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Oranges

When one wakes in the night
despite sleeping pills, white
noise machines, orthopedic
pillows, and thinks of oranges

--such sweetness-- there it is,
that orange, floating brilliantly
in this dim room -- and all
the things that one must make sense

of -- Nehru jackets, bouffant
hairdos, threatening French
nails -- your attachment to top-
less bars, those artificial orbs,

that tooty fruity booze -- all
this demanding explication
in the swooney night with its
train whistles and sock-it-to-me

buzz, love, American style, the ed-
ification of this planet's turn to
darkness, the rebellious suicide
of the sun, the sweetness of

oranges -- where is Lawrence
of Arabia when you need him
to peel this open, to hand you,
one-by-one, these white-veined

crescents, dripping with light?

-Sharon Brogan

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The Blue Bed

I sleep on a high blue bed
between clouded mountains.
I am growing a new brain.
This one will be sparkly
and fine; it will float
in the fluid of compassion.

I sleep flanked by two fine
dogs on a high blue bed
between brushed green
cotton and purple flannel.
I am growing a new heart.
It will beat to the rhythm
of dreams.

Who is it that wakes in the
mornings on a high blue bed
in this bowl of thick cloud?
Is the waker fashioned from
this real, or this imagined,
world?

- Sharon Brogan

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Seeking Systematic Satisfaction?

Resist your reason; embrace entropy.

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Merry St. Distaff's Day and 2014

St. Distaff's Day
by Robert Herrick (1591=1674)

Partly work and partly play
You must on St. Distaff's Day:
From the plough soon free your team;
Then come home and fother them
If the maids a-spinning go
Burn the flax and fire the tow.
Bring in pails of water then,
Let the maids bewash the men.
Give St. Distaff all the right;
Then bid Christmas sport good night
And next morrow every one
To his own vocation

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Poetry to my ears...

THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!
THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!

I hope to hear it my time

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40° 45' 21.7944" N, 73° 59' 13.0236" W
Joined: Jun 13 2007
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...and there I was all curled up
in a song, remembering the words
I had etched on paper from a
summer writing I had done about
what I had done. So for sport,
today I'll type what I read...so
you can read it too.

I slipped a rolling paper from
the pack. I gently wiped the
sweat from my sweaty brow and
laid it to dry. I had some tobacco
on a tray and I spit at it for
as thou it were a blessing on it.
The dried roses in the vase had
many a thorn, I snapped one off.
I pricked my skin, like a diabetic,
to bring blood across the external
threshold that keeps me. As the
blood revealed itself I dragged the
rolling paper into it and it turned
red in spots, then, placed it to
dry. I took some time to think...
as thinking is to be. I thought
about how I was just near dead so
near dead, it was close enough to...
um yeah, I thought of good and I
thought of bad, I thought of my
favorite people that lay dead and
all the skin, unable to be. My
blue eyes filled with silky tears
I did not think but then I knew
cry into the tobacco and let it
dry. I returned hours later after
being participatory in breathing.

There was a moment to never before;
having just arrived. I picked up the
skin of now ten thousand chuckles and
bent it. I was inside and outside of
me and going to beat death one more time!

I pinched and put and winced my eye as
I rolled a cannon to point to the sky.
It was handcrafted and unique and no
one around (so to think). I evened it
out and twisted it up and with a special
kinda lick then made it stick.

To bring this one to life I had to get
my 40th Anniversary BIC lighter to bring
the flame with one special light.
I tipped up and in festive supplication
pointed it to the sky then woosh it lit.
( insert high cheeky grin). Then next
round of thoughts were so jokingly serious.

I can't forget Willie on this one so,
yeah---one for Willie!

I was take back to Rothbury when we smoked
the roses from the World Peace Roses before
the Dead started. The remorse intact that
Willie Nelson didn't get his Roses from the
World Peace Mandela Sands. I gave them to
My Uncle who was one of Willie's best fans
and he had them with him to his dying day.
My Uncle is still one of the greatest men I
have ever known. My Aunt will not let us
smoke him however. My love for him was in
those tears, he's in. I have so many beautiful
gifts to remind me of his love, we will be
forever together in spirit. He loved to smoke
Camel's til they cost ten bucks a pack in NY.

I inhaled again, sweet and tasty was I. I
exhaled and laughed with silliness; it was
innocent and robust. As I went for another
hit, I knew I had smoked myself, and that
I indeed...was good, xo!

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. . .

Rowing Gently

I'm rowing gently down the stream
They say that life is but a dream
But where the walls come closing in
That's where the rapids begin

I feel the rushing of the stream
I hear the laughter and the screams
So hold on tight for the ride
We'll make it to the other side

I'm walking gently up the trail
Into a land of fairy-tales
A grizzly bear hands me a flower
While pointing to the Rocky towers

The trail leads up onto a Table
Where people gather telling fables
Pilgrims singing nature's song
With the Grand One looking on

Singing, I believe in your Love
I believe it's enough
Be it easy or tough
I believe in your Love

I sail a board upon the sea
The wind has come to set me free
And as I dance upon the waves
Thanksgiving washes over me

And suddenly I want to sing
I feel the wind beneath my wings
While gravity is letting go
I get the feeling that you know

That I believe in your Love
I believe it's enough
Be it easy or tough
I believe in your Love

I'm rowing gently down the stream

V1-Am-C-G-F
V2-Dm-Am-Em-F
Chorus-C-G-F

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I Met A Meta Haiku

A formal poem
Whose seasoned lines signify
Short attention span

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a rocker

Make It Count

hot summer nights
cold winter days
sometimes I got to go out
get up above all the haze
go sliding down mountains
or floating down streams
maybe fall from the sky
through a sea of dreams

it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
so make it count

we're out on the field
playing the game
waiting for the deal
the cards are never the same
the clock is running on empty
it's hail mary time
fly with me to the end-zone
where everything is all-right

it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
let's make it count

I'd like to go back
to where it all began
kids on a slide
playing in the sand
down by the boardwalk
memories in hand
a tower has risen
celebrations are planned
and I want to be there
when it's time for the fair
dancing for freedom
wave your hands in the air

it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
it's a once in a lifetime day today
go make it count

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smell a rose with
dew dripping on red petals
open sun rises

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