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| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. IX, No. XXVII |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Sunday, 06 July 2008 | |
 The Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. XXVII The heavens were fill with cascading fire
Celebrating our independence All the candidates said All the appropriate words As if their silence Would be take them
For dispatriot
How fragile is our democracy
How strong our wills
That 232 years later We are here
Electing our leaders
As if we were Still in Philadelphia
And General Washington Just out of sight
In the other room
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
  Past Independence Day, The Summer Furnace Grows
There is much wisdom in scripture. I do not deny that. Except for the God parts
-- Gene Weingarten
the persistance of failing memory
Two Days ‘Til Morning
When I was young
-- I think I remember – The Sierras were higher, The ocean bluer. And the air only smoky When the fields were burned. And now, and now,
And now I don’t know If the world will survive For my grandchildren To grow old. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 after an attack
Major Scale
If a broken back exceeds
An eleven on a scale of ten, Acid Reflux must be The closest thing to dying, Focusing everything on the body, And challenging the heart For control of my existence. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 If you play McCain's speeches backwards, you'll hear "I buried Paul ... Revere." a dash of starpoet
Restart
When the universe begins
Who shall sing its praises? Who shall count the new stars birth If everyone has gone? Would I stay but life’s unfair,
Taking me all to soon To pile stones against The final moment And save heaven’s unlasting glory. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 some time in the future
Protocol
Any moment, any second,
A knock on the door announces We’re lost, she’s lost, And never again would I see her, Kiss her lips, Feel her arms around me, Holding me against the night. The gods shall not console me
When the sea, at last, Rolls over us. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 Obama's last name was the result of his father listening to Shirley Ellis
sing the Name Game while he filling out immigration papers. Bama, Bama, bo-bama, Banana-fana fo-fama Fee, Fi, mo-mama, Obama! the sun going down, I find myself
Twilight Tattoo
The half hour between sunset and darkness,
When the world tinges blue and green shifts to gray, Placates the summer day, slowly draining the heat. Above the warm haze, the stars struggle to light,
Filtered by the city glare and the haze of July; The fires of greatest magnitude squint lazily Upon the earthbound night. Daybreak shall find the languid heavens
Rushing to escape the first fingers of tomorrow’s rumors. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 McCain is a practicing septuagenarian.
another night, another storm
Flicker
Lights out tonight,
There’s thunder in the heavens Rolling out of the Shenandoah Down upon Replacing the glow of incandescents With a more electrifying display That unsettles our careful designs And deconstructs the darkness. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008
Obama lived with a white woman for almost 18 years. after the storm, before the dawn
Quilless
The breeze blows no light on this,
The summer thunder long gone Along with our electricity. The paraffin flame casts deep shadows,
Flickers over the pen, Sending memory scurrying To Jefferson and Shakespeare Working on deadline deep into the night, Producing their declarations Of individual greatness. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 Barack Obama is John McCain's secret love child
conceived when McCain was on leave in Hawaii in the 60's. 
the storm, the dog, the drama
Borderline Collie
Storm passed,
The dog lies dormant, His unease vanished With the rain. Lightning charges him
To full attention, Defending us both With careful vigilance From the Thunder Gods. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008
Many people are unware that Obama's mother's name was originally Rosenberg. starpoet finish
For the Love of a Good Woman
On to the planets,
On to the stars, Double our chances On Mars and beyond. The fire from the heavens,
The blue from the earth, Find us a star lane And a bottom land world Where children can run
Beneath a bright sun And catch the north wind As it rises. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008
John McCain was the primary influence behind the character Walker Texas Ranger.
Obama fathered two children with a black woman.
   © 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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