Thursday, April 29, 2010

Lily Pads

the passion aches between brown petiole
a dark hole piquant
awake senses to curlicue lily pads
beckon to polish a stiff bone
pushing to intrude
private property
granted
liquid drops stain dry sheets
wet


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Meeropol's "Strange Fruit."

Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Written by Abel Meeropol

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Nude Scribe

Nude Scribe

Here I stand nude
with imperfections
naked with truth
if it is truth that be told
life tapestry unfold
before the world eyes
without embellishment
without lies
no malcontent
prejudice
it is the pain of truth one finds offensive
shielded by arcane sins buried in the treasure chest of life
the invisibility of the mental quill
thoughts provoked by conscious
the tongue a filthy often wicked piece of pink fleshy muscle meat
torture by deception
a tool of twisted tales
confronted by change
often cut out
silence the devil
ah but the mind brought to justice by the heart
it is a fools request to stop the quill
the mind
the heart full of truth
thus you would have to kill the nude scribe

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and this poem proves just that! Great Title, superb imagery, and good flow
make this a very memorable piece!


Submitted by Candlewitch on 28 April 2010 - 10:34am.

Hello
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I feel like some of the longer lines
could be broken into two lines therefor
making the piece more pleasing to the eye.
for example:

the tongue a filthy often wicked
piece of pink fleshy muscle meat

my favorite lines are:

Here I stand nude
with imperfections
naked with truth
if it is truth that be told
life tapestry unfold
before the world eyes
without embellishment
without lies
no malcontent
prejudice

Always, Cat

Monday, April 26, 2010

Awkward moments and weekend in Williamsport, PA.

Everyone has an awkward goofy moment where you either fall up the subway steps or down depending on the law of gravity that day. In my case they sometimes come in spurts when I least expect it. At a broadway show looking cute up until the moment I almost fell or slid my way down the carpet steps, walking out the wrong door heading to the backstage. The time one contact seem to play havoc in your eyes forcing you either to pull the rewetting drops out of an overstuff Coach bag, pulling at my lid on a crowded train platform having to temporarily close one eye shut looking like popeye. My most awkward moment was this weekend. Traveled six hours to Williamsport, PA to spend quality time with a person of interest. So there I was in the hills of Pennsylvania thoughts of doing what grown folks do. Perfect right with a beautiful view of the mountains from our suite a warm candle (sweet pea) nice fragrance, food from the Olive Garden, nice bottle of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc yes! ready right. Wrong my stomach starts crumbling a sign of things to come I went to the restroom and there inside my panty liner the beginning the blood train my fucking period. Yuck, so there the paramount of an awkward moment. The night still perfect even though; finishing eating a great meal, conversation great, wine wonderful and the company so charming. Topped off with the viewing of the upcoming HBO fight Floyd Mayweather vs. Shane Mosley . All said and done another wonderful weekend get away with my quintessential man. Oh I did improvise by the way.


Lepadah

P.S. Keep it green the mountains were so lush and green absolutely beautiful.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Synchronicity

Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle by Carl Gustav Jung



A must read "Synchronicity" a bible for a stimulating mind also inspired my affection for the peyote. A book you must return to several times.

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A keeper book - Jung

Man and His Symbols Man and His Symbols by Carl Gustav Jung



Excellent book my college professor turned me on to. I still have the book (paperback) old and worn out from me returning to the dogged ear pages.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Swing fan the fire

Poems for Comment



Swing fan the fire


those legs are crossed
under desk
those thighs before the buttock pressed tight
as one leg falls free to a sweet swing
a pendulum
the quiet fire
an ember
await a return to ignite
elongated fingers sweep across the keys of the computer
typing to Miles "Kind of Blue."
coincidence
the night spent
morning anew
today with thought

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From: Robin (bitoftruth)
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Most excellent. This is a keeper. I am going straightway to nominate this one to the IBPC: steps are Go to the IBPC forum and state the following

1) accept nomination

2) declare it is your original

3) never been published



) Robin Taylor (BitofTruth)

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What people believe prevails over the truth (Sophocles)



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Nice piece of poetry!

E

Sunday, April 11, 2010

A New York Moment

Yesterday was a splendid Saturday. Check it out I felt like Henry in freaking Goodfellas with one exception I was not moving dope. Aboard the 64 to 71 Continental jumped the E train to WTC transfer to the Path train Jersey, Journal Square round trip back to WTC return to West 4th boarded Brooklyn bound F train to Jay Street. Sat at outdoor cafe viewing Brooklyn with a different eye. Waited for my ride ok he's here from PA drive around Fort Greene copped a couple of dvd's and books. The sun beaming notorious BIG playing on the car radio checking the gps a couple quick stops off to the Belt headed Eastern Long Island a visit about two hours. Back to Forest Hills for a midnight snack at the T-Bone wiping lips and a swig of muddy coffee up out the seats and back on the streets pass the billiards scoping a Village Voice awe got one the last. In the car drive down 68th Jewel sit outside for just a short minute off again to the Kew Motor Inn. Arrive fucking lovers night. We walk in surely suspect key to the lover's nest room oh shit I'm playing around on the bed looking up at the ceiling mirror. (laughing) Taking some snapshots just for the hell of it. Decided to get a little freaking ... tee hee I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Morning came shortly. Showered back to the parking lot inside the car. Breakfast local Deli on Union Turnpike coffee, rolls and the Daily News. Back to the car ride to Flushing Meadow pictures in the park conversation and back to the car again drive up to 68th drive. Bye Peace All in a New York moment.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Gypsy

every friday I exit the subway
a gypsy woman beckons to tell fortunes
promise detail of the future
slipping homemade flyers held by rumpelstilskin hands
discarded and ignored
gypsy eyes follow up austin street
stood waiting outside mardi gras
I stepped out into the last burst of down sun
the voice a slight breath
"miss, I know your future."
slipping a crumbled card ink ran numbers
those eyes followed me into dreams
restless wondering like Nebuchadnezzar
what did it mean
tortured elemental images
revisit Jung for answers
I sought the gypsy down the cul de sac from whence
up rickety steps
behind red velvet curtains
sat no crystal ball
soul revealed through vein lined palms
fortune told required compensation
none accepted
confuse and pensee
secrets I held to heart
told to me by a gypsy

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From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)


To: lepadahxxx



Nicely said lepadah

 

good pace to this work

 

Sparky (has to pace himself)



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To: lepadahxxx

Posted: Apr 06 10 04:51 PM



Lepadah,

So nice to see you here again.  You come too rarely. 

a very good read

dreambluestar



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   Enjoyed the read

                               smiffy


From: Robin (bitoftruth)

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Very nice Lepada. Sounds like New Orleans with the rickety stairs and I so appreciated the lines:  rumpelstilskin hands
discarded and ignored
Good wording.

) robin


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some great phrasing, and especially love that you referred back to Jung.
Ever read his work “Synchronicity”? Be careful if you do, it nearly drove
me mad.


Sitting at a railway station, reading it at a point where he quotes from a
Chinese poet, glanced at the book of the woman sitting next to me and she was
reading the works of that poet open at the page where the quote came from.


I pointed it out to her (perhaps a little wild-eyed and paranoid). We both,
astounded and afraid, went our to separate carriages when the train arrived.


Cheers,
Jess,
Reprehensibly irrepressible



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I like this , it had me reading on. It escaped cliche , the language was
beautiful and the phrasing carved and full of image. It rolled along on its
journey well and made me want to know. A weird day i presume on the magical
streets of NY city. Good write. Kal




Dear Lepadah

I loved where this one took me …

I sought the gypsy down the cul de sac from whence
up rickety steps
behind red velvet curtains
sat no crystal ball
soul revealed through vein lined palms
fortune told required compensation
none accepted

Loved that piece it says so much …

kind regards love JayCee