Flower In The Crannied Wall
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Publié :29/4/2014 14h10
Dernière mise à jour :11/5/2014 19h14 19443 vues
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Flower In The Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-- but if I could understand
what you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
~~Alfred, Lord Tennyson~~
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Castoff Skin
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Publié :29/4/2014 13h51
Dernière mise à jour :30/5/2024 1h5 19047 vues
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She lay in her girlish sleep at ninety-six,
small as a twig.
Pretty good figure
for an old lady, she said to me once.
Then she crawled away, leaving
a tiny stretched transparence
behind her. When I kissed her paper cheek
I thought of the snake,
of his quick motion.
~~Ruth Whitman~~
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Aliens
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Publié :29/4/2014 13h02
Dernière mise à jour :12/7/2014 18h13 19376 vues
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Do people who die in alien attacks
leave behind radioactive ash?
~~teyjj~~ |
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The Games People Play
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Publié :29/4/2014 12h25
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 15h57 18960 vues
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The Games People Play
Oh, the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play.
Oh we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame.
Neither one will give in
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
It's a dirty rotten shame.
People walking up to you
Singing glory hallelulia,
And they're tryin to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord.
They're gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your faith,
And furthermore to hell with hate,
Come on and get on board.
Look around tell me what you see
What is happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am.
'Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity,
Turns you sad on humanity
And you don't give a damn a damn, a damn.
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play
Writer(s): Charles B. Simmons, Joe South, Bruce Hawes, Joseph Banks Jefferson
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A Simile For Her Smile
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Publié :24/4/2014 16h29
Dernière mise à jour :7/5/2014 14h43 19107 vues
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A Simile For Her Smile
Your smiling or the the hope, the thought of it,
Makes in my mind such pause and abrupt ease
As when the highway bridgegates fall,
Balking the hasty traffic, which must sit
On each side massed and staring, while
Deliberately the drawbridge starts to rise;
Then horns are hushed, the oilsmoke rarifies,
Above the idling motors, one can tell
the packets smooth approach, the slip, slip
of the silken river past the sides,
the ringing of clear bells, the dip
and slow cascading of the paddle wheel.
~~Richard Wilbur~~
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Traveling Man...
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Publié :24/4/2014 16h09
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 15h04 18743 vues
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This is the weekend when I trek to the annual Penn Relays, which means I go from Ohio to Pennsylvania to New York, and back to Ohio.
Just dropping in to continue my project, which still has 6 days to go!
Will be responding to comments and visiting blogs on Monday/Tuesday when I'll be settled in back home.
My passion association is really a clandestine operation (well, almost everything in my life is) so I don't try to do too much away from there.
Have a great weekend all!
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On The Outside Looking In
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Publié :24/4/2014 16h03
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 14h59 18612 vues
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On The Outside Looking In
I love life’s fluid flow,
it’s a pleasure watching it unfold.
The silly, crazy things that people do
and the fun stuff that comes along.
Nothing more fun than sitting
quietly on a sunny day
and letting life gently wash around me
pretending I’m not even there.
It’s fun when no one notices you,
you’re like a fly perched on a wall
sitting there absorbing all that you see:
the girl carelessly scratching at a permanent
mound, thinking no one has noticed.
Of course, it could have been a sub-conscious
reaction, just caught up in the moment.
Would she be embarrassed
If she knew that I saw? Does she
Even realize
What just occurred?
Or that guy staring so intently
At that girl’s butt
As her skirt hikes up
Just as she bends over?
He reminds me of myself in some of my
More perverse moments.
What went through his mind?
Did she cause a reaction? Did he get an erection?
What would they both think
if they were on the outside looking in?
~~ TEYJJ ~~ |
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To See a World in a Grain of Sand
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Publié :23/4/2014 20h37
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 14h57 18646 vues
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...And this one for Sweet_VM who is always encouraging my efforts...
To See a World in a Grain of SandTo see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wildflower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.
~~William Blake~~
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Metaphors...
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Publié :23/4/2014 20h27
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 14h55 18799 vues
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This one is for Grayblue1 who re-ignited my interest in the greats!
METAPHORS
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
an elephant, a ponderous house,
a melon strolling on two tendrils,
O, red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising;
money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
boarded the train there's no getting off.
~~Sylvia Plath~~
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The Stories I Seeek To Tell
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Publié :23/4/2014 20h10
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 14h44 18713 vues
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The stories that I seek to tell,
the words sometimes elude me.
I wish there were pictures that I could paint
that could somehow help you see.
Then you might know the world I create
though it often might seem strange,
is a world of color, harmony and sound
which music can permeate.
This world of my creation
is a world of which I have dreamt.
And, yes, it’s a world created by love,
you’ll see it’s every word I’ve meant.
So sitting and writing these words today
although they might not make sense.
At least you’ll know when I speak of love
you can be sure there’s no pretense.
~~TEYJJ~~
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Born To Love
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Publié :20/4/2014 18h24
Dernière mise à jour :21/4/2014 9h48 19342 vues
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BORN TO LOVE
Love-making I never had to learn it’s a thing I know from I was born
Yes, indeed, to your every need with satisfaction always guaranteed
Ever since I was a baby boy happy ‘naany* always brought me joy
I grew up so, that’s all I know
If you’re ready to hump it, I’m ready to pump it
I was born to make love, I was born to give you ecstasy
baby don’t doubt me, anytime, anyhow you want it, you’re getting it.
With confidence and much virility I always used to jam relentlessly
But always true, I’m telling you, ever since I was born I knew just what to do
Always had a knack to do it right, fill their heart with euphoric delight
powerful, wonderful, sweet, sweet satisfaction that is their reaction.
Always in command and in control, when they dealt a hand, it must be told
Stay the course, don’t use force, just keep reminding them, “gal, who is boss?”
If you’re truly master of your trade there should be no cause to be afraid
Learn to jam, use your charm, have them captivated, leave them fascinated.
When they start to shower me with praise for livening up their nights, brightening their days,
I shout: “Ole!” for that resume’, when you have it flaunt it, what can I say
Natural talent I gain, to my defense, but now I have more skill and experience,
So I don’t hedge with the wedge, come on when you’re ready, we’ll be jammin’ steady
I was born to make love, I was born to give you ecstasy
Baby, don’t doubt me, anytime, anyhow you want it you’re getting it
I was born for complete love, discrete love, cuddle up your sweet love to me.
Come on, baby, give it to me, give it to me, come on, baby, I need your love
I need all your love, anytime anyhow you want it you’re getting it, come on, baby.
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* 'naany: (slang) n; Punanny, Pussy, Vagina.
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My marathon
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Publié :20/4/2014 18h10
Dernière mise à jour :29/4/2014 14h39 19429 vues
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Well, I'm two-thirds of my way through my marathon. It's actually more fun than I anticipated!
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