| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. IX, No. XIV |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Saturday, 05 April 2008 | |
The Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. XIV Sunshine and rain
The winter gods weaken slowly Reluctant to relinquish What they see as rightly theirs How they must enjoy the ages
They cover the world in ice We have survived Outlasted them Spread across the planet Our presence felt on every continent Winter vanishes
We remain Glimpsing summer through spring's door Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
![]() ![]() poems (mostly short), whatever, and a link to short story that anyone under the age of 18 does not have my permission to read.
![]() Even if you don't believe a word of the Bible,
You've got to respect the person who typed all that. -- Lotus Weinstock
![]() More on spring
Poet’s Eye (Recursive Variation) Yellow buds and green buds and red buds and purple,
Bright pine needles and clear azure skies, White clouds drifting on the afternoon breeze, Warm sun lingering on crisp spring day. A pair of turtle doves pause on a redwood fence,
Young squirrels sprint from branch to branch, Fat robin searches for a proper nest site, Sparrows nest safely within pyracantha thorns. White yellow fire through cool evergreen branches,
Sinking slowly towards earth’s spinning edge, Chattering feathers well perched for the night As sunlight slips into bittersweet sunset. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() arrogance
Extra-terrestrial Relays
You may think I have ADHD, Between the time you ask if I want coffee
And then, the number of sugars I prefer, I shall have visited distant galaxies And walked beside Shakespeare on the Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() Life has a way of distracting you.
One minute you're contemplating absolute evil, And the next you're rinsing out your hosiery And checking the roast. -- Carol K. Howell
![]() arrogance II
A Gondola on
Show me your demons
And I’ll raise you two of mine, Dark and gnarlsome, I send them out To do my muse’s bidding Full of clever song and wit. I have bedded whatever
Fools you have thrice over, Lyric falls madly from my pen In great starry clusters That nothing like the sun persist. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() back to spring
Valkyrie Small swallow hawk
Following the beltway, Below the clouds, Before the sunrise, Searching for fresh road kill Or new spring mammals Still too curious to care about An effective means of air defense. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() What follows is a link to revised short story, a bit to tease, then a link to what some may think of as pornography.
I do, but pornography artfully done and executed with a purpose.
No one under 18 should attempt to follow the link as they will discover sex, fall into a promiscuous life, and go directly to Hell after reading it. Or so I'm told.
Anyway:
The woman awakes in what appears to be her bedroom. She checks the alarm clock and determines that it is still the middle of the night. We see her moving restlessly in bed unable to sleep. She is loosely covered by her sheet and, after a time, pushes the sheet aside and we see that she is naked.
She appears to be young, no more than eighteen or nineteen, and slightly underweight.
She pauses briefly before her hand slides down over her hip ....
![]() There is no way to take the danger
Out of human relationships. -- Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
![]() business nonsense
SOA What? Cross portfolio data framework implementation,
Metrics, PowerPoint, and overreaching architecture, The battleplan continuum meets geek netcentricity: We have found the authoritative data source And the data is us, all that messy human wetware That mars the perfection of the program. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() there appears to be an underlying theme today: more about spring
Transparency
Rain approaching – afternoon or tonight -- Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() I get to work on time everyday,
8:45 a. m. Because the UPS man comes at nine, And he's fine as hell. -- Loni Love
![]() a brief bit of starpoet herself
Out of the Valley, Endlessly Rising
The great ships drift in space,
Silent except for imagination, Silver and white, a touch of black, Glittering in the darkness Between the stars, Ages from planetfall and hope. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() You always know when the relationship is over.
Little things start grating on your nerves. 'Would you please stop that?
That breathing in and out, It's so repetitious.' Ellen DeGeneres
![]() ![]() Sacramento Valley
backstory
Out Through The Valley I was born in the bottom land
Between the I am of the valley and from the valley, A childhood filled with open spaces and empty highways That filled my summers with adventures That never could make it to the foothills No matter how hard I forced my legs around the pedals, No matter how close the Sierras might look To my curious mind and body. Each trip ended With a Royal Crown cola and some sort of sci-fi paperback, And me, in my room, propped up on my bed, Waiting for my mother to finish cooking dinner For my brother and me. In my mind, where the poet lives, The summer never ends, I am always young, my parents are alive, And the start of the school year is still several months away. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() when music is important
The Patrons in the Opera House The music is frozen, the singer ages,
Moving through time and space While the music remains tied to specific places, Where we were, who we were with, The rush of excitement when we were first kissed; But now, decades later, all we share with the singer Is our memories, and that is seldom enough Unless we are dead already. Play the music, play it loud,
Sing as if your life hung on a thread That would break if you grew silent; If you can’t do that, You might as well shut the door, Your music isn't any good for anything. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() A kiss that speaks volumes
is seldom a first edition. -- Clare Whiting
![]() looking around
Pentaverse
This moment, this brief second
That you read this May be the only time That you and I connect: I offer you glimpses you may reject. If that is your will
(As certainly it is not mine) Be off now before you waste Any more synaptical time On something you will find imperfect. This is not some urban drive by
That catches you between tokes While you sit in some shade grown coffee shop Or dimly lit saloon: my memory grows longer Even as the world does not. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008 ![]() ![]() Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008. Further distribution of this newsletter in its entirety is authorized. Email your letters and postcards or visit her contact page at the Starpoet website |
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