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A poemA poemA poem 06/22/2005 01:50 AM Spring A maple leaf as flat as an open palm and cold with rain leaned over and slapped me as I walked on the sidewalk. The advantage is mine: I have evolved thumbs and vengeance. [Technorati tags: poetry humor]... This is a GrokNews Entry: (what is grok?)A poemGrok Headline matches for A poemBest poem everBest poem ever 03/06/2004 01:49 AM This week's the New Yorker is off to a great start. Not only have I really enjoyed what I've read of the Mayor Bloomberg profile, but John Updike's poem, Due t On Mars, is the best poem I've read in a long time. "Poem On Your Blog Day""Poem On Your Blog Day" 05/02/2004 09:08 PM Cyberstream PoemCyberstream Poem 05/03/2004 05:16 AM Poem in the cyberstream Still trying to figure this one out. Get A Google PoemGet A Google Poem 08/20/2004 06:52 AM Get A Google Poem Poem On Your Blog DayPoem On Your Blog Day 04/30/2004 07:53 AM To commemorate the end of National Poetry Month, today is Poem In Your Pocket Day. And for us ItarWebby types, it's also Poem On Your Blog Day. via Sharon at Watermark Poem In Your PocketPoem In Your Pocket 05/01/2004 09:04 AM National Poetry Month is wrapping up .. goddam Poem on Your Blog day home.nyc.gov/html/poem/html/about/home.html I small poem in JScriptI small poem in JScript 07/12/2004 02:15 PM Berend-Jan Wever (Jul 11 2004) Hot Sapphic Love (poem)Hot Sapphic Love (poem) 06/24/2005 04:49 PM New Sappho poem found. Combining a Cologne University fragment found in the cartonnage of an Egpytian mummy with a fragment from Oxyrhyn chus has allowed the reconstruction of Sappho's fourth poem. The Oxyrhynchus papyri have been much in the news lately, what with the discovery of the earliest fragment of Revelations to give the number of the beast as 616 and the publication of several lines from Sophocles' lost tragedy The Progeny (scroll down). Infra-red imaging techniques may not be sexy, but Sappho sure is. After all, Plato said she was worthy of being considered not only as a poet but as a muse. Sappho herself is a palimpsest< /a> or a sort of cypher. We know next to nothing about her -- including whether she was lesbian or not. One thing's for sure: she almost certainly wasn't a schoo lmistress. { a burst of light }: Poem On Your Blog
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 ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (though Anita’s convinced there are mouses around and in every room of our house they abound so Dave’s hammered up boards near the slightest of sound and he’s left to believe there are none to be found). The reruns of “Santa Clause”, “Frosty” and “Scrooge” Were blaring away on our TV screen huge, And Chelsea was barking away in her sleep With visions of chasing alpacas and sheep; Anita was laughing in midst of her dreams (She was Santa with eight naked sleigh-men, in teams). While Dave was still wrapping her presents at two With the leftover paper, in orange and blue (‘Cause the red, white and green wrap goes fastest, it’s true And the ribbon’s all gone, so what else can you do?) When all of a sudden there rose such a clatter He ran to the door to see what was the matter When what to his wondrous eyes should appear But a man, with a wolf, and coyotes and deer! Dave thought for a moment he’d tuned in “Due South” (But there wasn’t a Mountie, or sidekick with mouth) Just a strange little man with these creatures so wild In the dark of the night of the birth of the Child. The creatures all sparkled (the full moon aglow Reflected the white of the new-fallen snow) “Seeking room at the inn?” Dave cried out to them all “Not at all” said the man, “We have no time to stall: We are sending a message to those who can see That the secret of life is in sensing the glee In the moment, in nature, when everything’s still Just a moment like this, here and now, on this hill, And you just stand and look, smell, taste, touch, pause and hear; It’s the same for a man, and a wolf, and a deer. Though the end of the planet is possibly near When you’re one with the world there is nothing to fear: You are part of the dance of the ages above And all that it takes to partake is the love Of yourself and your wife and your kids and your dog And the moon and the stars, and the rain and the fog, And the land and the air and the sea and the sun, And the sense of the truth that combines them as One. So get out of yourself and of being apart You are part of the science and part of the art That connects all of us in the head and the heart. You have put so much work in your trial to survive You’ve forgotten the feeling of being alive, So let go of yourself, and your sorrow and grief And shower the ones that you love with belief That life is too short to regret and delay: You must live for the moment and live day to day Like my friends the coyotes, the wolves and the deer— They sense in their hearts that their death is too near But the joy of the moment transcends all the fear— They can see! They can feel! They can smell! They can hear! They’re alive in a way you’ve forgotten to be And they’re happy, connected, united, and free. So when you awake Christmas morn don’t be coy: Spread the word, spread the warmth, spread the love, spread the joy! Say: I love you and Thank you, you’re one of a kind, Say You’re wonderful, special and No, I don’t mind. And then in a glimmer of moonlight they’d gone And David returned to the house with a yawn And slept with the thoughts of the words that they’d spoke But would he remember those words, when he woke…? (no post tomorrow -- Merry Christmas everyone -- back Boxing Day) |
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