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Tue Feb-07-06 08:34 AM
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The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 2/7/06) |
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Why Did I Dream of You Last Night? Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window.
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: - Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.
Philip Larkin ****************************
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Tue Feb-07-06 08:39 AM
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1. A mind unleashed by the restraints of consciousness |
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can do traitorous things. :hug:
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Tue Feb-07-06 09:14 AM
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be cathartic but painful all the same revealing memories long thought forgotten.
Hope Abides Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory.
- Sri Chinmoy
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Tue Feb-07-06 08:50 PM
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Tue Feb-07-06 08:54 PM
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4. Our minds go where they want to go, when we dream. |
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Tue Feb-07-06 09:14 PM
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5. Mystery Picnic (Pt. 1 & 2) |
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Edited on Tue Feb-07-06 09:16 PM by stlsaxman
MYSTERY PICNIC Pt. 1
Scurry into the glade A pittance of acceptance Hail your new found bander-snatch glisten Fork the steak/potato/cake heaven As the wombat sneezed your prize.
Your flavor so pronouncedly subtle like grapefruit or battery acid. Your entrance like a forever blast a pointed star stuck in your eye.
Flung against the wall like a broken toy Stewing in the juices from my broken skin Is it fun to watch me lay here dancing? Is it fun to watch me lay here dancing? Is it fun to watch me lay here dancing... (by the way- feed my cat for me while I'm dead)
Pt. 2
In war and peace there is no truce Only another decides the killing "who do you live here with? no not now but in the morning, if you will." "get in there and get some clothes on- we'll pack a Mystery Picnic!" "mystery picnic?" Gone are the times that I ever wandered. Now I know better than that...
Will we remember, really? O it's a lovely night you have no idea. There's a trembling in my finger tips as I watch you sleep and you throw your arms around me....
THERE ARE LEADERS PUSHING BUTTONS! Adjacent to survival and resolve- there may not be peace if we don't work at it. No, there may not be peace IF WE DON'T WORK AT IT!
I smile envisioning you y'know you carried me for far too many miles. As the life seeped from my bones I looked up at you and said "I'll be damned..." You just smiled and shook your head and looked down at me and said- "No you won't".
Dominic Schaeffer
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