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Feathering the Nest
The kids are growing fast
and we are off for the first time alone
to places we've gone a hundred times before
but now, alone...
The sounds of children
in their playground
rise above the music
in shrill waves of laughter
punctuated by shrieks
as swings reach high
and balls fly off bats well swung.
all comments and criticisms(+/-)are welcome...
Vince (skiclim@aol.com)
Vincent Scalese (email= skiclim@aol.com)
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She waits
for the clock
to start
The ball to
drop.
Perched
on this widow's walk
hoping to blink or
turn a corner
and see
Her heart's ship
sailing in.
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GROWING OLD
The treasure chest
once full of gold
Now cold and empty
the children have grown.
Bleakness now follows,
shadow footsteps behind.
The darkness is calling,
fading memories of the mind.
Grasping at air
no hand to hold
Growing,growing,
growing old
--*--
scruffy tumbleweeds
scratch on doors, roll by windows
zombie plant parade
--*--
the rain
as my time here
is almost done
i look back
and
think of
whatever become
of the rain
we saw each other
back there
no here
and i cried
to
you to make them stop
the rain
by jesse f. boutin 4-16-96
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Updated April 15, 1996
BEYOND THE SUNSET
Should you go and I remain,
To walk the road
alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear
With happy
days we've known.
In spring I'll wait for roses red,
When faded the
lilacs blue.
In autumn when brown leaves fall,
I'll
catch a glimpse of you.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though
blindly I may grope,
Memory of your helping hand,
Will
bouy me up with hope.
Should you go first, and I remain
One thing I'll have
you do.
Walk slowly down that long, long road
For soon
I'll follow you.
I want to know each step you take
So I may take the
same.
For someday down that long, long row
You'll hear
me call your name.
Blanche Baranosky
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Love,
like a flower
cannot exist
in a dry,
hard-soiled
clay pot.
It's struggle for life,
the survival instinct,
prohibits
new growth.
Turning on itself,
as if to say it's parts
are the reason for the harsh elements,
one leaf
at a time
dies.
No longer resembling a flower-
naked, alone, self-rejected.
With only a hope of water,
It stands.
--*--
Key
By Craig Owens
The man sits there waiting to be noticed,
Finally she opens the door to eternity,
Take this chance for new hopes and memories,
Here is the key to my world.
So come with me and see what I mean,
I promise that you will be pleased.
--*--
As the darkness grows and
the clouds begin to cover
the stars.
The trees begin to sway in the wind.
What then, as the thughts
begin to creep thru your mind.
The thughts you have run from,
hidden away in the back of your mind.
What then?
How do you run now, when
the darkness decends and the lights
grow dim.
There is nowhere to turn.
What then?
Brenda Bowman
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Last Moon Of Summer
Again,
the heart that is the moon,
rises above
the cool shadows
of a summer's sunset.
I look with my eyes,
but see
with my heart.
It illuminates my soul,
to expose the
pain of poetry.
8 / 28 / 93
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PROMISE
Promise yourself that you will care,
be gentle and giving, that you will share.
Promise yourself that you'll forgive,
help others along, live and let live.
Promise yourself that you'll follow your dreams, no matter how hard or difficult it seems.
And if you do follow the words above,
you'll find peace and joy, you'll share in the love.
But most of all when you are through,
you'll find the PROMISE inside of you.
--*--
LULLABY
I SAW A BOY PULLED OUT TO SEA
HE SEEMED SO STRANGELY CALM
AS IF HE'D HEARD HIS MOTHER'S VOICE
CALLING...CALLING
SHE LIVES BEYOND THE CLASP OF TIME
FOR HIDDEN IN HER CHEST
ARE THOUSANDS WHO HAVE HEARD HER CALL
AND NOW ARE LAID TO REST
BENEATH HER VIOLET LULLABY
BENEATH HER VEIL OF FOAM
WHENCE WE CAME SO SHALL WE GO
THE SEA RECLAIMS HER OWN
COPYRIGHT 1996 MELA BUTCHER
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Feelings
I take it unjustly
thinking it's free
Little do I know
it has its rewards and penalties
I wonder WHY?
Please if possible can I get a response to this poem. Also you can check out more poetry by The Natural at the Live Poet Society site.
by: The Natural
Copyright (c) Cactus League Production, Inc. 1996
Updated April 7, 1996
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life is fine
if you don't mind
sunshine mixed with
rain
life is fine
f you don't mind
losses mixed with
gain
life is fine
if you don't mind
ecstasy with
grief
--*--
SPELLBOUND
Without words
Or incantations,
you cast your
spell,
Mesmerizing me,
Captivating my heart.
I was becharmed
by the gentleness
in your
eyes.
I melted in the warmth of your embrace;
I fell
hopelessly in love
after our first kiss;
I am forver in
your power.
--*--
If indeed God's love is in me
I'll look to Him for all my needs
He teaches me how not to be
Full of hatred, lust, and greed
Bilieve in Christ and you'll soon see
Everything's possible through God's Holy seed Earthly temptations bring those to their knees In search of forgiveness by God's only means How do I know through prayer I'm appeased Christ loved me so much He gave His life on the tree.
Kim Laffey December 3,1995
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Lies, lies, lies
I gave myself a lie-
and so my mind must die.
For all my life I lived a lie
when love itself had died.
So now I sit and cry-
for there is not a sky,
for one as me who lonely be
had learned to love a lie.
--*--
A day and it passes.
The rising of the sun,
it seems, and yet
it is not but the moon,
ever so bright in its darkness.
And so I wait,
again eternally?
No.
Yet close;
--*--
I once wrote a song, but I don't know how to write music.
So everytime I turn on the radio and listen to a song, I think to myself: 'Hey, I might've written that!'
--*--
Some People
by Scott Cannon March 29 1996
Some people give
Some people die
Some people live
Some people cry
Some people are for others
Some people die for their brothers
Some people sin
Some people grin
Some people love
Some people hate
Some people look to the sky above
Some people hesitate
I am only one of these people
Some people are chained down
Some people are free
And one of those people are me.
--*--
HEARTS ON FIRE
We met----
We felt sparks
in the embers of our hearts;
Our kisses made our hearts warmer yet.
We made love----
fullfilling our desires of passion;
Our hearts are on fire!
With each kiss, touch
the falmes burn higher!
Hearts on fire
burning with desire;
Yearning, feeling.
A flame that can't
be tamed.
Hearts on fire
will never me the same.
--*--
"Cancer"
By Karl Knapp
I see you coming, like a raging bull. My heart's surrendered, with thoughts you stole. Grimace in pain, with the chains that bind you.
Walking away, from the thieves that find you.Into your house, you enter alone.Realizing not,that you haven't gone home.A knock at your door, you will not answer.Sending your butler,you are the cancer.
Eating away, at the body of life.Put the ring on the finger,of the Devils' wife!
--*--
Translated from the Yiddish by Murray Wolfe
Originally published in Partisan Review 1989 Vol
LVI Issue 1
***
The Wonder happened so naturally:
a poet submerged in a sea--seeking
pearls, shivering and yearning motionlessly.
And with the slightest kiss for the first pearl, his limbs disappeared,
his face ceased to exist--
no tears--
the poet entered his poems.
-Murray Wolfe (banker@sprynet.com)
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Brian
Brian, he was cryin'
Cuz' he couldn't find his mum.
He looked and looked
and looked and looked.
And only found his thumb.
--*--
SHOSHANA ZOHARA BAHT AVRAHAM AVEENU
(for Charlene)
Ducet dahram
Wo ahy nee
Je taime
I will love you always
Ci bene
and always
Ich liebe dich
in all ways
Te quiero
in life and
death and
life again.
Murray Wolfe (banker@sprynet.com)
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I AM GOD
thundered the fly
of what
i asked
EVERYTHING
she answered.
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