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#156217 2 years, 2 months ago
Mushrooms

Overnight, very
whitely, discreetly
very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#156268 2 years, 2 months ago
Very good
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#156309 2 years, 2 months ago
Definitely great, Wundurland! Nice to get some more original work in here!!
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#156838 2 years, 2 months ago
Here's one I wrote after the Hurricane destroyed the gulf coast:


Biloxi Blues

Was sittin’ at breakfast last summer Friday
There’s a man saying storm on the way
Now I’m watching and hating, enduring the waiting
Maybe Katrina be blowing away.

Carl runs the marketplace down at the corner
He’s a bangin’, he’s a fixin’, he’s preparing to stay
Nothing to worry ‘bout, Carl be braggin’
Nothin’ to worry ‘bout down Biloxi way.

Carl an’ his family be gatherin’ together
They be fixin’ to party this one away
Seen nothin’ to scare us, nothin’ to bother now
Nothin’ to worry ‘bout down Biloxi way.

Fleein’ to Houston I barely was movin’
Slowly crept westbound all day
Radio saying they better be praying
In Gulfport, Biloxi, and NOLA today.

Sittin’ in Houston watchin’ an’ waitin’
Seen weathermen blowing away
Right turn in darkness morning confusion
Somehow the levies gave way.

God wasn’t listening that morning to Gulfport
And most of Naw’lins laid bare
Carl and his father, his sister and brother
Well I wonder if they are still there.

Cuz’ nothin’ be left of the Biloxi market
Nothin’ worth fixing they say
Nothin’ worth nothing left on the coastline
Bourbon street’s lucky that way.




Blues in the bar rooms, blues in Biloxi
Katrina came calling that day
We done danced with the devil
To the blues in the bayous
And the devil he had a good day.

Let’s worry ‘bout livin’, don’t worry ’bout dyin’
Market man he used to say
Seems I still hear Carl as he sat on the beach
Strummin’ and a-learnin’ to play

Those Biloxi blues in the shade of the dunes
The words they still haunt me today
Nothin’ to hurry ‘bout, nothin’ to worry ‘bout
Nothin’ can hurt us this day

We done danced with the devil
To the blues in the bayous
And the devil he had a good day.

Nothin’ to worry ‘bout
Nothin’ to hurry ‘bout
Wasn’t nothin to worry ‘bout
‘long the Gulf coast highway.


MJP/9/13/05
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#156843 2 years, 2 months ago
You can sure feel the real life experience behind that one in a big way, thanks for sharing, Pulmike!!

And a slightly belated welcome to the Forum, as well as to the Poetry thread!
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#157069 2 years, 2 months ago
SunshineSue wrote:
Definitely great, Wundurland! Nice to get some more original work in here!!


Oops, sorry. That was a Plath poem!
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#157101 2 years, 2 months ago
The Soul unto itself (683) by Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –

Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe –


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#157283 2 years, 2 months ago
Past, Present, Future

by Emily Brontë


Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.’

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.’

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.’




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#158191 2 years, 2 months ago
Another one from the Midwest and Carl Sandburg.


Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg

It's going to come out all right—do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass—they know.
They get along—and we’ll get along.

Some days will be rainy and you will sit waiting
And the letter you wait for won’t come,
And I will sit watching the sky tear off gray and gray
And the letter I wait for won’t come.

There will be ac-ci-dents.
I know ac-ci-dents are coming.
Smash-ups, signals wrong, washouts, trestles rotten,
Red and yellow ac-ci-dents.
But somehow and somewhere the end of the run
The train gets put together again
And the caboose and the green tail lights
Fade down the right of way like a new white hope.

I never heard a mockingbird in Kentucky
Spilling its heart in the morning.

I never saw the snow on Chimborazo.
It’s a high white Mexican hat, I hear.

I never had supper with Abe Lincoln.
Nor a dish of soup with Jim Hill.

But I’ve been around.
I know some of the boys here who can go a little.
I know girls good for a burst of speed any time.

I heard Williams and Walker
Before Walker died in the bughouse.

I knew a mandolin player
Working in a barber shop in an Indiana town,
And he thought he had a million dollars.

I knew a hotel girl in Des Moines.
She had eyes; I saw her and said to myself
The sun rises and the sun sets in her eyes.
I was her steady and her heart went pit-a-pat.
We took away the money for a prize waltz at a
Brotherhood dance.
She had eyes; she was safe as the bridge over the
Mississippi at Burlington; I married her.

Last summer we took the cushions going west.
Pike’s Peak is a big old stone, believe me.
It’s fastened down; something you can count on.

It’s going to come out all right—do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass—they know.
They get along—and we’ll get along

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#158242 2 years, 2 months ago
Still working on the Plath collection...

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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