Go Kiz go, go IP go!!!! Write on!
Go Kiz go, go IP go!!!! Write on!
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
and hides the apple
from the sight of first couple
and leaves them wondering
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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and leaves them wondering
where it is safe to find sleep
and peace
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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.
and peace
would not come to lovers two
who are two in one!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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who are two in one?
the sea and moon's exerted
pull; these without touch?
ha! have fun with that one!
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 01-09-2008 at 10:08 PM.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Ha ha, Jon, why didn't ya hop in?Originally Posted by jon1jt
Pull these without touch
the quills poked the smallest one...
such sad little eyes
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
kiz beat me
such sad little eyes
remain felt, it's the nature
in emotion's look
(oh well, just a little juggling required.)
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
in emotions drag
moments turn into hours
the painful night wails
Last edited by Wyoecho; 01-09-2008 at 10:13 PM.
Wyoecho
"Faith: not wanting to know what is true."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
I wondered the same thing.Ha ha, Jon, why didn't ya hop in?
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
pull these that don't touch,
the sinews of my mortal
flesh are in your hands
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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The painful night wails
each raindrop is a message
my nose drips with news
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
My nose drips with news
and further drips memories
on my ancient sword
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
on my ancient sword
there is a small engraving --
please use with caution
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
please use with caution
my heart is not a football
to be kicked around
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
-(:===============
please use with caution
my heart is not a football
to be kicked around
Ha ha, Jon, why didn't ya hop in?
Pull these without touch
the quills poked the smallest one...
such sad little eyes
Thanks, Kiz. Sometimes I get in the mood to just disappear. I think singer Suzanne Vega sums up this feeling for me perfectly:
to be kicked around,
poets going through customs
learn to compromise
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
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