May 28, 2005
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More truthful misery on my The_Clowne_from_Clown site!
Sunday: here: 4 poems by Sophie Lucy Morgan. And on the Three_Headed_Goliaths
(now), poor Tiffy meets her ungrateful son in jail again.
The City And The Stars.
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And they all come to the city
In their vast cars
And staying at vast hotels
Paying for just one night
A chambermaid’s weekly wage.
They come to the city
For a great charity show
Dipping their hands only so far into their pocket
As if giving a tip
To a concierge
They do not particularity like.
They come to the city
To show off their wealth
And the police boss us workers about
When we are only trying to get home.
For the stars come first, meeting the President
Whilst we shiver on the metro-lines
And curse the city
And the stars.
—
Marie St. Denis
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Never knowing
What the new day will bring,
What happiness
What woe.
A new life
A new death?
We all wake up and bless the day
And yet not all of us will be there
At the end of the day.
Who know what heart may give away
What wall may fall
What water may lure.
Who knows if a car
Will travel too fast
Or who’ll forget
To look both ways.
I start my personal morning prayer
And bless those not yet born,
But I do not know
Who will die.
I pin up a church notice
And the town gossip comes around.
I visit the church hall
And arrange the chairs
Knowing that every move I take
May be my last.
I help pick up the litter
From the church yard,
Pick the flowers up
From the shop.
It may be sunny or wet or cold
But the day will begin
Pretty much the same.
It is the end of it
That I’ll never know about
As I did not that day
When I kissed you goodbye
And never thought of adding that
I love you until the day I die.
—
The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
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She was never a child,
Never allowed to be
If it got in the way
Of her working,
Or if she got in the way
Of her father’s fist.
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Lord Pineapple
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Comments (43)
Theseare wonderful, as always. I was never a child either.
“Who know what heart may give away
What wall may fall
What water may lure.”
these are the reasons why my expectations are high. You just dont know what to expect.
Lessons learned from these poems……live every day like its your last and dont take people for granted. Excellent work. You are really very prolific. Your talent is endless.
These are three of the best works I have ever read! Inspired. Lovely. [and I can't help but add, because I'm me, let not your anger kindle, 'find your way to the Cross, not to vain religion' (and still I pray) for it is clear you are like Cornelius in Scriptures - a seeker] And I am in Ohio right now, way too busy to set a post, but perhaps, good thought. We travel in a 30 foot Jayco all summer from family to family, anchoring at the local campground.
These are all very moving and I can’t decide which is best. Thanks for the all of your advice. It seems whenever I write in free verse, it is usually melodramatic and phony sounding and more often than not, completely juvenile (to me) and sometimes I see the same in other poetry I read. But never yours… and I am in awe of how you do that.
I was reading along… thrilled with the first. Oh yeah – and I’ll ask you to even imagine how “the police” themselves get bossed around during crap like that. Moved by the Rev’s poem. But then. Well, you know the things I write about. Your six lines there blew my morning away.
ryc: I’ve been rooting for losing teams long enough that I never turn it off if its a game I care about. But I was glad I was on-line with “englishjuls” (who’s in Liverpool) so we could be optimistic together.
I especially like the last one. The first line is very captivating.
-Jos-
Different poems and all great.
The children are the weak one and therefore easy to be abused.
The Reverent Tobias does have a secret love?
The last one makes me sad… but I like it, and I agree with SilverNightblood, the first line draws ya to it.
Sarah.
…a little darkness to start off my morning ; )
What’s a brolly?
A brolly is an umbrella.
leaky eyes on all three heads of these poets ~ Lord i will visit all three headed sites for i am a three hearted in my sight ~ and heart ~ always magi
Bravo! Great poetry.
ah lord if only life offered me more time to comment on your ways, the flows and ebes in your sway are truly a footnote to the glory of inspiration.
going to see the three now
It’Mor
glad you liked it:)
-Jos-
Thank you for the high compliments and as far as stars shooting themselves, I was trying to portray a universe that operated on human standards and motions. For example: The angels take coffee breaks and don’t care if they get back in time unless it’s their holy necks on the line, the clouds are cowards who won’t get too close to the sun, and the stars are suicidal and shoot themselves, literally. I was attempting to give a whole new meaning to shooting stars. Does that make any further sense?
Always so very poignant and insightful and interesting and enjoyable
Nancy
He died in Memphis
Ooh… wonderful LordP
I hope you are feeling a little better.
Take very good care of yourself, Terry
The childhood one is frighteningly touching…and the one from the rev is amazing as always…
Mm…social commentary. Keep it copasetic. Peace.
I have said it all about your poetry, I cannot say it all again, just keep on writing .I will have to look the Goliaths up next time round mcheers Marj
‘The city and the stars’ is my favorite of these. It reminds me of NYC.
Always poignant. I love reading Rev. Toby, and wish he would make some rounds with you some time, commenting as you go. Be great to hear from him.
Yeah, Marie… I hear you.
Jim
Liked the second poem. I like how the stanzas come inbetween every two or three lines. Cool stuff!
What interesting writes, i really enjoyed them. You have a fantastic way with words.
Ash
i can always count on u for a good read thanx
Thanks…it’s nice to know that I am a likeable person…and Winchester is a smallish city in my home state.
I am amazed at your talent, in awe of your work, and inspired from your beautiful heart. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
She was never a child,
Never allowed to be
If it got in the way
Of her working,
Or if she got in the way
Of her father’s fist.
These lines brought tears to my eyes….I can so identify….
Thanks for your words of wisdom in my comments…unfortunately the Xanga bug also does a great job in silencing people too. lol
Well, if we don’t try to live life, how are we going to know whether we like it or not. Maybe yes, maybe no. You got to get out there and at least try.
i have no need to delete nor block. i truly respect Your right to believe as You believe. In the end what matters is how we treat one another- nothing else. May You enjoy a peaceful day and weekend. Thank You for stopping by. Again peace be with You
Love
Mara
i like the first one but identify with the second one… not the hitting but the feelings it evoked kind of remind me of the feelings evoked when my dad is doing his thing… like he’s still doing today…
i guess us kids have to grow up and go our separate ways and try and look past the fact that our parents are disappointed in us at times… mine just gets t-d off so much about little things it’s insane.
“She was never a child,
Never allowed to be”
im running out of words for your creations.
under a new name,
(her_statuesque)
All of these poignant, heartfelt. Rev Tobias seems as if he could be the one sung about in ‘Eleanor Rigby’ some days.
~Thoughts through the looking glass~
Hope your stars are having a great day!
Karolyn @-}-}-
beautiful
beautiful
I was astonished to see some of the emotion in me as I read your pieces this early morning. It’s almost weird that a few words can stir tears or rage – and then a smile amidst them.
Your haiku were nothing short of brilliant. I read it and realize I am a silly dilletante and your really are a master.
And lastly, thank you for the comment. It was one of the nicest things you could have ever said.
I love the questions in never knowing…
With all the sadness in the world, could heaven be a place where sadness is not allowed? I am back, I am rejuvenated, and I am grateful for your support. May the bird of paradise miss when he tries to poop on your dinner.
Thank you for your sweet comment about my haiku! This site is wonderful! I’ve never seen it before, but you can bet I’ll be a regular now that I know about you!