Permission doesn't have to be sought, Poppy. If I write something you like, read it as often as you like. I always liked mine fried too, and now, that's the only way I'll eat the stuff. I lived 10 years in that house, 1965-1975. Oddly, that empty lot still defines my home and memories, although the apartment complex still is there, now redone into a nicer place, I have little memory of it. It was never home...Originally Posted by Poppy
Pen
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...
Pen, I loved "If I Have Not Charity...." Just beautiful. Thank you.
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if only
if only life were so simple
that all of our needs could be filled
without expectancy
without impatience
without injustice
without anger
if only life were so simple
that all of our dreams could be realized
without exception
without impunity
without greed
without help
if only life were so simple
that we would all give
just give
if only
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
Beautiful, darling friend, but... is it life that is other than simple - or our hearts? our yearning, craving but fearful hearts?
Thank you, Jerry. In the context of this poem (and the topic of "charity"), I do mean life itself, as a whole....but certainly "heart" could easily be substituted....or even subsumed....
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
Charitable Contribution
I am your charity and I stand
eager and ready for your inspection,
to see if I am worthy of your philanthropy.
There have been taxing times, yes,
but search the records and you will see,
how much you filled my internal needs.
I can provide you with an itemized list,
if you wish,
Joy for a lagging heart
Energy for a nagging life
Fullness for a sagging flesh
and all because you gave so freely.
But there is one little glitch in all of this,
Your exemption,
for surely others will see your profit
Through me.
amp, August TwentyFourth TwoThousandSeven
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
Oh, I like this. You are so darn good at what you do. Thanks for setting the example for me.
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I agree with Granny, and will add this: Amp, you always come up with THE most creative way to write about the topic. It's a constant delight to see in what unusual manner you will interpret the theme. Thanks!
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"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
As in poetry so in life; as in life, so in poetry it is a rare pleasure to encounter heart and mind that work so well together!
Thank you Cdn. It is great fun for me.I agree with Granny, and will add this: Amp, you always come up with THE most creative way to write about the topic. It's a constant delight to see in what unusual manner you will interpret the theme. Thanks!
What do you say we mix it up a little and visit the 'other side'?
AVARICE
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
The mind has its own hand
to do its work for it,
legs that take it
to strange camps.
The mind knows no limit
to its power. It razes
half the world, day and night,
at any real or fancied slight.
Ten thousand of the choicest
virgins, the blackest
caviar, grapes
of an almost unimaginable sweetness
--all these, the mind lays out before itself,
and takes them at a single bite.
J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Wow!!
I have been remiss in coming here. Granny, Cdn, MH, Ampoule, Prince, Pen and Poppy all of these are so individual and I loved reading them. You've got Patience and Charity covered. Jerry that was a break from your usual style, I liked it very much.
I'm not that fast lately with a poem, but let's see if I can do Avarice before it changes.
She watched me as I made my trips,
along the stones I had placed,
from the guest house to the car —
she must have known the loss for me,
seventy species of flowers and herbs,
on once neglected ground tended now for years,
an oasis or a rainbow's end of color,
fragrance that would die when I was gone.
In the distance their house lurked cold
with stone and steel pushing back the red oaks,
dogwoods, like intruders or spectators,
the chimney towering like a snorkel seeking better air.
She craned her neck, nervously accounting
each simple item, ordered me to leave the
varnished stump that had been my bed table,
then must have pondered my rejection,
gave her head a toss that she had won her game.
When I had packed up my books and clothes,
my office, and tools with which I lived majestically
as I could, with a heavy heart, I looked my last around
and then at her, whose eyes were, for a moment,
cast down. I smiled sadly for her, being part of his estate,
knowing I would make another home, another place,
but she would remain here, would remain here snared in plunder.
is like the flash that allows one to see into an interesting, complex mind!
I take all of you just for myself
I could never share that part.
There is no room for anyone else
to know what I feel and
experience.
Its just for me and me alone,
don't ever think I will apportion.
Yes, if I am greedy, so be it.
It's a sin I will gladly
commit.
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"Some go to church and think about fishing, others go fishing and think about God." -Tony Blake
For this, my son, I suggest you say 12 Hail Granny's and
Let my fishies go!
AVARICE, Greed, the thing that made the Native Americans a "Vanishing Race." I think I have a poem for that, yes.
Full Circle
It is truly ironic
that the lifestyle my people fought to preserve,
and the palefaces fought to destroy,
a simple lifestyle of dependence on Nature
for our food, clothing, and shelter;
of knowing which plants were good for food;
which plants were good for medicine;
of kinship with the animals
our Brothers,
killing only for food and wasting nothing;
of the bond within the tribe,
trusting fellow tribesmen without question;
putting your own life and the lives of loved ones
in the hands of others, without fear,
has become almost a religion
among many whites today.
As I sit here on the Sacred Rocks
above the rushing falls few non-Indians could ever find,
the full moon rises behind me,
casting velvet shadows that flow among the stones.
It has been over a century,
but time has finally come full circle.
DL Harris
© 6/12/99
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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