| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. VIII, No. XLIV |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Sunday, 28 October 2007 | |
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The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol. VIII, No. XLIV
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ The third night of rain
Grows old
The sunrise gray
With dampened promise
We should stay
Close by the fire
Where love can nakedly
Make known desire
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2007 C. E.
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ This coughing continues, the only hope being that this is this year's flu and I will be immune to any future incursions. Poems and whatever this week.
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ weather
When The Drought Breaks
What is this dampness that befowls my shoulders,
This cool solidair that drops ungaseously?
I have not seen this recently
Since last the roses bloomed in my barren yard. What blurs my vision
And drives war hounds to bellow large, That darkens this morning's coming?
What ancient leviathan stirs before the deluge?
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ meanwhile back on the planet
In The Drift
Time drifts from toddler to old age
In quantum leaps inperceptible to the human mind.
I was young, now I am dying,
Who is responsible for this train wreack?
Yesterday I had my first kiss,
Trembling in fear and anticipation,
Tomorrow may be my last,
If anyone dare these sweetly fetid lips.
I remember back to when I had no past
And my parents towered twice above me, The doctors lean to hear my hoarse whisper:
How long is not nearly long enough.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ If Stephen Colbert were elected president, Would he be required to stay in character for the entire eight years? __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Walkin' After Midnight
Everyone wants to be your friend
When you are dead, They'll come by the dozens
When your breath no longer rattles To count the column images,
The placement of your picture,
And whether your were first or last
on the news that night.
Greatness will be thrust upon you:
Now that you are silent
And cannot shout back at your critics, They'll identify your masterpiece,
The one they didn't pay you for, And proclaim the incitefulness
Of their genius.
Would be better if they just sent money
When I was still around to enjoy it; My tombstone does need the honors
Anymore that I do/did (Please cross out the live verb
When appropriate).
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ nostalgia ain't what it used to be
In Front of Old Abe
In front of Abe Lincoln,
Standing in his shadow
Where tourists congregate
And the cameras flash and click,
A sea of voices a million strong,
Marching for love, crying out for peace,
Praying for a world
We thought we could change,
Middle class men and women,
Day laborers and factory workers,
Joined hand and hand
In the heart of our nation:
We were oh so much younger then.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ youth gangs have always been a problem
Maurauding Monkeys Kills Delhi Leader
The deputy mayor of the Indian capital Delhi has died a day after being attacked by a horde of wild monkeys. SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.
The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by.
One approach has been to train bands of larger, more ferocious langur monkeys to go after the smaller groups of Rhesus macaques.
The city has also employed monkey catchers to round them up so they can be moved to forests.
But the problem has persisted.
Culling is seen as unacceptable to devout Hindus, who revere the monkeys as a manifestation of the monkey god Hanuman, and often feed them bananas and peanuts.
Urban development around the city has also been blamed for destroying the monkeys' natural habitat.
This all sounds so vaguely familiar, doesn't it?
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ The first new xenerotica in years
Still calloused from the years spent Fighting with her sword And the long days atop her horse Riding the plains of ancient Asia and Greece, Hesitates, Pauses before her lover's eagerness, The distant memory of the trail, Of gods, warlords, and the many kings, A fading awareness of the many battles Where their bonds first were bloodily forged, Washes over her, recedes, overcome by the moment and the desperate moans of the woman in her bed. Time changes everything, comes unstuck once more, As she slips inside her Gabrielle, Filled with their hard won knowledge That each new dawn will be better than the last. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007 And the writer struggles to end what must be ended. __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes.
Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. -- Henry Miller
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ from a cartoon
Beneath Starry Skies
We try to forget
We were shoved headfirst Out through someone's bloody vagina,
Preferring to believe
That we all are far better angels
Than flesh and teeth allow.
God's image comes born With hands and feet and eager mind To reconstruct the garden
In ways unknown to heaven Or any unbodied deity not driven By the demands of death and lust.
We exist, therefore we are,
Unlocked from any blood bonds With some distant, first moment creation;
These bones, this beating heart demand
We consider what the spirit may deny; These ancient genes,
These careless chromosomes require We give birth to life in painful exhilaration Within the bounds of a cantankerous planet That does not concede our existence No matter how nicely we may ask. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ The Political Compass
The Political Compass suggests that, if you take their short test,
They can identify where you fall in the political spectrum
Have fun.
For the record, I fell just about where I expected.
Your mileage may vary
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ Bad moon rising
Springs and Motives
This cold bone rain that stiffens knees and encourages hacking cough
To crumble this still too weary flesh
Lies across the weekend like some lame duck incompetent
Babbling he is still so very relevant.
This agonizing drizzle is not nearly enough
To overcome the years of drought and neglect,
This sudden interest in vague unstructured promises
Does nothing to end the raging fires or fill the reservoirs Grown shallow with disinterest.
The damp, dripping, grin about the mouth November that promises
To coffin the dreary soul and draw our battered compass knee deep In some grandly contested reefs, torments us With an endless precession of perfect storm and forbidden seas That threatens to open the flood waters. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ Come on
Lord you better run Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done
-- John Fogarty
Long Dark Night __/\/\/\/\__
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ PEACE
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