Karen
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Post by Karen on Dec 20, 2003 15:20:18 GMT -5
Wow Brian, Those poems were really good & very touching; how deep some of those versus were. You're a real good poet, Brian; they obviously come from the heart. Keep up the great work. Your #1 Fan, Karen
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Post by TimBlackstone on Dec 22, 2003 23:53:50 GMT -5
Hey Brian! Your work flows very smoothly Dont be reluctant about sharing it; all us writers have to share! Some stuff we write for ourselves, as I have some prose I will never share because its DEEPLY personal. However there is that work that is not, and you just got to let it flow! In my observations all writing is beautiful in its own unique way, and it takes someone with a negative opinion to make it ugly Thats why I REALY dislike movie critics.... Ebert and Roper? LOL They are like... Well.... LOL You all know LOL!!!!
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Post by Brian on Dec 26, 2003 2:29:48 GMT -5
Sometimes words just can not replace the delight of a presence.
SHAPES IN WATER
I dream a blue and horizon sky lines of ocean, and my arm around your skin. I dream an exotic kiss in a floating , magic place. Lines of green and sea and always you.
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Post by Brian on Dec 26, 2003 2:45:17 GMT -5
I met this old man in a small cove on an island just off the coast of Newfoundland. He had been a fisherman all his life.There were three or four abandoned houses still standing around the very rugged shoreline, and no road - just a small path.
CECIL DIAMOND
"She's been gone twenty-two years". But not dead. He sits in the cove sun working on slowly with his scraper, paint from his tired dory lifting, breaking, clinging to the wrinkled wood. He wears the soft pain of his fate. "Lonesome, never lonely"' he says. "Come in, I'll tell ye."
"She took my babies." Old Cecil, rubbing his hands together, sitting on his day-bed, squeezing the memory of his wife through each day of the last twenty-two years. His sons were gone one night. They were the last family in this old cove. She left with a newer lover. He and his boat have been alone.
"She'll probably go to hell for what she did." He never raised his hand, couldn't follow the brutality, longed for an old life. His anger turned to confusion, he still looks for a reason.
Flakes of paint, chipped from the hull of his old dory, cling to him and he rubs them away. They fall from his clothes as his wife falls forever like a veil over his eyes.
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Dec 26, 2003 15:51:46 GMT -5
Great Poems, Brian, Wow, they are really touching poems; they are deep. They also make you think & wonder about all kinds of things; Brian, these are really great poems.
Your #1 Fan, Karen
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Post by DORO on Dec 27, 2003 18:31:14 GMT -5
....sometimes your immagination creates a picture to visualize an emotion.... mine is different.... I dream a long long road we travel road - horizon - sky, an endless band two travellers lost, strayed, haphazard... I feel affinity I dream intimacy I see strange togetherness I am not missed - but miss you much D. Sometimes words just can not replace the delight of a presence. SHAPES IN WATER I dream a blue and horizon sky lines of ocean, and my arm around your skin. I dream an exotic kiss in a floating , magic place. Lines of green and sea and always you.
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Post by Brian on Dec 28, 2003 6:03:07 GMT -5
Boy, I hope I am not getting too long winded about all this.
AFTER THE END
The long world, the old world The cold world. Too long ago, born in tears, Shell breaking from shell. Shell shedding shell, Life shedding life, Birth shedding birth.
Across the backs Under the bellies Catching the eye Holding the hand Hand holding hand. Surprised we stand, Shedding surprise.
Love is born in comfort, Is grown only In the soft soil of peace. War in our war Breeds no love. Love can not be fought for.
The long love, the old love The cold love. Too soon ago, born in peace, Peace breaking from peace, Peace shedding peace, Love shedding love, Life shedding life Worlds shedding worlds.
OK, it is getting late. This is about a guy I knew - Jeff. A writer.We would wander toghther.
NIGHT CLUB
I saw you last night. You, in curls of boozy smoke, In a cover of clanging bar-flies, Hunting over the top of your glass, Steaming ice in your nostrils, Games of booze in your mouth, Hiding all your right moves, Trying not to let the girls with hands all lap-folded put their legs around you... trying not to wet their faces with your reluctant tongue, Trying to keep them away with your innocent seductions. I saw you throw your soft fence in every drink. I noticed you couldn't help it. It was almost impossible for you to fight. You were the brave soldier of sex. I saw it. Lust cloaked you, the soft war possessed you, And you could not see yourself, the cloak is that thick. The corners rounded, Walls vanished. And just when there was no place left to hide You left.
I heard the back of your head. Going down the stairs it shouted back at us."What a lovely struggle, I must do it again, always." I saw you last night. I remembered I'd seen you before.
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Dec 28, 2003 17:01:12 GMT -5
Wow, Brian, Those poems are good; real deep & touching. **My heart almost stopped when reading it; I need a kleenex** Keep up the great work & poems; they're really good & very touching.
Your #1 Fan, Karen
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Post by Brian on Jan 5, 2004 4:09:45 GMT -5
Sometimes the IDEA of separation, of being at a distance, and feeling that strong longing can be so stimulating, that you might imagine being separated from someone that you invent or imagine. Or perhaps you might feel a distance from someone who is in the very room with you, but with whom you feel a connection slipping away.
SHAPES IN SMOKE
We walk in heavy rain, holding hands against the sky. You turn and hold my arm around you for no reason you can say, and put your head beneath my chin. It's a dream I have.
I see you leap into the air, a smile across the ocean behind you, hair streaming toward the blue sky. joy between your heels. I've see that. It hangs somewhere.
Sadness bursting into your pillow, shoulders shaking my hand away, and me, a clown that can do no smiles. I have that photograph, too.
You asleep and who knows where, and me, little messages beating on your window, seeing you inside, the rain on your face, in the air with your heels, in the pillow with your tears, walking and leaping and bursting in oceans and skies and never near enough.
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Post by Thomas on Jan 5, 2004 10:33:51 GMT -5
Brian, that was really amazing. Thank you. Do you have any books of poetry out there?
Tom
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 5, 2004 19:46:32 GMT -5
Positively beautiful
;DBebop
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Jan 6, 2004 2:12:18 GMT -5
Brian, Absolutely, beautiful & wonderful; that poem really makes you think. Please do some more poems like that. Your #1 Fan, Karen
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Post by Brian on Jan 7, 2004 17:22:44 GMT -5
I am beginning to see that , in some ways I am obsessed with ideas of separation between people and within individuals. Distance, for, me is not just something external, or needing an outward movement.
SHAPES IN AIR
And I wait. I flow a slow wave filled dream. I stand log-still, shore bound, longing for that wicked and strong tide, that rip tide, that too far and dangerous tide, and, standing, hoping it never comes. And I wait for you.
In skies and deserts I have waited for you. I wait for you now. Short snow in long winter, I wait for you. Long night in short sleep I wait for you.
Just a tide away, Just a sky away, Just a dream away. And I wait.
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Thomas
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Post by Thomas on Jan 7, 2004 23:50:49 GMT -5
Beautiful.
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