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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 15, 2011 6:46:00 GMT
I am embarrassed. I came in here to put in my poems, and didn't even see the ones from October. Lovely autumn poem, Kerouac. Mich, your poem is poignant and beautifully stated. I can't believe it was your first poem ever. You have a gift!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2011 20:47:25 GMT
These are just lovely yes. Bixa,I wish I had seen your poem for our friend earlier,I would have read it at his memorial. I would like to send it to his mother and daughter with your permission. Thank you.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 20, 2011 22:37:38 GMT
Casimira, it's a poor attempt, but really heartfelt. Of course you can send it if you think they'd like it.
Thank you for the very kind compliment.
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Post by mich64 on Feb 21, 2011 2:14:38 GMT
Thanks Bixa, I have written 3 more. My family is happy that I can write poems, this apparently is something I would never have done before. I like trying to write new ones.
Cheers! Mich
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Post by Kimby on Mar 1, 2011 9:25:16 GMT
So, mich, when do we get to see them?
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Post by mich64 on Mar 1, 2011 12:47:44 GMT
Okay Kimby, I will add them later this morning after I come home from my speech therapy today. Thank you for wanting to read them. In anticipation, Mich
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Post by Kimby on Mar 1, 2011 15:17:42 GMT
Anticipation here, too, mich. Will you show them to your therapist?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2011 15:39:40 GMT
Different times zones make people even more impatient.
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Post by mich64 on Mar 1, 2011 16:25:47 GMT
I am home from therapy. I promised some of my efforts with writing additional Chinese Poems. I do not profess they are good, but I find the exercise interesting. Less daylight but still warm daylight Less people but still excited people New friends to meet, face to face France in the Fall is going to be wonderful The rain on the deck The scratching of the squirrels in the trees There is fog hanging above the lake The sounds of sights that Spring is coming The wind sounds brisk and feels cold The fire is crackling the logs away Life as a Canadian Winter is back, after a taste of the sounds of Spring Speaking with such formality Standing, sitting and walking so stiffly The local College is offering a Drama course Embrace my new self? Thank you for reading. Mich
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Post by Kimby on Mar 1, 2011 16:42:45 GMT
Thank you for sharing, mich. I love how you mix the senses in an unexpected way.
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Post by mich64 on Mar 1, 2011 16:58:11 GMT
Thank you Kimby. I think I am going to buy a journal to keep them together and to present to my therapists to read. It would be useful to know from them if this is an effective tool to add to my therapy. My hope is to stimulate more pathways back to useage. Cheers, Mich
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2011 18:24:05 GMT
Those are excellent, Mich. And as spindrift explained at the beginning of this thread, Kimby, the "unexpected" often happens in line 3.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 1, 2011 21:14:40 GMT
Mich, your poems are terrific. I have to say, the last one really knocked me back on my heels, it is so excellent.
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Post by mich64 on Mar 3, 2011 16:27:21 GMT
Thank you Kimby, Bixa and Kerouac. I appreciate your comments very much. The scroll Bixa created is so beautiful. Cheers! Mich
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 3, 2011 17:22:37 GMT
You are too kind, Mich. There would be no scroll without the efforts of so many talented, inspired anyporters. Mich created a special poem for The Scroll. Click here, then go to Reply #14.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2011 22:43:41 GMT
I truly enjoyed reading these Mich. I need to find myself doing some more of these myself soon. I generally am inspired much more in the wee hours of the morning. As the day wears on,so do I... Thank you for sharing these with us.
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Post by mich64 on Mar 4, 2011 2:15:05 GMT
:)How kind of you to mention me Casimira, thank you. Cheers, Mich
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Post by mich64 on Mar 7, 2011 20:00:14 GMT
We were dressed up in the same dresses, but different colors We would sit up straight, our gloves held tightly on our laps Our Nana and Great Auntie were great loving sisters They shared so many stories, stories to help us grow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2011 8:29:10 GMT
Windows® are opened as the day begins. The Port glistens in the morning sun. Eager rats watch the horizon. Maritime cargo requires patience.
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Post by lola on Sept 27, 2011 22:35:22 GMT
This is great.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 28, 2011 3:33:21 GMT
I really, really like it!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2011 12:48:26 GMT
Tourists stampede down the avenue. Temptation calls from every doorway. Holidays never last very long. The bank will help them remember.
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Post by lola on Mar 15, 2012 17:41:30 GMT
At the Chinese Garden
Curved marble bridge beneath the flowering trees, Magnolia blossoms falling into still water. We talk of business and the future While this moment drifts like a petal and floats away.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 21:17:46 GMT
So very lovely Lola. Thank you. And,good to see you.
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Post by lola on Mar 16, 2012 13:11:25 GMT
Thank you dear casimira. I want to edit it now.
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Post by imec on Mar 20, 2012 12:36:25 GMT
Hi lola! I posted a song in the hopes of conjuring you up! it worked!
(I wish I could have written a poem instead - am jealous of you people)
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Post by lola on Mar 20, 2012 22:45:18 GMT
HA, imec! Bless you for that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2012 3:03:49 GMT
For Henning,
Cautiously water pours from it's pool Small lazy moths weave through our passage swarming about the flame. You are gone; we are here.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 25, 2012 5:35:29 GMT
That is an exquisite jewel of a poem, Casimira -- so apt for the absent but well-remembered Henning.
How lovely that you thought to make a poem for him.
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Post by htmb on Sept 25, 2012 12:53:57 GMT
Thank you for writing these beautiful words, Casimira. Your poem for Henning has led me to this wonderful thread which I had never seen before you posted last night. I went back and read all the way through to present. It is a marvelous collection of poetic thoughts.
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