See Saw

The things I now see

aren't the things I once saw.

They don't look quite as nice

as they did when I saw.

They don't look like they're covered in silver and gold,

they look scratched, they look dull, not shiny, but old.

When I saw what I saw

things were taller than I.

Looking up at the world.

Looking down with a sigh.

I was not an old man.

just a little young boy,

looking up at the world like a shiny new toy.

I now take a deep breath,

I gaze way down low,

I look at my child,

who just seems to know,

how to laugh, and to smile

to find humor and awe.

I now see that she sees all the things I once saw.

COME TO BE SUN CENTERED

What can be done but find sunlight's center

When the wicked world has undone your life?

Can you conjure into mind tones of fife

Without finding where you are to enter?

The music lifts you from earth to find sun

Brightly drawing you inside its hot core

Protecting your wings from the evil hoard

As you soar toward serenities run.

Run full throttle, fly higher than your ties

Will let you go, beyond the pained thorn

Bearing upward, joy to hold, love born

Midst shadowed hates, floating above black skies.

What can we do but make sol surround us

And thank the stars sharing this one thus.

 

breaking the wakeful eyes ,

while laces 

engulf our feet’s

we are keen to watch

 the uncounted structures

behind us

as we change concepts

a wish we could

hide in between our memories ,

in this red hot night

 I am with you

as we plant our

bees

to sustain

the weight

in us

Egg head enquires his way to his first fix of smack     

Far in between, the threads and folds 

Of light, that's seen in dreams

Beyond the gauge of crumpled mass

The loops and twines of life's mere instant

Rising, out of spatial scale’s

Microscopic speck perspective

Angles space atomic process

Tide, solar stretches dense and depth

Tumbling, over twists and turns

Flow and splash of rhythmic pulse

Filters air and motions water

Fluid, in life’s in solid strands

Dictated by function

Irrelevant, in purpose

Defines insoluble swerves

Non-linear, in nature

Static in matter, electric, in liquid

Raising a pressure drop

Kinks a heated charge

Impacts on a point’s position

Dislocates direction

The random spill of colour

Spinning a fractal sky

Transiting a sensory overload

 

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SMOKING

BY DOROTHY FOX

I came to my room, with tears in my eyes...and choking and coughing

because ONE had to have her cigarette.

Anger was in her eyes, when I said, "I regret", but asthma is not

my choice and second hand smoking was the cause..

Please I did declare, let's clear the air...go outside if

you wish to smoke, the great outdoors is no joke and

your smoke will go up into the skies and not in our lungs.

Smoking, to all of  you who wish to smoke, is really no joke,

it is a destroyer of lungs and families and bronchial asthma

is no breeze.

So, happily I'm in my room, the air conditioner and humidifier

clears the air and I can write here at my computer... and the

smoker is out of my reach.

Let this be a message to all who read, of this one woman,  now

85, can write, type, send e-mails, in a smoke-free environment

and my wish for all people who wish to smoke, to realize that

life is no joke.

Thank you once again, for reading this and to realize, that life

is too precious to be hurt...by second hand smoke.

THE ULTIMATE WEAPON                         

                               Ben Wurtzel 

They charge at me with guns and tanks, ships, planes and all.

Although they fire and fire away my feeble body does not fall.

But not because I fire back or wear the greatest armor.

Because I hold the mightiest tool of man that can list all I ponder.

It reveals positions with words of secrecy and repels missiles with words of hope.

It’s satiric words and strengthening images can shake a snipers scope. 

The word’s of love and life it spreads fills the air and twists a jets turbine,

 And news of despair and the lack of good care it shares with the artillery line, is enough to shake the weapons from every mans bind.

The armies retreat with not a man fallen, the only blows anyone took were not launched from a cannon, but from the people and the papers they read, who now know, that a pen is the only weapon they need.

"UNDERTOW"

Merija Gilbert

strip me bare

comb my hair

throw that dress

steal my shoes

my oh my

new girl cries

jaded tears

black fears

monsters dine

on her spine

Night time hides

day divides

broken soul

black hole

fall so fast

wear a mask

plastic smile

on her dial

flies her kite

to new heights

slowly goes

with the undertow

The Plant of the Dreams

A plant border, from the window

Hour to come down I see,

Aid!

It asks to me...

A lengthened arm,

one propaggine of life, for

not to see the last page

of that history, than

infinite history could be one.

S' goffers, and dimena

From one construction...

Slowly it comes down, like

A mixer!!

Tremendous pain;

I cannot make null!

Moments infinites, like

The eternity of a dream that

It never arrives, while

Here the arrival is next

To the fine word.

Stop!!!!

This film, the plant of our dreams,

it has stopped to exist,

last ciak,

only, the buio...

hour is eternal.

TODAY'S WORLD

By:Alisha Mitha

I look out my window

With two different eyes

Through one eye called

Preference

I see:

Love in people's eyes

Affection in people's hugs

Laughter in children's smiles

Through the other eye called

Truth

I see:

People killing people

Parents turning their backs on their children

Children doing drugs

What has become of this beautiful world?

 Look and see

thy words rage within those echoes that have fallen between the cracks where tears fall...

and somehow the pain continues

where some fools find that blindness

                                       LOOK AND SEE

is it too much to ask?

                          or must fangs bare within those shadows

within that sadness

                          an angel is lost

her voice

                 silenced

                               WHY?

could it be that some refuse to see?

                                      I miss her warmth already

and all one wanted was a simple voice

                                   but now it's forever gone

and my heart is full of regret

                                 once again I ask ...WHY?

couldn't a simple kindness remain?

                                     or must those walls close in?

I may be selfish

                     but she held my hand when I needed it most

why must this path arrive beyond a blindness?

yes....

                     that need must be met.

July 5, 2005

A MOMENTARY HOPE

Wes Harrison

As he walked along the sand

The warmth was fleeting

Cold winds hit his heart intermingled with a momentary hope

He braced himself against the winds of change

Never wanting them to come, but still they raced through him

Sands blowing as if to curse him and break him down

The relentlessness of life weighing

As he looked to the sky searching it

But no answer was there

Just the beauty that’s always been

TUNES

by Spiros Zafiris

a tune arrives

and the marvel to ensue

baffles even leaves

'TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE THE BAR EXAM, AND ALL ABOUT THE HOUSE

NOT A CLEAN SQUARE WAS EVIDENT, NOT EVEN ON THE COUCH

THE BAR/BRI NOTE FOLDERS WERE SPREAD OPEN WITH  CARE

IN HOPES THAT THEIR CONTENTS WOULD PERMEATE THE AIR

 

WHILE VISIONS OF CONTRACTS AND TORTS DANCE ' ROUND YOUR HEAD

YOU SENSE  YOUR MEALTIME RESPITES LEFT  TRAILS OF CRUMBS ON THE BED

IT'S CLOSE TO DAYS END AND YOU HAVE YET TO BATHE

YOUR EYES ARE ALL BLEARY, YOU 'RE WORKING LIKE A SLAVE

 

YOU WONDER HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS PACE YOU CAN STAND

OR JUST HOW MUCH FURTHER YOUR MIND CAN EXPAND

IT'S LOADED WITH DECISIONS AND CASES ONCE TRIED

YOU FEEL AS THOUGH YOUR BRAIN HAS BEEN IRREVOCABLY FRIED

 

AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN STUDY NO MORE

A BRAND NEW RESOLVE WILL APPEAR AT YOUR DOOR

'CAUSE SON YOU'VE GOT METTLE, AND WHAT IT TAKES,  YES INDEED

YOU CAN HANDLE THIS PRESSURE AND WILL ULTIMATELY SUCCEED

 

SO DRAW IN A DEEP BREATH, THEN LET OUT A SIGH

FOR AS SURE AS AUTUMN FOLLOWS SUMMER, THESE DAYS WILL GO BY

AND JUST AS THE LITTLE ENGINE WHO SAID HE THOUGHT THAT HE COULD

YOU WILL BECOME A FINE ATTORNEY, THAT'S FOR CERTAIN (KNOCK ON WOOD)

 randi nachimow

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       (c) Jude Adebosoye Ogunade (July 19th, 2005, 5:10pm)

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THE  LAST  HARBOUR

THE  BABIES  FANCY  A  CRADLE

THE  SCHOLARS  FANCY  THE  “ U ”

THE  WOMEN  FANCY  THE  STRONG  PROTECTIVE  MEN

WHILE  THE  OLDSTERS

HELPLESS

PROCEEDING  NON ­ U ­ TURNLY  FOR

THE   LAST  HARBOUR

------  A  LOCK ­ UP

FROM  THE  EXISTING  WORLD

AWAY  FROM  BOTH  HAPPINESS

AND  SUFFERINGS --------

AND  SO

YOUNG  GUYS

A  LITTLE  DISAPPOINTMENT 

IS  NOT  THAT  BAD  AFTER  ALL