on their lips
    told me late I must go
    from this land of green sky
    with the blue grass below.

    You’ll become one of us
    if you don’t say hello;
    they were right, my left thumb
    had become a big toe,
    and both of my lips
    were growing eyelashes,
    the grass had turned gray
    and was throwing out flashes.

    I ran through the green clouds,
    the branches were wet,
    there the birds had found shelter;
    it was all they could get.
    It made me so love
    the home of my heart,
    where poems end when they stop
    and begin where they start.

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    How delightful. Lucky daughter. I may have to read that to my class.
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

    "If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor

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    Homecoming

    A shiny white convertible, and me,
    With red sequined gown spread from window to window,
    Sitting on the back, waving,
    Gliding into a stadium of cheers.
    The glaring lights bid a shocking but somehow warm welcome,
    With the stars beyond singing back-up.
    Floating past the team, holding their helmets by their sides, in respect, of course,
    I give a queenly glance, surprised to see, some who are familiar to me...
    One dressed in camouflage with painted face and a bow at his side
    And another in denim overalls.......Wait! I glance back......
    Grandpa, is that you, with your missing fingers?
    As we continue down the field, I wonder how in this world he can pass the ball, then,
    "Driver! Stop! It's grandpa Artz and I'll just hop down for a second,
    To gather grass clippings in brown paper bags so he will smile",
    But the driver whisks by, as I spy Uncle Tex with his guitar on his back!
    Laughing out loud and pointing my finger, I say,
    "You won't get many touchdowns that way!"
    There are farmers and soldiers and fishermen,
    Team members reading books, teaching lessons and making change,
    Looking up at me,
    And standing in the far off background,
    Even my opponents are smiling.
    Next we come to the cheering stand and the band is playing,
    "Peg 'O My Heart, I love you....",
    While the pep squad shouts out in familiar voices.
    The cheerleaders, with their silver hair and calico dresses,
    Do flips and jumps, and stand in pyramids....Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah....for me,
    For me.
    Finally, my white chariot convertible hovers in front of the goal post.
    The door swings open and I glide out on to the field of green with white chalk markings.
    I take my place and can hardly breathe as I receive my crown.
    I curtsy, and holding my bouquet of long-stemmed red roses,
    I turn around to take in the marvelous scene,
    Knowing that tonight,
    I will dance.


    Disclaimer: I may or may not believe in such things but it's fun to imagine.
    Last edited by ampoule; 07-12-2007 at 09:56 AM.
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

    "If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor

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    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    Thanks for sharing this, Dale. Having just arrived I have only seen a few of your poems and this is by far my favorite. Such a wonderful reflection on a well lived time on this earth.

    My Great Grandfather was a full Cherokee. He was 105, in the backyard, pruning a peach tree when, as a neighbor saw, he sat, put his shears down, laid back on the grass and died.
    Really? Mine was also. BlackJohn Lamie. You can find his name on the list of the Cherokee Nation. As they recognize descendants, I guess were a fellow tribe members!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    A Homecoming of sorts. My attempt at a kids poem when my daughter was small. Apologies to Dr. Seuss.


    Stop swatting that bird,
    I said from the ground,
    you’re the man from the place
    where the sky’s green and brown,
    and the rain never falls,
    so the grass is all blue.
    You’d better come down,
    I’ve heard about you.

    You must be crazy,
    came the instant reply,
    I’m already down,
    you’re up in the sky.
    And this bird’s gonna croak,
    if I don’t net it soon,
    or thrash around ‘til it does
    in the Grey-blue Lagoon.


    Your Grey-blue Lagoon
    is where birds like to fly.
    They’re not thrashing around,
    they’re not going to die.
    You can’t really be real,
    this is some kind of joke,
    an upside-down town,
    filled with upside-down folk.

    Look at that green thing
    in front of your nose –
    what do you call it,
    and the branch where it grows?
    Let me guess; they are clouds;
    they could never be leaves,
    and you all live in houses
    that sit on their eaves.

    So you’ve seen my home?
    And he started to climb
    (down, or up if you choose)
    the trunk in no time,
    until I was looking
    directly at him
    with a mouth in his head
    and an eye on his chin,

    and hair all around
    from his head to his jaw,
    and ten toes for fingers,
    you won’t believe what I saw.
    I started to run,
    I was scared as could be,
    but he started back down-up
    and said follow me.

    He gave me a foot,
    that was really a hand.
    It was way beyond strange,
    I’m sure you understand.
    Away we both went
    through the tops of the trees,
    this poet and a man
    who had elbows for knees.

    We arrived at a place,
    at the edge of the wood;
    I’d fail at descriptives,
    if describe it I could:
    A banner with “Get-Out-Of
    Our Home in the Sky”
    and instead of hello
    they all said good-bye.

    But I took off my shoes
    and shook feet, nonetheless,
    commenced my farewells,
    in a daze, I’ll confess,
    for it was true of the houses
    I needed no further proof –
    every one, every building
    rose up from its roof.

    I met all the children,
    so smart and quite tall,
    but the parents and grown-ups
    were fussy and small.
    This reversal was cleared
    in a song that they sung
    how they all were born old
    and died when they’re young.

    Once I accustomed
    myself to the town,
    I had fun falling up,
    but got sick rising down.
    It was quite an adjustment
    to make in my head –
    that night I slept on the floor
    and fell into the bed.

    I dreamed I awoke
    and this was all in my dreams.
    I assure you my dithers
    were more than it seems,
    for when I really woke down
    by the light of the moon
    the children all laughed
    ‘cause I’d slept out ‘til noon.

    Breakfast was good,
    we had eggs that were red,
    they’re favorite for sure,
    by the smiles on their heads,
    but the frowns on their lips
    told me late I must go
    from this land of green sky
    with the blue grass below.

    You’ll become one of us
    if you don’t say hello;
    they were right, my left thumb
    had become a big toe,
    and both of my lips
    were growing eyelashes,
    the grass had turned gray
    and was throwing out flashes.

    I ran through the green clouds,
    the branches were wet,
    there the birds had found shelter;
    it was all they could get.
    It made me so love
    the home of my heart,
    where poems end when they stop
    and begin where they start.
    Wonderful! Roll over, Dr. Seuss! Someone has added to your books!

    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Quote Originally Posted by ampoule View Post
    Homecoming

    A shiny white convertible, and me,
    With red sequined gown spread from window to window,
    Sitting on the back, waving,
    Gliding into a stadium of cheers.
    The glaring lights bid a shocking but somehow warm welcome,
    With the stars beyond singing back-up.
    Floating past the team, holding their helmets by their sides, in respect, of course,
    I give a queenly glance, surprised to see, some who are familiar to me...
    One dressed in camouflage with painted face and a bow at his side
    And another in denim overalls.......Wait! I glance back......
    Grandpa, is that you, with your missing fingers?
    As we continue down the field, I wonder how in this world he can pass the ball, then,
    "Driver! Stop! It's grandpa Artz and I'll just hop down for a second,
    To gather grass clippings in brown paper bags so he will smile",
    But the driver whisks by, as I spy Uncle Tex with his guitar on his back!
    Laughing out loud and pointing my finger, I say,
    "You won't get many touchdowns that way!"
    There are farmers and soldiers and fishermen,
    Team members reading books, teaching lessons and making change,
    Looking up at me,
    And standing in the far off background,
    Even my opponents are smiling.
    Next we come to the cheering stand and the band is playing,
    "Peg 'O My Heart, I love you....",
    While the pep squad shouts out in familiar voices.
    The cheerleaders, with their silver hair and calico dresses,
    Do flips and jumps, and stand in pyramids....Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah....for me,
    For me.
    Finally, my white chariot convertible hovers in front of the goal post.
    The door swings open and I glide out on to the field of green with white chalk markings.
    I take my place and can hardly breathe as I receive my crown.
    I curtsy, and holding my bouquet of long-stemmed red roses,
    I turn around to take in the marvelous scene,
    Knowing that tonight,
    I will dance.


    Disclaimer: I may or may not believe in such things but it's fun to imagine.

    And lovely to write the dream as well...

    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Quote Originally Posted by ampoule View Post
    Homecoming

    A shiny white convertible, and me,
    Disclaimer: I may or may not believe in such things but it's fun to imagine.
    Lovely, and I gladly accept the freedom to choose whether you do or do not believe in such things...

    Just as I may or may not believe that

    Love is just around the corner,
    Any cozy little corner,
    Love is just around the corner,
    When I'm around you.


    That making love may or may not be as close to heaven as any of us needs to get...

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    Smile

    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    “You’re never so far from home,”
    I composed as the epigram
    to my first novel,
    “as when you’re there.”
    And “Home is the place ,”
    wrote Robert Frost, “where,
    when you have to go there,
    they have to take you in.”

    But I don’t know about that.

    I’m a Jew (or will be
    if ever I figure out
    what that is) so I’ve spent a long time
    looking for that place where,
    when I have nowhere else to go,
    they won’t have to take me in
    but they will want to,
    gladly, whole-heartedly.

    And so far, I’d have to say,
    I never have found a home
    but in the hearts
    of a lover or two
    or in that of my children’s
    well-furnished, spacious,
    solidly built hearts.
    Nice one, Jerry! What was it Pepe LePew said that time, oh yeah: "Flirt!"
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    And if Symphony would be so kind.......our next word PLEASE?
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

    "If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor

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    Ahh thank u so much ampoule, for considering me
    My nosy quill hasnt found its way to this thread (not much, thats to say) till now, sorry for that, been a bit busy with school lately.

    Only word coming to my mind right now is Soliloquy, since i myself am trying to write something on that. What do u say?
    .
    ...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.

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    Soliloquy

    We long for dialogue.
    That part-self that pretends to be a whole
    wanders abroad as a soliloquy,
    long strings of phrases, but
    with pauses and interstices
    hoping to be filled.

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