And the word is...

[PrinceMyshkin]

and the word is.......


Waiting
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Belatedly and not a poem but an excerpt from an unpublished novel of mine:

To hell with waiting any longer. I was an adult. I didn't have to wait. Children had to wait: sit here, sit there, keep still, we'll see, maybe on your next birthday, ask me one more time and... And old people had to wait, thanklessly, for release, for permission to leave. At either end of our lives, we spent hours and days, months, waiting. And in the middle, too. Prisoners had to wait, having refused at some time in the past to wait for what our society would have had them believe would be theirs, would belong to all of us, tomorrow: tomorrow being the time that adults invented to keep kids quiet, and the rich and powerful to keep the poor in line. And those who had given their hearts too easily in love, who had tried to buy love with the thin, perpetually diminishing coin of their patient hopefulness. All those and others had to wait, but not me; not any longer. Humanity was one long, endless waiting line that went in a spiral around and around the world. The line wavered in places and there were gaps in it here and there where some of the waiters had given up and others had not yet closed the ranks, but for the most part the line was docile and remarkably well-behaved. Everyone was waiting, as they had been trained since birth to do.

[Sweets America]

Belatedly and not a poem but an excerpt from an unpublished novel of mine:

To hell with waiting any longer. I was an adult. I didn't have to wait. Children had to wait: sit here, sit there, keep still, we'll see, maybe on your next birthday, ask me one more time and... And old people had to wait, thanklessly, for release, for permission to leave. At either end of our lives, we spent hours and days, months, waiting. And in the middle, too. Prisoners had to wait, having refused at some time in the past to wait for what our society would have had them believe would be theirs, would belong to all of us, tomorrow: tomorrow being the time that adults invented to keep kids quiet, and the rich and powerful to keep the poor in line. And those who had given their hearts too easily in love, who had tried to buy love with the thin, perpetually diminishing coin of their patient hopefulness. All those and others had to wait, but not me; not any longer. Humanity was one long, endless waiting line that went in a spiral around and around the world. The line wavered in places and there were gaps in it here and there where some of the waiters had given up and others had not yet closed the ranks, but for the most part the line was docile and remarkably well-behaved. Everyone was waiting, as they had been trained since birth to do.

You are a real good writer. A real one.

[TheFifthElement]

Belatedly and not a poem but an excerpt from an unpublished novel of mine:

To hell with waiting any longer. I was an adult. I didn't have to wait. Children had to wait: sit here, sit there, keep still, we'll see, maybe on your next birthday, ask me one more time and... And old people had to wait, thanklessly, for release, for permission to leave. At either end of our lives, we spent hours and days, months, waiting. And in the middle, too. Prisoners had to wait, having refused at some time in the past to wait for what our society would have had them believe would be theirs, would belong to all of us, tomorrow: tomorrow being the time that adults invented to keep kids quiet, and the rich and powerful to keep the poor in line. And those who had given their hearts too easily in love, who had tried to buy love with the thin, perpetually diminishing coin of their patient hopefulness. All those and others had to wait, but not me; not any longer. Humanity was one long, endless waiting line that went in a spiral around and around the world. The line wavered in places and there were gaps in it here and there where some of the waiters had given up and others had not yet closed the ranks, but for the most part the line was docile and remarkably well-behaved. Everyone was waiting, as they had been trained since birth to do.

Check out post 300 on this thread

[ampoule]

uh oh....is he testing us or just blatantly throwing his write around? Ya know, you guys are gonna have to help me here. I tried to take him to the spanking room once before and he started kicking and screaming and made Sweets do his dirty work and.....come on....any ideas???

Good eye Fifth!

[Sweets America]

Check out post 300 on this thread

Prince is getting old.
Well, I didn't remember that either, so maybe I am getting old too?

[TheFifthElement]

uh oh....is he testing us or just blatantly throwing his write around? Ya know, you guys are gonna have to help me here. I tried to take him to the spanking room once before and he started kicking and screaming and made Sweets do his dirty work and.....come on....any ideas???

Good eye Fifth!

It was a memorable piece. Perhaps he is testing our memories, mine's working (yipee! Something works!)

[PrinceMyshkin]

Prince is getting old.
Well, I didn't remember that either, so maybe I am getting old too?

Shoot! Sorry about that! I must have thought it was too good to post just the one time! Look for it again at message # 736

[PrinceMyshkin]

It was a memorable piece. Perhaps he is testing our memories, mine's working (yipee! Something works!)

Something of yours does work indeed:

http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=31327

[firefangled]

Blackbird says he is the absence and beginning
of all things, his red is the edge of the worlds.

Look, when he spreads his wings, and listen –
our dreams are full of stars and waiting to see
them rise in another now that knows us better.

In the black night, there is only his song in the tree,
moonlight drifts through him, between two skies – follow it
to where love has no questions concerning how or whys
or when. There you will remember, as if you never left.

[CdnReader]

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Waiting

My paddle dips
beneath the silken skin
of water's quiet stillness.
Weightless, noiseless,
slowly propelling me through
the early morning mist.

Shhhh........
The oar rests
across my knees....
my craft bears me along
without desire,
without pain,
without that fiercesome
screaming that defines
the rest of my life.

Shhhh........
There is nothing here
but the mist across the bay,
floating without need,
colourless, directionless,
held together by the
coming warmth of the rising sun
and the call of the loon.

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cdn/03jan08
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[firefangled]

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Waiting

My paddle dips
beneath the silken skin
of water's quiet stillness.
Weightless, noiseless,
slowly propelling me through
the early morning mist.

Shhhh........
The oar rests
across my knees....
my craft bears me along
without desire,
without pain,
without that fiercesome
screaming that defines
the rest of my life.

Shhhh........
There is nothing here
but the mist across the bay,
floating without need,
colourless, directionless,
held together by the
coming warmth of the rising sun
and the call of the loon.

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cdn/03jan08
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Shhhh is right...best not to disturb the absolute serenity and beauty of the last three lines...

Cdn, I know this water and you have described it well.

[CdnReader]

Thanks, Fire. This one's been "floating" in my head for a few days now. Amp provided the right atmosphere to bring it to life.

[Pendragon]

Stigma

The disease was hard enough to bear without the enforced concealing robes,
and the further shame of tolling bells: Leper! Outcast! Unclean!
The disease was the least communicable of communicable diseases—
yet they must cry “Come not near me and touch me not.”, though they begged for a living.
It is called giving the sick a stigma that goes with them everywhere, a mark they may not hide.
In this, the modern age where true medical miracles are preformed on a regular basis
in trauma units world-wide, where people live from transplanted organs, synthetic skin,
and other wonders of modern medical advancements, there remains stigmas.
The AIDS patient often dies cold and lonely in a corner bed of a hospital, quite quickly.
He or she didn’t have to go so fast, but there was that stigma, AIDS: Don’t Touch! Avoid!
There are only a few ways to get the disease. The patient may be touched, hugged, comforted.
Your care may keep them here longer and may ever give them enough reason to live to beat the illness!
See the person not the stigma…
That person with the mental problem is laboring under a great stigma which our TV shows doesn’t help.
The villain is always a Bi-polar who is off his medication or a schizophrenic or something who lost it.
Thank you very much! Those of us who live with the illness now have to live with the stigma!
People begin to avoid us and first you know we have no close friends we can depend upon if we need help.
We are normal most of the time and when we have problems, we need someone to call our doctors.
I have fallen and lain there for the better part of an hour outside and not one person came to my aid.
Heads up: you cannot catch this stuff. I have the doctor’s number’s in my wallet for you to call.
I don’t come back around violent, I come back around very confused and wonder even where I am.
All you want to see is a stigma. I am a human being.
When It comes to brains, I acknowledge some superiors, and a few equals! Stigma be darned!

Pendragon
© 1/31/08

[ampoule]

I hate stigma also. As far as mental health, we have made a very little progress but at a snail's pace. We need to be educated and not scared off by the movies and other media.
Some women from our church used to travel to a Gary, Indiana, hospital to hold and rock babies with AIDS.
Have you ever considered getting a MedicAlert bracelet to wear? I know that even those can be overlooked but it might help.
I'm sorry those things have happened to you.

[ampoule]

It's been awhile. Would someone like to choose a new word for us?? Here is a reminder of what we have used so far (in ABC order) :
apathy (granny5); avarice (ampoule); charity (ampoule); childhood (FifthElement); dreams (ampoule); evanescent (ampoule); gratitude (ampoule); heart (CdnReader); hidden (PrinceMyshkin); home (firefangled); homecoming (Pendragon); independence (ampoule); jealousy (ampoule); laconic (Adolescent09); novelty (PrinceMyshkin); Oriental(ism)(Il Penseroso); passion (DebraSue); patience (Poppy); penance (firefangled); romance (zargon); seasons (CdnReader); sinful desires (PrinceMyshkin); soliloquy (symphony); stigma (Pendragon); teach (ampoule); time (Pendragon); tranquility (stephofthenight); trust (Bii); vacant (jon1jt); waiting (ampoule)...

and the word is???????