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Friday, February 06, 2004
Stick Poet Top 5 Blogs of the Week
It's Friday and I am on time - hooray!
No. 5 Ivy Is Here [First time on the list]
No. 4 One Good Bumblebee [Also No. 4 last week]
No. 3 The Poetry Hut [Also No. 3 last week]
No. 2The Chatelaine's Poetics [Last week's No. 1 on the list]
No. 1 Awake At Dawn on Someone's Couch [First time even on the list]
No. 5 Ivy Is Here [First time on the list]
No. 4 One Good Bumblebee [Also No. 4 last week]
No. 3 The Poetry Hut [Also No. 3 last week]
No. 2The Chatelaine's Poetics [Last week's No. 1 on the list]
No. 1 Awake At Dawn on Someone's Couch [First time even on the list]
Thursday, February 05, 2004
No One Listening
The glum will surely fade
and I, I can taste the grape exalted
to its supreme perfection
dry and with a hint of oak.
I want to dance
though my feet have no special steps
I want to shout though I have nothing distinguished to say
but only a desire to be heard.
And you, like so many others look at me and wonder.
It is the water passing swiftly in the narrow stream that
travels so far with so little,
And I look inward and see in myself a raindrop that wishes
beyond all hope to travel half as far in my quest. Sometimes
the desire is far greater than purpose. Then I too wonder
is there something missing? Is that why no one is listening?
I build a fire out of doubts and questions and douse it with
the enthusiasm that seems misplaced. I have no need for it.
At least I will be warm.
and I, I can taste the grape exalted
to its supreme perfection
dry and with a hint of oak.
I want to dance
though my feet have no special steps
I want to shout though I have nothing distinguished to say
but only a desire to be heard.
And you, like so many others look at me and wonder.
It is the water passing swiftly in the narrow stream that
travels so far with so little,
And I look inward and see in myself a raindrop that wishes
beyond all hope to travel half as far in my quest. Sometimes
the desire is far greater than purpose. Then I too wonder
is there something missing? Is that why no one is listening?
I build a fire out of doubts and questions and douse it with
the enthusiasm that seems misplaced. I have no need for it.
At least I will be warm.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
"Free The People"
"Free the people." he said
and took a walk along the shore.
Too many black clouds
and the hatchet men.
Oh you say we must provide affordable health care
by eliminating lawsuits that hurt good doctors...
but good medicine is the best remedy for eliminating lawsuits.
"Free the people." he said as he drove the truck into town.
Too much at stake
too many out of work.
You say we are at war with terrorism.
Why do you terrorize us?
"Free the people." He said to the teacher
as he left his daughter at the school playground.
You read to a class and tell us to leave no child behind.
Then pile a debt to leave behind for the children.
"Free the people" He said to his neighbor
standing in line at the polls.
The neighbor nodded.
and took a walk along the shore.
Too many black clouds
and the hatchet men.
Oh you say we must provide affordable health care
by eliminating lawsuits that hurt good doctors...
but good medicine is the best remedy for eliminating lawsuits.
"Free the people." he said as he drove the truck into town.
Too much at stake
too many out of work.
You say we are at war with terrorism.
Why do you terrorize us?
"Free the people." He said to the teacher
as he left his daughter at the school playground.
You read to a class and tell us to leave no child behind.
Then pile a debt to leave behind for the children.
"Free the people" He said to his neighbor
standing in line at the polls.
The neighbor nodded.
Minute Memo
EILEEN TABIOS, one of this past week's Stick Poet Top Five will not blog for the rest of the week as she is leaving for New York where as she puts it, "I'll be creating mischief."
Actually I believe that mischief will come in the form of poetry readings. Best wishes to her in the Big Apple!
Jilly why NASA hasn't got at least 512MB. Good question!
Actually I believe that mischief will come in the form of poetry readings. Best wishes to her in the Big Apple!
Jilly why NASA hasn't got at least 512MB. Good question!
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
No Women Need Apply
"Keep Women Out" I heard him say
and then he went off to play.
What's Gregory fear of the little dears...
That they may actually play up to par?
and then he went off to play.
What's Gregory fear of the little dears...
That they may actually play up to par?
Monday, February 02, 2004
Monday Madness
Weather sucks here in river city... but not bad enough to shut down work.
I mentioned this weekend that Love During Wartime has a new look. Let me go a step further and say that it agrees with me. I think it is a real improvement.
The second issue of Plum Ruby Review is posted. I have not had a chance to read it yet... but hope to maybe later today.
Poetry in the air... Thanks to Laurable for this find.
I mentioned this weekend that Love During Wartime has a new look. Let me go a step further and say that it agrees with me. I think it is a real improvement.
The second issue of Plum Ruby Review is posted. I have not had a chance to read it yet... but hope to maybe later today.
Poetry in the air... Thanks to Laurable for this find.
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