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Poetry
« on: July 30, 2018, 12:16:42 PM »

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Bart

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #1 on: July 30, 2018, 03:33:40 PM »

 the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy


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Re: Poetry
« Reply #2 on: July 30, 2018, 04:31:32 PM »

Art 
By Herman Melville
 
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.

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Salute,

Tony V.
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Cornelius II

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #3 on: August 03, 2018, 09:54:25 AM »

I Am Aged

I am aged, by common definition I suppose:
steely grey hair, fringed 'round a bald pate,
running to curls in back; I wish it were snowy white.

I get along with a cane, take Tylenol regularly,
-- arthritis is a bitch -- helped along internally now
by pacemaker and four cardiac stents.

My hearing is shot, but my eyes are still perfect,
courtesy of the cataract operation of course, but
still seeing keenly, as young as ever, reality in all its wonder.

I have lived through an Age -- of benevolent Government --
from FDR onward: New Deal, Fair Deal, Great Society;
and now see its demise, in the new administration.

So my children will live with it, my grandchildren normalize it,
as times have changed forever, and I will become
a crotchety Ancient, remembering, complaining,
fulfilling my role.

Crp
Dec 21, 2017
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #4 on: August 07, 2018, 08:13:06 PM »

The Meat in the Middle of the 8 Billion Year Thick Sandwich
with a nice glass of Malbec


“The earth” he said “is 4 billion years old”.
We sat at a table for two, with a bottle of wine,
a nice little Malbec
each with a full glass in hand.

Four billion years had passed
(all that evolution and such)
to get to that very moment.
And four billion years more,
inevitably, will follow.

We are the meat (with red wine)
In the middle
of the 8 billion year thick sandwich.

Let’s toast to that

« Last Edit: August 08, 2018, 09:40:28 PM by ffleate »
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FlyingVProd

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #5 on: September 08, 2018, 03:35:53 PM »

Passion 
by T.L. Verley 

In a fit of delusion, 
I grasped the illusion. 
I embraced the smell, color, softness, and beauty. 
I hung on not noticing the thorns, 
As the blood ran down my hands, 
And onto the ground, 
Until the roots sucked it up, 
And it was no longer feeding off of some unknown source, 
But instead it was feeding on me. 

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Here is a page with some of my poetry on it...

http://more.showfax.com/bbs2/viewtopic.php?t=5782

Salute,

Tony V.
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