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The Hidden Dark

Hark!
the song
all night long
of birds caress
deep where the hearts belong
found a hidden note of distress
a forlorn loneliness they would suppress
the shadow befallen the cries of a lark
such sadness that they would never confess
so haunted by their sweet mistress
a shade that knows its wrong
under duress
sound the gong
for long
dark.

Little. Kid. Running. Everywhere. Making. Lots. Of. Noise.



My mom is giving the little boy's mom tips on homeschooling and giving her books to start with. . .

Now, he's running around the kitchen and livingroom, screaming something unintelligible. Meanwhile, his sweet slightly older sister is sitting quietly at the other computer, playing a nice quiet game.
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Maybe I’m just in a bad mood, but this is what I’ve been thinking about today.

Tomorrow is my in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary. We are planning a fancy meal, but it will be family only. This is the same group of people that gets together every Sunday to eat dinner. Only we are going to dress fancy and cook fancy food. It has me thinking about things I don’t enjoy that every other woman around seem to live for.

Here is the short list of things that drive me nuts. ...

Cirque du Soleil

Most circuses, I cannot go,
I've been, but cannot remember smiling,
Those grimaced faces, proud
of their authority over beautiful beasts.
Let them go! Let them go!

No, wait!

They'll get hit by cars or screamed at
for their innocent tramplings,
looking for sustenance, their terrain,
a likeness to nuzzle, to stand beside,
or run and jump, free.

But this circus, I can

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I don't want to clutter up the forums with awful poems by putting all these up but if you'll have fun reading them, please enjoy! These are from the start of my exchange in September 2007.


A gradual dismemberment

First, the legs
When I can no longer walk to home
Or board a bus
Across wide seas –
The arms go with my family
My friends; useless here
Hugs lack strength.
Like me, they are ghosts
Memories ...