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LMB Moderator Posts: 653 From: Cooltown, USA Registered: Dec 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 02:08 PM
Birds in the Mediterranean Speak Like Syrup when...umbrella...glen...breakfast... fifty...bird...anything to do with the word gut
My father didn't give me his blue eyes he gave me his stutter He said he was cured when he went to camp at age 10 when he was sent somewhere in Wisconsin where all camps like these are, in the seclusion of forests and dirt, nothing that talks back or pretends to listen. They had good meat loaf there and made him talk real slow with a lot of breath, but he never explained, really,how he was cured. I imagined each boy and girl walking across tree logs uttering words like bluebird?with those hard, consonants and daffodil? double f' hiding, trembling under the lower lip. Words would drip down their chins like syrup and feed the animals with their sound. When I was ten I asked my father if I could go to that camp but he said it wasn't there anymore. In the Mediterranean, then? Surely they can cure this in the Mediterranean, I said. Anyone who can say that word surely can't stutter. In the sixth grade I gave the longest two-minute report on John F. Kennedy ever, stumbling over every consonant dragging them like fingers across a radiator. And at 16 I boiled some hot water in my mother's kettle and dipped my tongue in like a tea bag. I took a breath, opened my mouth and watched the silent bird escape into the repeating night. Words I hate: can...believe...letter...bottle... Lisa...confidence...blink Most don't notice anymore; I've gotten good at hiding it: the guttural swallowing I do just before I spit out the damaged sound, the contorting I do in my throat, where no one can see. Wishing I could be somewhere in the Mediterranean with a myriad of birds perched on my arms, saying My name is Lisa. My name is Lisa. My name is Lisa like a spoken song.
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LMB Moderator Posts: 653 From: Cooltown, USA Registered: Dec 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 02:12 PM
Secret of the WaspsWhen I was a young naive lovebird fattened with dusty phone calls I chose to follow you everywhere - to a country not on the map to moons. We spoke in a language the salmons taught us in slippery tongues. The wasps tell me you will never come again. I've heard them hovering by the broken screen. They've been let in, two or three at a time. This year has been different, I noticed one day. The water flowed the other way The fish came in schools and landed on the shore where I lined up all my shoes and velvet dresses. I ran from the moon on leather.
I hurried into the house where the shutters banged their choleric heads. Beneath the roll of Mozart: the hum outside the window, wings tickling the glass. And now we are two lizards emerging from the sand, linked with purple, airless umbilical cords. We think we are renewed. Come out, you say, And I sit, poised, waiting counting the number of breaths between thoughts. The number is small. Take the cord and bind your feet together Wear my shoes. Never mind the mess never mind the peripheral for wasps gather in the wings. I am told things aren't so sharp there. I've been told that you are long gone and on this day I've escaped all other whisperings two or three at a time.
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LMB Moderator Posts: 653 From: Cooltown, USA Registered: Dec 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 02:14 PM
Up (and Out) I wanted to be a bird as a child. My arms spread out pressed against the wound up, chilly, chain-link fence watching those bodies fly to places I couldn't, places I've never been. I looked at their brown and red bellies and wondered if they ever grew tired and what that felt like, if it was a tight fist of feathers in the pit of their chest, a sort of
panting that comes before the waiting, waiting to breathe calmly again, waiting to hear the sound of the beginning and I wondered what that sounded like. I used to escape the other children years ago and hide beneath the arms of the oak, nestle in my arms of quiet solitary breathing but I can't remember that rhythm - it gets disrupted so easily now. I sit behind two stories of window and watch a bird bang into it, feeling the glass splinters on my cheeks. I face the backs of houses, of people I don't know, faces I avoid. I turn from one wreckage to face another. The ensemble of birds fly back and forth from the tree nearest to me to one further down the street. Back and forth from tree to tree from me to me it seems to be a chase but who is chasing who and who is being chased and are they afraid and what does that feel like? Their wings flap frantically propelling them to this spot to that, from that spot to this and I close my eyes and place my fingers on the sides of my head, on this side and that side. I don't want to be chased just fly straight ahead not looking back not having the need to look back at the thousands of wings flapping every which way not having the need to meet the eyes of anything. The wind would breathe me along with no words, no expectations, just graspable flight, no matter if I were to ever reach it or not. Sky. Wind. Breath. Noiseless company. IP: Logged |
thegreyone Knowflake Posts: 520 From: St. John's,NF,Canada Registered: Dec 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 08:07 PM
Absolutely beautiful LMB!! You have a wonderful gift and I am very grateful that you are willing to share it with us. I hope you are feeling okay these days.Feel free to e-mail me if there is anything that I can do for you. ------------------ I have loved,I love,I will love. Grey IP: Logged |
gooberlily Knowflake Posts: 2296 From: Brooklyn, (and Norwich) NY, USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 09:53 PM
The lump I swallowed in my throat landed in my heart. And that's a good thing. IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 29, 2001 10:34 PM
Wonderful! Ditto on what Grey said. Write me anytime. May your Heart be filled with the joy that your poetry brings to ours. ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
YIVY Knowflake Posts: 4747 From: Louisiana Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 30, 2001 12:36 AM
LMB...how much you touch the lonely child in us... ------------------
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LMB Moderator Posts: 653 From: Cooltown, USA Registered: Dec 2000
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posted January 30, 2001 12:54 PM
Wow. All this beautiful, heart-warming feedback. I am speechless. thank you so much. it is good to be reminded of the light that shines within you, even when the world seems so dark. LMB IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted January 30, 2001 08:29 PM
Hi guys... I wrote this peom for a girl I knew and admired.. Her name was Katie and she died in a automobile accident on 11/11/00.. It was a very sad moment in my life because I admired her from afar and I never even met her.. The accident was also a result of drunken driving.. Please, think before you drink.. My poem is entitled November Rain November Rain.... Standing here in November rain.. All I feel is the pain.. Lost among the barren trees.. Winding down this hilly lane.. Now you're gone from this earth.. One less person with great worth... Why gentle Lord must you hurt.. Loyal ones who till your work... Now I walk to the lake... To watch the raindrops dissipate... Into a void of space and time... Untouched by our mortal minds... Let me change the past I beg So she can live another day Please Lord show me the way... So I can escort her away... This all comes from my heart... A silent admirer from afar... Who could not foresee the day... When the Lord decided to take her away... If I could, I would do... Anything I could to save you... Let me go back in time... To prevent this untimely crime... The reflection I saw in the lake... Gave me an answer I could not take... You can't change another's mistake Unfortunately, its all part of fate... Now I stand in the rain... A small part within the game... Please don't ever think... That you can drive and drink...
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Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 30, 2001 09:11 PM
Looks like great talent runs in your family! Fortunately, the dead have no ill feelings about the cause of their death (except for suicide). Even murder causes no negative feelings for them. All they want is to remain near family and friends in Spirit and continue to share the joy of major family events. Death is birth into the afterlife, and they view it as an open door. ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted January 31, 2001 11:31 AM
Hey Randall...Thanks for the complement... :-) I always write well when I am inspired to.. That was a very trumatic incident for me.. I wrote that poem the day she died... Thank you again for enlightening me.. I never knew that spirits were like that.. See, I am learning new things everyday.. Thanks again John IP: Logged |
Francois Villon Knowflake Posts: 13 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted January 31, 2001 12:01 PM
Judicious JOHN,So sorry about your loss. FV IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 31, 2001 10:15 PM
John, have you ever seen Crossing Over with John Edward? It comes on Sunday through Thursday at 11:00 pm and Sunday night at 8:00 pm on Sci Fi. Give it a try. You will beLIeVE... ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted February 01, 2001 08:17 AM
Randall...That is a great show!!! I think there is a tremendous about of validity to what he says. I really wish I could be on the show. Maybe I could talk with Katie. Thanks for complementing me on my writing.. Just a thanks if i didn't say it already... TNGWBK IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 02, 2001 12:04 AM
Katie is still around you from time to time, John. Look carefully, and you will see the Signs she is giving you to show that she is saying hello. Trust your intuition. ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
YIVY Knowflake Posts: 4747 From: Louisiana Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 02, 2001 01:58 AM
Just in case anyone was wondering.. If a spirit is still around did you know you can have them over for tea?First you have to poke a hole in the cup...in effect you 'killed' it. Then the spirit can drink from it. Pour the tea (or whatever) into the cup (better if poured over the sink as it can be messy here on this side). I am sure it would for other things as well...break the cookie, etc.. Then sit and chat with them. Easy! I did this with my brother after he passed..of course it was coffee not tea...not the usual gourmet kind he liked, but he was too polite to say. It was nice sitting down with him until he left to do some mysterious 'stuff' on the other side. He must have come back or something as I haven't seen or heard from him in years... At first it will seem like you are hearing the spirit in your head, but after you get used to it it will be just like a normal visit.. ------------------
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TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted February 02, 2001 09:42 AM
Hey Randall...I never thought of that.. I always try to have conversations with her. The day she died I went into my backyard and started talking outloud to her. I have seen some suddle occurances where I have felt a presence. I dunno. She could still be around because her death was a very tramatic. Ill keep talking to her... I need to pay attention more to what happens around me... :-) IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted February 02, 2001 09:46 AM
Hey YIVY...I never thought of that... I am more the iced tea type of guy. I will try that. I have alot of time on my hands anyway. hahahaha. IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 02, 2001 11:42 AM
Spirits come around during family celebrations, so see if you can attend one with her family. Or would that be too weird for them? I'm sure she hears you when you speak to her. In fact, I k-NOW she does. ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted February 02, 2001 06:51 PM
Randall.... I saw her father after the funeral at the reception. I didn't really know her well but her father was very grateful for my sympathy.. I will always talk to her when I feel down and I need some inspiration. I just wish I would have a chance to meet her when she was here.. Hey, I can always talk with her now.... It makes me feel good that there is someone on the other side who I can talk with.. She comforts me... IP: Logged |
LMB Moderator Posts: 653 From: Cooltown, USA Registered: Dec 2000
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posted February 02, 2001 11:35 PM
I am very excited to say that the first poem listed here, "Birds in the Mediterannean Speak Like Syrup" is a finalist for the James Hearst Poetry Prize for the North American Review. I just got notice today. Oh, ordain! ordain!I can hardly believe it! LMB IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 03, 2001 12:17 PM
Ahh, but you DID k-NOW her, John! Empathic connections are Karmic in nature. You knew her Soul at some point, probably many times over. That's why you feel so close to her. ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 16464 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 03, 2001 12:19 PM
Great, LMB! We'll keep our fingers crossed for you!! Light and Love is on its way!!! ------------------ Consider the circle, measure it please, All its three hundred and sixty degrees. Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found You can do it again, the other way 'round? Now that we know how many degrees, Must be accounted for nice as you please Here come astrologers, what do they say? Divide the degrees in precisely this way. Take thirty degrees for each of the signs It makes a nice wheel divided by lines. Chris Angelino IP: Logged |
TheNiceGuyWithBadKarma Knowflake Posts: 46 From: Registered: Jan 2001
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posted February 03, 2001 01:03 PM
Randall... See I need to think 12 dimensionally.. lol.. I am sure I knew her before. I had a rough night last night and I talked to her in my head. She answered me too.. It was weird.. I was talking and she was talking back.. I could not make up conversation like that.. lol.. Thanks again for you insight.. I keep learning new things everyday :-0 John IP: Logged |
gooberlily Knowflake Posts: 2296 From: Brooklyn, (and Norwich) NY, USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted February 03, 2001 07:42 PM
That's great LMB, Congratulations! I hope you win, you deserve it, it's a beautiful poem! IP: Logged |