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Poetry Submissions for Week Of July 7, 2002
Topics For This Week:
YEARNING; NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAINED; and OUR OWN RED, WHITE, AND BLUE
ANNA MARIA,
LEST YOU FORGET ME
©almezzina 6/27/02
Lest you forget me, may I leave
some wherewithal for you to weave
mementos of the passing years
with laughter mixed in with the tears.
Remember my first gifts to you?
I thought they were "les beaux bijoux";
turned out they were cheap costume jew'ls
sold only to poor boobs and fools.
With weekly doles of twenty bucks,
we always went First Class Deluxe
All funded by my Uncle Sam;
52-20, thank you ma'am!
And what about the taxi cabs
and nightclubs and expensive tabs
'til that night on the Culver Line
when I asked if you would be mine.
Then: college; family; career.
So young and without any fear.
Had kids. We fought. You always won.
You were the Angel; I the Hun.
There's more to come lest we forget;
for we're not quitting; not just yet.
Whatever life is all about,
somehow, it seems, we both lucked out.
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THE COST
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
But then again,
nothing ventured, nothing lost.
Check the consequences against the cost
before tossing caution to the wind.
Burgled bank accounts
only amount to money.
Funny how saving face or feelings,
salvaging a shred of pride,
can assume a greater importance
when misplaced trust
causes belief in oneself
to self-destruct.
Louise Brogan
7/1/2
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R, W AND B PROUD
Red is for passion.
White is for purity.
Blue is for truth.
We may no longer be inviolate,
but we're impossible to dominate
because we're free.
An enslaved mind cannot begin
to comprehend the depth
of our commitment
to our right to be,
to choose who we are
and what we think
without the need for apology.
Louise Brogan
7/1/2
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YEARNING
Yearning,
that insatiable
ache in my gut,
that lump
in my throat,
barely able
to devote
token attention
to detail.
Your face floats
behind mine,
haunting my mind,
stealing my time,
denying dignity
as I plead
on my knees
for relief.
Louise Brogan
7/1/2
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America Is Our Name
Should old acquaintance be forgot?
Shall we just close the door.
Or should we remember yesterday
When many died and more?
We must look a'way beyond
today and days to come
and wonder with an urgency
what it might become.
If we ignore the evil ones
whose hatred caused such pain
to those with still a life to live
and each one had a name.
Any path that leads somewhere
has to pass today
split seconds, merely moments
transforms our yesterdays..
by those who would much evil do
mistaken minds ooze wrath
and they have forced a new design
a sad and bloody path
And so the questions we must ask
while facing such a daunting task
Should we forget Old Lang Syne
The flag, the freedoms, humankind?
Should we ignore the bastard swine
and walk away with watered spine
Or shall we stand and face our foe
with saddened bravery we must show
the knaves of cruelty who we are
and thus from whence we came
Our strengths ring loud, the message clear
America is our name...
© vrd12/28/2001
Jenny91638@aol.com
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Field of Dreams
My field of dreams
is not so wide
since September when
so many died
I used to feel
safe
and secure
but now who knows
what we'll endure
America,
land of the free
my vision narrows
to what could be
if we let men(sic)
like Bin Laden rule
our freedom threatened
by those named cruel
Life has changed
forevermore
no fields
no dreams
Trust is no more
Armed guards patrol
and we know why
Suspicion looms
in every eye
My field of dreams
may not be wide
but I remember who
we are and why
Americans,
yesterday and still
and I shall fight with all my will
to keep that thought
that life alive
And never let
our freedom die.
© vrd12/16/2001
Jenny91638@aol.com
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OUR OWN RED, WHITE AND BLUE
Three of my favorite colors; Red, White and Blue
Red for passion and power, White for purity and spirit
Blue to surround with tranquility and peace
Combine them for my life and all that's in it
Taken for granted they waved in the air
Until last September when it seemed the earth shook
Waking us up to the threats, no longer unaware
We had to retrieve our courage from its nook
Today I will say a prayer for the tranquil field of blue
I will be thankful for the peaceful stars of white
But as for the stripes of red, I remember the blood they drew
And have stirred with passion our power and might
We are not perfect, our system has many flaws
And only God knows what events may ensue
But in my heart I know it is the best place on this earth
And will cherish forever OUR OWN RED, WHITE AND BLUE
Kerry
7-4-02
(ADLEBLANC)
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NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAINED
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Who said it first I do not know
But truer words I have never heard
I am living proof to show
That in spite of the sorrows
And in spite of the woes
My ventures have seen me through
All the yesterdays turned to tomorrows
That are the today that finds me with you
Kerry
7-4-02
(ADLEBLANC)
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YEARNING
It is in my heart and flows hot in my blood
Makes me feel alive with passions burning
It is in my mind, you will see it in my eyes
All the desires ever turning
It is in my soul, you will feel it near or far
If you are the one that it is concerning
It is a part of me and fuel for my life's fire
This unstoppable, insatiable yearning.
Kerry
7-4-02
(ADLEBLANC)
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YEARNING
©almezzina 7/3/02
I'm yearning for lifetime reset
to days when I do not forget.
To time when I can do no wrong
because I'm young and lithe and strong.
When spring and bounce are in my step,
not lost forever with my pep.
When looks so dark and debonair
still dazzle my young lady fair.
So when did all those good times go?
I swear to you, I just don't know.
But hey! I'm here and I'm OK,
no matter that I'm old and gray.
I promise you, that 'though I yearn
for what's been lost, and won't return,
I'll not complain about my lot
and concentrate on what I've got.
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Yearning
wanting - feeling
grasping - reeling
aching for surcease and healing
empty - groping
dreaming - hoping
searching for a way of coping
What is yearning?
and
What to do with ceaseless churning?
Let it go - or go down burning !
Barbara (Zephyr7755)
7/02/02
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DISSENT
Wars pop up at dawn drum rolls,
elevate the warrior dead to patriots,
demand free speech be wary, and
close the door on honest dissent.
Flags unfurled instill no pride,
inspire no action,
restore no hope--
I cannot march for symbols!
Flaming words invoke no anger,
summon no hatred,
trigger no vengeance--
I cannot kill for words!
Personal freedom must sacrifice itself
on the militant altar of unity
in a house of corrupted commerce--
I cannot bend to war!
Pat McCune
July 2002
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Kerry Cunningham / adleblanc@aol.com