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18 Dec 12

Anyone write any stuff? Want to share? You first.

Walk your Faith

USA

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23 Dec 12

Originally posted by FMF
Anyone write any stuff? Want to share? You first.
Ramie's day
Conceived in covenant.
Formed by mighty hands in the darkness.
A hope for a life of giggles and smiles, of laughter and joy, story telling, and wonder.
What joy and wonder as she arrives, little hands and feet, a smile so sweet.
With pain and sorrow a troubled heart, a year, a week, a day or two.
Now she is on streets of gold. In the nail pierced hands.
No pain or sorrow can touch her now.
She waits with him for others coming.
A hope for a life of giggles and smiles, of laughter and joy, story telling, and wonder.


I wrote this.
Kelly

Boston Lad

USA

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25 Dec 12

“Never In The Eye”

Beauty was never in the eye
of the beholder,
much rather if anywhere
in the mind’s eye of the beheld.

And a thing of beauty
was never a joy,
nor forever
but unappreciated and transient.

And the root of all evil
was never money
but the love of it,
Mammon, the servant and footman
of the unrequited.

Neither is hell denied
its fury, nor a woman
ignored or deceived
who prefers
not to be scorned.

And a female is not a woman,
nor a woman a lady
and young girls
rape their own futures
in the early sun.

And a boy is not a man
before his mother.
Furniture is seldom if ever
made in the woods.

And having a pleasant day
is less pleasant
than outright possession
of the unpleasant truth.

No, my kinsman,
the common wisdom is too common.
Though less fragile
it survives.

Neither is all well
that appears to end well,
if held together subjectively
and in place with pins.

And no crass Bohemian
spilling gypsy blood for the masses
was Christ, nor Caesar

a salad, Napoleon a pastry,
nor the Duchess of Marlborough
some new cigarette.

(Boston, 1980)