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Mike Edwards's picture
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primum ictum

I

For the longest while
I didn't think
I had anything to say.

Then, it occurred to me
that maybe the problem

was there was no one I

wanted to say anything
to. Now, I'm not so sure,

either way,

but I'm listening more mindfully,
and hearing words yet unspoken,

again and again,

and with such resounding clarity
at times that I am moved to write

the thoughts I think I have heard

II

Part of my reluctance,
if you could call it that,
to be my own bellringer
for the longest while,

it was decades if a day,

arises from the knowledge,
of which I am fairly certain
following years of informal
field research into the issue,

that it has indeed

all been said before, and
probably said better than
my meager poetic means
will ever come to muster.

I saw no point, then,
in being derivative,
knowing well
that was all
I would
ever
be.

III

Any self-imposed silence, I knew,
would be unoriginal. But I was no
Stoic in my having-nothing-to-say,

nor would I ever be confused
with a silently suffering saint.

Even with not a thing to say, I always
found injustices to make noise about,
if only to draw attention to my plight,

which, to my recollective secondary sight
looks as unfocused as it was unfounded,

but at the time it seemed real and imposing
enough for me to raise a serious stink about.

IV

What gives a bell its tone
is not simply the material

of which the chime is cast,

which, otherwise arranged,
would only clank or clang.

Rather, it is the void defined

by the placement of material
wherein emerges the ringing.

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Happy Gun Appreciation Day....from sea to shining sea

We do not care-
That much is clear.
Not enough
Of us care
Anywhere.
We are not wise-
For that reason
Mankind dies.
To think
Is much against
The will.
Better-
And easier-
To kill.

-langston hughes' poem "war and wisdom"

slo lettuce's picture
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Acceptance...

God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
so when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise

-langston hughes

slo lettuce's picture
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sarah williams...

"though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"

-from her beautiful poem,
"the old astronomer"

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Unity in the Mystical Body

I plead with you, then, as a
prisoner for the Lord to live a
life worthy of the calling you have
received, 2 with perfect humility,
meekness, and patience, bearing with
one another lovingly. 3 Make every
effort to preserve the unity which
has the Spirit as its origin and peace
as its binding force. 4 There is but
one body and one Spirit, just as
there is but one hope given all of you
by your call. 5 There is one Lord,
one faith, one baptism; 6 one God
and Father of all, who is over all,
and works through all, and is in all.

Ephesians 6: 1-6
NAB

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3 cheers and 5 g for john....

"i am.... a mushroom;
on whom the dew
of heaven drops
now and then."

-john ford

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a band with a website

there once was a band with a website
that lett people chat all night
with millions of topics
including philanthropics
but a motive of profit
started to make it a bad fit
and nobody named rhino could change it

we're all left to wonder
was it an IT blunder
or deadhead rhinoids with heads split asunder
that was driving their website under

in retrospect so simple
hire people who can make websites a wonder
and stop the product/commercial blunder
and you'll sell a shitload of product
happily everafter
before a bust of Jerry in alabaster plaster

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True, that

A few years ago my wife and I were walking to a theater to see Lou Reed. I slipped on the blackest of black ice, landed square on my back. It hurt, a lot. Other folks -- complete strangers -- walking down the same sidewalk stopped to make sure that I was ok, helped me up, and so on.

My wife? Barely able to stand herself...because she was laughing so hard. Apparently it was the funniest thing she's ever seen. She still talks about it. Thanks, sweetheart.

Anna rRxia's picture
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Us old geezers

Tend to have more have an intimate relationship with black ice...

Stylish, low-profile crampons, anyone?

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black ice = goin' down; feelin' bad

f*** you,
old man winter!
hope you sit
bare-assed
on a 3 inch
splinter

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