November 3, 2004
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Could we have asked for more out of life
Could we have demanded more?
Could there have been fruit growing among the rocks
Wine flowing in the water
Words among the screams?
It’s too late now,
The train has gone from the desert
The eye has gone from the mighty head.
They are coming for us
To silence our footsteps,
To end our voices of love.
They have already taken the children,
We could hear them crying among the gunfire,
Now it is our turn, and for what?
Because we defied America?
—
Jacques du Lumérie
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Another Daft Poem Wrote In Florence Park, Oxford.
They say that god counts all the leaves
That’s fallen from all the trees,
I’m sure that’s right
Cos he amn’t bothered about us humans.
Perhaps that is him now
That old man with the spike
Slowly moving across the park
With his litter-truck.
Perhaps I should count all the leaves
(There must be quite a few
Fallen from this line of chestnut trees
So I could start here.)
Then perhaps god will find a bit of time
To save the murdered children
Or perhaps the great fool in the sky
Will just join those other time-wasters
Us Xanga bloggers.
Which one of you is God?
—
Lord Pineapple
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big old crow
on big old tree
i’m sure you crow
just for me
i’m sure your screech
on this cold day
will suddenly stop
if i went away
silly old crow
on that tree
i’m sure you crow
just for me
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, (aged nine)
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Comments (36)
(a stupid rant!)
Hurray for redneck America!
hurray for a more than trillion $ deficit!
hurray for Halliburton shareholders!
hurray for men and women dieing for a cause not their own!
hurray hurray I say!
for I no longer wish to stay
in this country of self-indulgent idiots!
america defies itself and will crumble upon itself, you dont even need terrorism for that now, just watch america become bankrupt and become completely ruled by corporations!
ill get my ship engineers license and sail overseas and write, thats all i can do, and perhaps meet fellow poets worldwide
John
what are people asking for? what do they want? what did the people in the desert want? the murdered and crying children…
the crow that screeches for you will be heard by others but not always known or acknowledged the same way you respond to it..
I only know this: God may be a blogger, but it sure ain’t me.
The beautiful words of a child. Thanks for sharing them with us!
nice. the first two are pretty powerful, and the third is pretty impressive for a nine year old. in the second one, is amn’t supposed to be ain’t, or is that deliberate? thanks for sharing the poems.
No amn’t is a good old Irish word!
Thank you. I think of myself as practical and commonsensical. Clever is too generous a word. I just like to think I have a firm grasp of what is right and wrong, moral and amoral…etc etc.
You, sir, are clever.
Blah blah blah blah … that is all I have to say.
And … as for not understanding comments … do they HAVE to be understood all the time. Can they not just let it permeate their mind like the taste of a sucker … Comment whores the lot of them …
I am a whore so I know full well … I can smell my own kind!
I am not god, but I should be. The world would be much cooler.
I think the crow was seranading her. Make sense to me.
Thanks for your nice comments. It is always very cool to hear from you.
I am glad to keep you on your toes. Life is a dance … you never know what will come off!
You are such fun dear … that I think will do a little shimmy now!
*sigh* its poems like those that make me ashamed to be american…if god were a xanga blogger, im sure he would disguise himself as Lord of the Sacred Pineapples…*hint hint*
Church?? no sir, I’m curious to know what made you think that. t’was a show.
a bar in the chruch…..haa haa I can see that now
hi :wan smile:) – especially that first poem, depressing, ain’t it?
LP–I’m sorry to say that some of us were not enough of us to change your first poem. I am not God…a goddess maybe…
Haha I don’t think I called you a drama queen…*raises eyebrows wondering if she’s been talking in her sleep again.*
~V
my poetry is under http://www.xanga.com/dasnacktegesicht, not rainrose.
I post about once a week. I would post more, but I can’t seem to write. I’ll see something and start to put down lines and it just trails off into crap. It not that I don’t have anything to say, I just can’t find the right voice or point of view to tell it from. Usually I’m writing at night when I’m exhausted or in the middle of class in odd moments so I don’t have time to concentrate on it either.
I think what I love most about your poems is your distinct voices. Sophie for example, the sweetie, I could never dislike as I sometimes do Jacques du Lumerie. Even then, I like to learn about what people (even if they’re characters) think and believe despite my own beliefs.
Love the big old crow!
My bubbles make me dizzy…I am going to change my background once a day for several days and I want all my friends to vote!!!
What is the feeling over there about our election?
I think you might be right. About that creative juice.
lisa
I enjoy reading your poetry very much. I don’t know what it says about me that I nearly always prefer “Sophie’s” poems the best. That one caught my eye today because I ahve recently been noticing quite a lot of crows around here, where there never used to be any, and they are very large birds, and a little scary. They fly away very reluctantly, as though they are just waiting for the day…
Comments for the poems and Three headed Sarah post.
You write perfect poems from a imperfect life. Techically it’s suppose make life more pleasant. But it really doesn’t. Yet we continue on.
You continue to mesmerize my sense of poetry. Lovely works as usual.
I feel like throwing up.
I’m so sad that more than half of the people from the USA could be so blind.
How come they didn’t consider everything Bush made them (and many other countries) go through with his decisions from the past four years?
Great poems!
Who was it said: “God is the eternal child in an eternal garden, playing an eternal game”??
But I think God was that big roar one missed in one’s sleep~it was the sound of Divinity run screaming into the Universal Night~~
I am pleased to admire your fine Poetry once again this day~
In Light and Shadow~Peace~
I adore Sophie’s poetry. Of course, I also like her choice of subjects.
Thanks for subbing!
We could have asked for more; got more, but we didn’t.
Yes, Sophie, the crow is crowing for you! “And ask not for whom the bell tolls”
I like these very much. Especially the first two. I love the idea that God might be a man collecting garbage…. there is a song called “What if God were one of us.” My best friend who is a member of the Church of Christ thinks the song is horrible and disgusting and foul. I think the song is brilliant. I do not read the bible. I don’t need to read it to be a better person. I do not have perfectly formed opinions as to what God might be or look like, what forms it might take on. I will never understand Divinity. I can barely understand myself. But I believe we all have a piece of God inside of us. Yes, which one of us is God? Perhaps God reads Xanga blogs. Perhaps God inhabits things at will. Perhaps God is a non-partisan force and there is truly no such thing as good or evil. Perhaps.
So true the first one. What a mess…
When the big power machine goes,crashes kids and adults, good or bad people, nothing stops that machine. But we will still defy that.
I did too count the leaves but I never count more than two.
Old crow on a old tree speaks wise words only for the ones who listen to her.
It is my opinion (and only an opinion) that we are all part of God…he is in all of us and he wants it that way…many huggs dear friend…Sassy
nice offerings today i liked sophie in particular see i collected the feathers off of that bird and wrapped a sacred text in them i was just looking at them i must have a trunk full i know why spohie loves the crow so i can relate to her and also to a rose growing out of a rock ouch that hurt have a nice day Lord magi sometimes the crow has two black eyes hahaha when he is an outlaw magi
All I can say is I must be living in a different world than most of you and I really don’t feel the inadequasies of senility but from what I am reading, the affliction must be there.
great write……
“the great fool in the sky…” Sweet!