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Post by Flying Horse on Aug 1, 2011 8:51:18 GMT -5
Poem of the Day: "Purgatorio" by Peter Streckfus Come to the surface of the screen with your piscine light and oxygen holes and press for moments against the page—as if seeking to pass through it. Make with the trunk of your body the third letter— in a motion move the ends of your face and caudal fin each to your right, toward each other — C. Toward the third hour on your axis— and in the same motion sweep your trunk back, tail beat pushing through the ninth hour, moving you headfirst in the new direction and off the screen— this movement follow with movement of more bodies, simultaneous, unselfconscious, aggregate— choral, co-created, a gathering of you in the mind—oscillate behind the screen like a wheel of bodies, a promenade—it we you he she— move through the water column, skins of bodies, similar, discreet—company, crowd, collection, shoal and plural movement of consciousness. Setting and set by the turbid water in motion, the new law of movement. Dissolution and coming into being. Appear as lights and images on the screen, your voices faded to an inaudible and drawn-out O! meaning here is the place we asked for!
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Post by Flying Horse on Aug 2, 2011 8:37:40 GMT -5
Poem of the Day"Pastoral" by Jennifer Chang. Something in the field is working away. Root-noise. Twig-noise. Plant of weak chlorophyll, no name for it. Something in the field has mastered distance by living too close to fences. Yellow fruit, has it pit or seeds? Stalk of wither. Grass- noise fighting weed-noise. Dirt and chant. Something in the field. Coreopsis. I did not mean to say that. Yellow petal, has it wither-gift? Has it gorgeous rash? Leaf-loss and worried sprout, its bursting art. Some- thing in the. Field fallowed and cicada. I did not mean to say. Has it roar and bloom? Has it road to follow? A thistle prick, fraught burrs, such easy attachment. Stem- and stamen-noise. Can I lime- flower? Can I chamomile? Something in the field cannot.
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Post by Royston Vasey on Aug 2, 2011 8:50:03 GMT -5
Hello Flying Horse,
So you're into poetry. That's Good. Here's something I did a few days ago -
Wishful Thinking.
'Twas in the early hours 'fore dawn That battle lines were drawn to form The way it was to be for the Rest of living memory. We Who are about to die salute Thee - faithful that a resolute Stance pays off later when, perchance, In Heaven's favour we're enhanced.
There's another - recently joined - poster called Marco-Lucco (marcolucco) here, he's into poetry too. I look forward to exchanging ideas and views with you.
Go well.
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Post by Flying Horse on Aug 2, 2011 10:21:06 GMT -5
Royston!! Welcome. :(I sometimes feel like I'm blowing smoke into the wind with my posting of favorite poems. :)I subscribe to the Academy of American Poets who email to subscribers a poem of the day with suggestions for other poems in their archive. If you've never run across them you can find them at www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/58
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Post by Flying Horse on Aug 2, 2011 10:21:51 GMT -5
There's another - recently joined - poster called Marco-Lucco (marcolucco) here, he's into poetry too. I look forward to exchanging ideas and views with you. Go well. I'll look forward toward meeting him.
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Post by a on Aug 2, 2011 10:29:07 GMT -5
"Blowing smoke in the wind." That's how I feel about politics! I may not participate but I do read your poems Peg....
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Post by Forever Sunshine on Aug 2, 2011 11:02:36 GMT -5
There's another - recently joined - poster called Marco-Lucco (marcolucco) here, he's into poetry too. I look forward to exchanging ideas and views with you. Go well. I'll look forward toward meeting him. Morning, Peg. We acquired a bunch of new posters from the UK. I created a board for them just like for you. And some are on the Religion board. You'll have to go for a stroll and meet them.
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Post by Royston Vasey on Aug 2, 2011 11:06:17 GMT -5
Hi Flying Horse,
Well, perhaps you could consider yourself an acolyte of Robert Frost's (1874–1963) -
The Road Not Taken (aka The Way Less Travelled) TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Go well.
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 11:17:27 GMT -5
Forever, I love to meet new folks.. I love to chat about different ways of others, or whats just going on in their world, however.. I left MSN to get away from the crap that was being thrown at me and Skys and some others. If those folks are here now, then I would hope and expect them all to act like adults or go back to MSN and roll in the mud with the others.... So far its been pretty peaceful here and I hope it stays that way!
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Post by Forever Sunshine on Aug 2, 2011 11:21:00 GMT -5
Rose, seriously? Shouldn't you at least go check things out before slinging stuff around? I think you're assuming way too much here before looking at what's going on.
This will always remain a peaceful place!
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Post by a on Aug 2, 2011 11:26:27 GMT -5
MSN won't have me, I've had to find a new mud pit...
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Post by Forever Sunshine on Aug 2, 2011 11:40:23 GMT -5
That's okay, IIF. MSN doesn't want me either but, more importantly, I don't want MSN! I'm quite content right here.
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 11:45:12 GMT -5
I said "IF" FS... not that they are... wasnt slinging anything...
I don't care to ever go back to MSN.. there is nothing left but trolls... I think! LOL
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Post by Forever Sunshine on Aug 2, 2011 11:51:44 GMT -5
I said "IF" FS... not that they are... wasnt slinging anything... I don't care to ever go back to MSN.. there is nothing left but trolls... I think! LOL My apologies then. I don't think anyone but the trolls want to be a part of MSN now.
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Post by jackthelad on Aug 2, 2011 11:55:18 GMT -5
A woman's poem
He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake, He said my biscuits were too hard Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked him one
Like his mother used to do.
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 11:59:20 GMT -5
I said "IF" FS... not that they are... wasnt slinging anything... I don't care to ever go back to MSN.. there is nothing left but trolls... I think! LOL My apologies then. I don't think anyone but the trolls want to be a part of MSN now. No problem. we are good. Well, then I guess the trolls got what they wished for.. but now who will troll the trolls? LOL
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 12:00:04 GMT -5
A woman's poem He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake, He said my biscuits were too hard Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked him one Like his mother used to do. LOL..Love it~
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 12:05:11 GMT -5
Wow, I now have 2 whole Karma's! LOL
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Post by txnannarose51 on Aug 2, 2011 12:06:00 GMT -5
FS, when do I get 4 stars?
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Post by a on Aug 2, 2011 12:11:56 GMT -5
There is nothing I'd like more than to go back to my little hideaway on the MSNBC Wonderful World board...
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