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oldviolin
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Location: esse quam videri
Gender: Male
Zodiac: Leo


Posted: Feb 25, 2015 - 7:28am

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity.
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolowy cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

Jim Morrison

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Posted: Feb 23, 2015 - 10:26am

NIGHTSHADE

Those shadows, those flame shapes below,
are a grove, trees that in darkness
give off a damp scent—clove dust,
but sweeter. As he tries to explain
he feels defeated, because what he senses
is changing, momentary, brought on the wind.
Surely she notices it, too. Not berry
but the leatheriness of bark, the skin of berries.
The Seed.  Rain after a season of rain.
She notices the long distance they have come.
It is as if the evening began in the valley
below them, and now makes it way up the incline.
Nightshade, she says. One word.
And everything he has said seems paraphrase.
That air, sweet and bitter, is gone,
lost to chill, to shade giving way
to the general dark.  It is her hand
in his he thinks of now.
Her hands. Not their tenderness
but how one year they wove
the viny bittersweet into wreaths,
which she gave away as gifts.
When they finished their work, he brought her hands,
cut and scraped, to his mouth and kissed them.
He put her cupped hands over his face
and breathed deep the air held within them.

Eric Pankey

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Posted: Feb 20, 2015 - 11:17am

THE CLOVER CROSS

Below my hand what do I see
As I comb through the grass?
A moon of light on each shamrock
That sharpens as I pass.

All of us there, like servants—
Even that boy is,
Who will break my heart by trading
My cross for one of his.

Something bewitches us, a fever
Of boredom that is like zeal:
Five children in a somnolence
They can almost feel

As if a thirst had come on us
Out of the air, like rain
That touches the ground where our heads have
Bent and our bodies lain.

Mary Kinzie
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Posted: Feb 19, 2015 - 3:23pm


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Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley
Gender: Female
Zodiac: Aquarius
Chinese Yr: Rat


Posted: Feb 18, 2015 - 4:03pm

 ScottN wrote:
February

Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
Again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and the pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
an d your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

MARGARET ATWOOD



 

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Posted: Feb 17, 2015 - 8:14am

February

Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
Again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and the pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
an d your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

MARGARET ATWOOD


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Posted: Feb 16, 2015 - 8:08am

 ScottN wrote:
A GIFT FOR NO ONE

Far from home,
a view of red roofs,
broken tiles, grass
sprouting around a chimney,
and, near but unseen,
the sea pulling at
a beach of gray stones.
In the light
before dawn
the swallows stir
under the eaves,
the street groans
and goes back to sleep
a moment, and then the first deliveries.
In this hour I recognize myself
as I first did
in the darkened glass
of childhood when I was
afraid, and later
with a woman
who drank slowly,
grew cold, and went home alone. Once,
years ago, leaving
for work, I looked up
and saw a stranger
at my window and he
didn't wave back,
but this time I'm
the father coming home,
broken and mended, from a long trip
with a gift for no one.

PHILIP LEVINE

*bump* 
Philip Levine died Saturday,  (2/14/15)


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Posted: Feb 14, 2015 - 11:01am

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Carol Ann Duffy


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Posted: Feb 12, 2015 - 6:46am

The Red Wing Church

There’s a tractor in the doorway of a church
in Red Wing, Nebraska, in a coat of mud
and straw that drags the floor. A broken plow
sprawls beggarlike behind it on some planks
that make a sort of roadway up the steps.
The steeple’s gone. A black tar-paper scar
that lightning might have made replaces it.
They’ve taken it down to change the house of God
to Homer Johnson’s barn, but it’s still a church,
with clumps of tiger lilies in the grass
and one of those boxlike, glassed-in signs
that give the sermon’s topic (reading now
a bird’ s nest and a little broken glass).
The good works of the Lord are all around:
the steeple top is standing in a garden
just up the alley; it’s a hen house now:
fat leghorns gossip at its crowded door.
Pews stretch on porches up and down the street,
the stained-glass windows style the mayor’s house,
and the bell’s atop the firehouse in the square.
The cross is only God knows where.

Ted Kooser


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Posted: Feb 11, 2015 - 1:13pm

Confusion of the Senses

Moonlight fills the laurels
Like music. The moonlit
Air does not move. Your white
Face moves towards my face.
Voluptuous sorrow
Holds us like a cobweb
Like a song, a perfume, the moonlight.
Your hair falls and holds our faces.
Your lips curl into mine.
Your tongue enters my mouth.
A bat flies through the moonlight.
The moonlight fills your eyes
They have neither iris nor pupil
They are only globes of cold fire
Like the deer’s eyes that go by us
Through the empty forest.
Your slender body quivers
And smells of seaweed.
We lie together listening
To each other breathing in the moonlight.
Do you hear? We are breathing. We are alive.

Kenneth Rexroth


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Posted: Feb 1, 2015 - 12:17pm

Barter

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Sara Teasdale


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Posted: Jan 18, 2015 - 8:28am

The Guest

In the long July evenings,
the French woman
who came to stay every summer
for two weeks at my aunt’s inn
would row my brother and me
out to the middle of the mile-wide lake
so that the three of us
would be surrounded by the wild
extravagance of reds that had transformed
both lake and sky into fire.
It was the summer after our mother died.
I remember the dipping sound of the oars
and the sweet music of our voices as she led us
in the songs she had taught us to love.
“Blue Moon.” “Deep Purple."
We sang as she rowed, not ever wondering
where she came from or why she was alone,
happy that she was willing to row us
out into all that beauty.

Patricia Fargnoli

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Zodiac: Capricorn
Chinese Yr: Monkey


Posted: Jan 10, 2015 - 7:43pm

Making Peace - Denise Levertov
 
A voice from the dark called out,
“The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.”
 
But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.
 
A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.
 
A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses. . . .
 
A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light—facets
of the forming crystal.

ScottN
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Posted: Jan 9, 2015 - 8:52am

Everything We Don't Want Them to Know

At eleven, my granddaughter looks like my daughter
did, that slender body, that thin face, the grace

with which she moves. When she visits, she sits
with my daughter; they have hot chocolate together

and talk. The way my granddaughter moves her hands,
the concentration with which she does everything,

knocks me back to the time when I sat with my daughter
at this table and we talked and I watched the grace

with which she moved her hands, the delicate way
she lifted the heavy hair back behind her ear.

My daughter is grown now, married
in a fairy-tale wedding, divorced, something inside

her broken, healing slowly. I look at my granddaughter
and I want to save her, as I was not able

to save my daughter. Nothing is that simple,
all our plans, carefully made, thrown into a cracked

pile by the way love betrays us.

Maria Mazziotti Gillan


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Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley
Gender: Female
Zodiac: Aquarius
Chinese Yr: Rat


Posted: Jan 8, 2015 - 9:42am

What Happens When You Get Lost
By William Stafford

Out in the mountains nobody gives you anything.

And you learn what the rules were after the game is over.

By then it is already night and it doesn’t make any difference

What anyone else is thinking or doing because now you have to

Turn into an Indian.

You remember stories and now you know that the tellers were

Part of all they told.

And everyone else was, and even you.

They’re all around you now, but if you’re afraid you will never find them.

And those questions that people always ask-

“What would you do if…”

They have their own answer right now- nothing.

Some things cannot be redeemed in a hurry no matter what the intentions are.

What could be done had to have been done a long time ago.

Because mistakes have consequences that do not just disappear.

If evil could be canceled easily it would not be very evil.

And so, the stars see you.

While you drift away they have their own courses and they watch you.

And listen, they already know your name.


Alexandra

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Location: PNW
Gender: Female
Zodiac: Libra
Chinese Yr: Horse


Posted: Jan 7, 2015 - 6:57pm

Prospective Immigrants Please Note
 
Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through.

 

If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.

 

Things look at you doubly
and you must look back
and let them happen.

 

If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily

 

to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely

 

but much will blind you,
much will evade you,
at what cost who knows?

 

The door itself makes no promises.

It is only a door.

~Adrienne Rich


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Posted: Dec 15, 2014 - 3:20pm

Tea
I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup.

Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

I like the questions - sugar? milk? -
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say,
but it’s any tea, for you, please, any time of day,

as the women harvest the slopes,
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.

Carol Ann Duffy


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Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley
Gender: Female
Zodiac: Aquarius
Chinese Yr: Rat


Posted: Dec 12, 2014 - 2:53pm

To the Immaculate Virgin, on a Winter Night

Lady, the night is falling and the dark
Steals all the blood from the scarred west.
The stars come out and freeze my heart
With drops of untouchable music, frail as ice
And bitter as the new year's cross.

Where in the world has any voice
Prayed to you, Lady, for the peace that's in your power?
In a day of blood and many beatings
I see the governments rise up, behind the steel horizon,
And take their weapons and begin to kill.

Where in the world has any city trusted you?
Out where the soldiers camp the guns begin to thump
And another winter time comes down
To seal our years in ice.
The last train cries out
And runs in terror from this farmer's valley
Where all the little birds are dead.

The roads are white, the fields are mute
There are no voices in the wood
And trees make gallows up against the sharp-eyed stars.
Oh where will Christ be killed again
In the land of these dead men?

Lady, the night has got us by the heart
And the whole world is tumbling down.
Words turn to ice in my dry throat
Praying for a land without prayer,
Walking to you on water all winter
In a year that wants more war.

~Thomas Merton


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Posted: Dec 12, 2014 - 9:00am

Love for Other Things

It’s easy to love a deer
But try to care about bugs and scrawny trees
Love the puddle of lukewarm water
From last week’s rain.
Leave the mountains alone for now.
Also the clear lakes surrounded by pines.
People are lined up to admire them.
Get close to the things that slide away in the dark.
Be grateful even for the boredom
That sometimes seems to involve the whole world.
Think of the frost
That will crack our bones eventually.

Tom Hennen


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Posted: Dec 6, 2014 - 9:30am

Hometown Bars-If I Went Back

I’d talk to the girl with auburn hair
next to the mirrored barroom wall:
what made me leave, what kept her there,

eyes of green, skin so fair,
queen of every high school ball.
I’d talk to the girl with auburn hair,

remember how, with one slow stare,
she got the boys to come and call.
I had to leave, and she stayed there

to marry young, each day aware
of the always-watchful eyes of all.
She was “the girl with auburn hair,”

and I was not. I took the spare
leftover names-the smart one, small-
and left: no one could keep me there.

But still I sit in a vacant chair
next to the mirrored barroom wall.
The green-eyed girl, the auburn hair-
what we believed would keep us there.

Midge Goldberg



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