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"A YEAR OF SUNDAYS" - SUBMISSIONS - June 2023
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Michael Pendragon
Jun 3, 2023, 4:14:36 PM6/3/23
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 6, 2023, 12:36:59 PM6/6/23
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I once hoped upon grandiose things
and they applauded me as a dreamer
Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
and their bravado, which rang so hollow
and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
~~Ash Wuthing
and they applauded me as a dreamer
Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
and their bravado, which rang so hollow
and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
~~Ash Wuthing
ME
Jun 6, 2023, 8:48:36 PM6/6/23
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 6, 2023, 10:08:15 PM6/6/23
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Cob Web
Outside,
a train rumbles by,
as I trace spider veins
in legs that have walked
too long
and as the beast's whistle
fades in search of the next
destination --
my journey ends here.
I've been promiscuous
with the sun's visit,
absorbing all it had to offer,
ignored the moon at times,
closing the curtains
on its voyeuristic view.
I've smiled
from pure skin,
now lined with valleys
of worry, laughter at life
and as the kettle calls
I rise for a cup of warmth,
content in the knowledge
I stretched it all
to within snapping.
I await the next train
watching that corner cob web
dance delicate with a slight breeze,
feeling as fragile
as its spun beauty,
clinging on
for all it's worth.
Edward Rochester Esq.
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Cob Web
Outside,
a train rumbles by,
as I trace spider veins
in legs that have walked
too long
and as the beast's whistle
fades in search of the next
destination --
my journey ends here.
I've been promiscuous
with the sun's visit,
absorbing all it had to offer,
ignored the moon at times,
closing the curtains
on its voyeuristic view.
I've smiled
from pure skin,
now lined with valleys
of worry, laughter at life
and as the kettle calls
I rise for a cup of warmth,
content in the knowledge
I stretched it all
to within snapping.
I await the next train
watching that corner cob web
dance delicate with a slight breeze,
feeling as fragile
as its spun beauty,
clinging on
for all it's worth.
Edward Rochester Esq.
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 9, 2023, 9:20:04 PM6/9/23
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It was too late,
I picked the scab
and waited for the flow,
not blood mind you,
but the argument with
a never ending close.
It's not that I was told
'don't go there' but I went,
no bandages, no antiseptic
as I asked again,
"do you love me?" --
my insecurity flashing its
ugly head.
"Yes" I heard.
She knew something I didn't --
I know what's inside me,
she knows what matters
and I looked over at her
wishing I knew what she knew.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 10, 2023, 10:15:40 AM6/10/23
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Northridge Avenue
I just drove by my old house
seeing new inhabitants,
knowing fresh paint
will never erase
the memory of my youth,
The Maple tree,
planted by my father,
is now tall and majestic
and waves as I drive by --
it seems we were all just twigs
back then.
Edward Rochester Esq.
ME
Jun 10, 2023, 10:51:16 AM6/10/23
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ME
Jun 10, 2023, 4:32:04 PM6/10/23
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ME
Jun 10, 2023, 5:02:24 PM6/10/23
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 10, 2023, 5:06:26 PM6/10/23
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Round and round it will resound
Such a futile fury with an empty sound
In endless rings we'll argue- for stupidity abounds
Day after day, round and round like haggard slaves
We'll toil at the ego's grindstone for what we crave
Until all these opinions finally go to their graves
~~Ash Wurthing
Such a futile fury with an empty sound
In endless rings we'll argue- for stupidity abounds
Day after day, round and round like haggard slaves
We'll toil at the ego's grindstone for what we crave
Until all these opinions finally go to their graves
~~Ash Wurthing
ME
Jun 10, 2023, 7:01:08 PM6/10/23
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 11, 2023, 12:51:03 AM6/11/23
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^
actually I haz something to bump this with...
soon I'll have the AYoS tribute piece from last month that spawned a four person stream--
Jim Senetto with The Gallimaufry Crew
actually I haz something to bump this with...
soon I'll have the AYoS tribute piece from last month that spawned a four person stream--
Jim Senetto with The Gallimaufry Crew
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 13, 2023, 9:32:56 PM6/13/23
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Locked and Loaded
It's easy to put one in the eye
over on 103rd Avenue -- best at dusk
when shadow start to fill the alleys
or at midnight when feral cats
scream out their love making,
assuring young broods will continue
to roam long into the future.
With one toss into the east river, a Glock
sinks with its secrets, to the bottom
as those hungry satisfied cats move to the
dumpsters in search of half eaten Big Macs
and warm place to sleep.
By daybreak the siren's wail dances
with a summer sun -- someone was found shot
once again as the big city yawns
and stretch limos bounce through potholes
over to Wall Street in search of another killing.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 13, 2023, 9:53:35 PM6/13/23
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 13, 2023, 10:15:46 PM6/13/23
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 14, 2023, 7:51:35 AM6/14/23
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Day Break
The sun seems to rise
from the neighbor's roof,
a man, in orange vest,
hangs from a truck
as a circus daredevil,
picking up old dinners
and diapers.
Across the way,
Frank waves, I wave back.
He feels responsible
for the death of his dog --
he left a door to the basement, opened,
and the dog tumbled down the steps.
"She was old and I was told not to leave the door
open -- I had to put her down
and feel guilty as hell."
"Sorry to hear that Frank."
There is an egg waiting for me, down the road,
Mike, the owner gets there at 5am.
Mike has a small boat, moored on Woodcleft Canal.
"It's my escape, he told me, away from the flat iron grill."
I mentioned Frank's dog problem.
"That's life", Mike says.
I wanted to tell the story of when my dog got slammed by a car,
when I was young.
Small talk, I figured, most in life have pet death stories.
The sun was now rising out of a tree top.
Time to hit the road, like my dog did.
That's life, indeed.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 15, 2023, 8:13:34 AM6/15/23
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Behind Closed Eyes
I know when the eyes close
those doors will open,
deep within the sub-basement
of aware.
At one time, wagons and ice cream
were revealed, as rapid eye movement
started life's projector, revealing plot
and sub plot of a carefree day.
Soon the door of love was knocked on,
a stolen kiss perhaps or ridicule
bringing a startled wide eyed awakening --
'it's only a dream' remembrance
and back to a cool pillow.
At times you roller-skate through mud,
a slow motion can't getaway
from those faceless adversaries,
a teacher's stern look or father
insisting on respect, when your choice
was to not.
There is a door to war --
an attempt to not open, futile
and the sounds of screams
and twisted limbs come back
in technicolor as you reach
for that pause button
as the alarm clock slaps
it back to today.
They remain, those doors,
waiting for the subconscious
to begin their opening creak;
the flicker
of the night's show,
that unending fall or laugh,
all woven into the fabric
of an intricate life,
visited through a dream
projector
Edward Rochester Esq.
NancyGene
Jun 16, 2023, 7:03:43 AM6/16/23
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The Hidden Menu*
by NancyGene
The Bagel Dock has a wide clientele
And gets me out of my 30s egg shell.
I vary the times when I go to see
Who’s at the back counter with Mike the Greek.
Today there sat a mature, handsome man
With dreamy eyes, build and an outdoors tan.
His hair was sprinkled with black and steel gray.
I walked by to pay and then got half way
Outside and thought I would tempt fate and slip
My number and name in my best penmanship
To him, and wondered if he had a mate.
I put the note by his full breakfast plate.
He called me that night, and I said, “Hello!”
He had a deep voice and I thought, although,
We differ in ages he must own a boat,
But could be the one who will slit my throat.
He said, “I am flattered but must decline
To see you again, have you lost your mind?
Strange men might not be the good guy I am--
Instead are the wolves who breakfast on lambs.”
*Inspired by Jim Senetto’s “Breakfast of Champions” post
by NancyGene
The Bagel Dock has a wide clientele
And gets me out of my 30s egg shell.
I vary the times when I go to see
Who’s at the back counter with Mike the Greek.
Today there sat a mature, handsome man
With dreamy eyes, build and an outdoors tan.
His hair was sprinkled with black and steel gray.
I walked by to pay and then got half way
Outside and thought I would tempt fate and slip
My number and name in my best penmanship
To him, and wondered if he had a mate.
I put the note by his full breakfast plate.
He called me that night, and I said, “Hello!”
He had a deep voice and I thought, although,
We differ in ages he must own a boat,
But could be the one who will slit my throat.
He said, “I am flattered but must decline
To see you again, have you lost your mind?
Strange men might not be the good guy I am--
Instead are the wolves who breakfast on lambs.”
*Inspired by Jim Senetto’s “Breakfast of Champions” post
Michael Pendragon
Jun 16, 2023, 11:46:31 AM6/16/23
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SUMMER DREAMS
On seabright days when waves cast Spanish gold
Like pirate plunder on the glistening sand,
My landlocked thoughts set sail, while tales of old
Are etched into the lifelines of my hand
In runic symbols older than the stars.
I catch the saltsea taste of ocean breeze,
These sailor's eyes still seeking for a shore
Where sunparched vagabonds can take their ease
'Neath tropic trees, or let their spirits soar
With hornpipe hymns and Hindustan sitars.
To see the coral shoals where mermaids sun
Their nutbrown bodies naked as the sky,
Or chase the painted fishes as they run
Beneath the bounding breakers racing by
Toward Bali, Port-au-Prince or Zanzibar.
To walk, again, Bermuda's cobbled streets
Watch moonbeams sparkle from Bahaman eyes,
Or listen to lovesongs of parakeets
Whose plaintive tweeting tells of mai tai lies
Whispered by lovers' ghosts at Shalimar.
But Summer mornings sparkle and are gone
Along with Summer dreams of long ago,
And bid the stranded sailor travel on
In search of dreams no mortal heart can know.
-- Michael Pendragon
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On seabright days when waves cast Spanish gold
Like pirate plunder on the glistening sand,
My landlocked thoughts set sail, while tales of old
Are etched into the lifelines of my hand
In runic symbols older than the stars.
I catch the saltsea taste of ocean breeze,
These sailor's eyes still seeking for a shore
Where sunparched vagabonds can take their ease
'Neath tropic trees, or let their spirits soar
With hornpipe hymns and Hindustan sitars.
To see the coral shoals where mermaids sun
Their nutbrown bodies naked as the sky,
Or chase the painted fishes as they run
Beneath the bounding breakers racing by
Toward Bali, Port-au-Prince or Zanzibar.
To walk, again, Bermuda's cobbled streets
Watch moonbeams sparkle from Bahaman eyes,
Or listen to lovesongs of parakeets
Whose plaintive tweeting tells of mai tai lies
Whispered by lovers' ghosts at Shalimar.
But Summer mornings sparkle and are gone
Along with Summer dreams of long ago,
And bid the stranded sailor travel on
In search of dreams no mortal heart can know.
-- Michael Pendragon
*****
Michael Pendragon
Jun 18, 2023, 11:07:21 AM6/18/23
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DRAW DOWN THE MOON
Tonight I'll dance beneath the moon
When shadows rise and starbeams fade,
And night-things hum an ancient tune
-- A dark, foreboding serenade --
That calls to me from long-forgotten dreams.
Tonight I'll dance in faerie rings
Deep in some hidden forest glade,
Where witches seek forbidden things
And scry the heavens unafraid
To find that all might not be what it seems.
Tonight I'll cast a lover's spell
And speak the tales that dead men tell,
And tho I face the fires of hell
I'll call Hecate's name.
I'll pray to all the gods above
To bring to me my one true love
And tho my words may fail to move
I'll speak them all the same.
Draw down the moon with silver thread
Spun by ten thousand falling stars,
And let Diana's chariot shed
Its magick on this world of ours --
Whe'er it be damnèd or divine
Draw down the moon and make her mine!
-- Michael Pendragon
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Tonight I'll dance beneath the moon
When shadows rise and starbeams fade,
And night-things hum an ancient tune
-- A dark, foreboding serenade --
That calls to me from long-forgotten dreams.
Tonight I'll dance in faerie rings
Deep in some hidden forest glade,
Where witches seek forbidden things
And scry the heavens unafraid
To find that all might not be what it seems.
Tonight I'll cast a lover's spell
And speak the tales that dead men tell,
And tho I face the fires of hell
I'll call Hecate's name.
I'll pray to all the gods above
To bring to me my one true love
And tho my words may fail to move
I'll speak them all the same.
Draw down the moon with silver thread
Spun by ten thousand falling stars,
And let Diana's chariot shed
Its magick on this world of ours --
Whe'er it be damnèd or divine
Draw down the moon and make her mine!
-- Michael Pendragon
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 18, 2023, 10:28:13 PM6/18/23
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LEAVETAKING
I stand at the edge of all I know of
the precipice of all that we know of
I turn my back on the discordant echoes
the choirs of strife and struggle, fires of my fellows
their baleful bonfires, their sanguine signal fires
the somber candle vigils of the survivors
freed of these burning desires I will remain
in solitude my waning flame will be claimed
~~Ash Wurthing
I stand at the edge of all I know of
the precipice of all that we know of
I turn my back on the discordant echoes
the choirs of strife and struggle, fires of my fellows
their baleful bonfires, their sanguine signal fires
the somber candle vigils of the survivors
freed of these burning desires I will remain
in solitude my waning flame will be claimed
~~Ash Wurthing
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 18, 2023, 10:49:42 PM6/18/23
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WORDS' WORTH (Gallimaufry mix)
In utterances, we exult-
regardless of the old moral.
To complement or to insult,
for agreement or for quarrel-
always gambling upon a result.
Anyone can, everyone does- it's normal
in this din in which we trust.*
1. This Benediction
I’d scream and shout if I thought it would
make a difference or do any good
but the howl of the wind carries my words away
so no one will hear anything I say
~~Last Dance
But to the top of that jagged hill
I’ll stagger still until clouds become a hat,
the sun, my megaphone, warning everyone,
to remain silent will only invite those who bathe in darkness.
~~JDS**
a shadow, a shade
the contrast to the bright
but the darkness often forgets
it’s nothing without the light
so, the light battles the darkness
and the darkness battles the light
there on the sidelines, the twilight
waits anxiously through the night
~~Last Dance
I stand stalwart against the night,
stars to my back, abyss to my face.
But the shadows erode my armor
and soon I won't have the strength of will
to find my way home
~~Ecthrois Grimm
* Ash Wurthing **JDS - J D Senetto
In utterances, we exult-
regardless of the old moral.
To complement or to insult,
for agreement or for quarrel-
always gambling upon a result.
Anyone can, everyone does- it's normal
in this din in which we trust.*
1. This Benediction
I’d scream and shout if I thought it would
make a difference or do any good
but the howl of the wind carries my words away
so no one will hear anything I say
~~Last Dance
But to the top of that jagged hill
I’ll stagger still until clouds become a hat,
the sun, my megaphone, warning everyone,
to remain silent will only invite those who bathe in darkness.
~~JDS**
a shadow, a shade
the contrast to the bright
but the darkness often forgets
it’s nothing without the light
so, the light battles the darkness
and the darkness battles the light
there on the sidelines, the twilight
waits anxiously through the night
~~Last Dance
I stand stalwart against the night,
stars to my back, abyss to my face.
But the shadows erode my armor
and soon I won't have the strength of will
to find my way home
~~Ecthrois Grimm
* Ash Wurthing **JDS - J D Senetto
Michael Pendragon
Jun 20, 2023, 10:57:29 AM6/20/23
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BOTTOMꞌS DREAM
I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream.
It shall be called ″Bottom's Dream,″ because it hath no bottom…
-- Nick Bottom, weaver
Last night I dreamt of faerie rings
The like of which no man has seen,
As midnight spread her batlike wings
Across the forest green.
The starlight fell like blossomed snow
Blown from an April-orchard tree,
Resplendent in the full moon glow
A vision came to me.
A faerie maid in robes of white
Rode on a starlight-sprinkled breeze,
I marveled at this wondrous sight
And fell upon my knees.
She lit beneath a willow bough
And motioned that I do the same,
I turned to leave, till sure enow
She softly called my name.
Then as a man caught in a trance
I stumbled blindly to her side,
I gave my heart with my first glance
And took her for my bride.
Night's dragons halted in mid-flight,
Hobgoblins halted on the hill,
Diana dimmed her silv'ry light
And all the world was still.
But when the Spirit of the Dawn
Awoke to usher in the sun,
I found my faerie queen had gone
And Bottom's dream was done.
There in the harshness of the day
I wept as one whose love has fled,
A single wild pansy lay
Discarded by her bed.
No mortal being has eyes to see
Or ears to hear the weaver's tale,
Of all those things that came to be
Within this woodland vale.
For man is but a patchwork fool
Who weaves his hopes from cobweb strands,
And one would be a lop-eared mule
To claim he understands
How once on a midsummer night
Such blessèd visions came to pass:
A faerie queen in robes of white
Did dote upon an ass.
*Inspired by "A Midsummer Night's Dream," by William Shakespeare
I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream.
It shall be called ″Bottom's Dream,″ because it hath no bottom…
-- Nick Bottom, weaver
Last night I dreamt of faerie rings
The like of which no man has seen,
As midnight spread her batlike wings
Across the forest green.
The starlight fell like blossomed snow
Blown from an April-orchard tree,
Resplendent in the full moon glow
A vision came to me.
A faerie maid in robes of white
Rode on a starlight-sprinkled breeze,
I marveled at this wondrous sight
And fell upon my knees.
She lit beneath a willow bough
And motioned that I do the same,
I turned to leave, till sure enow
She softly called my name.
Then as a man caught in a trance
I stumbled blindly to her side,
I gave my heart with my first glance
And took her for my bride.
Night's dragons halted in mid-flight,
Hobgoblins halted on the hill,
Diana dimmed her silv'ry light
And all the world was still.
But when the Spirit of the Dawn
Awoke to usher in the sun,
I found my faerie queen had gone
And Bottom's dream was done.
There in the harshness of the day
I wept as one whose love has fled,
A single wild pansy lay
Discarded by her bed.
No mortal being has eyes to see
Or ears to hear the weaver's tale,
Of all those things that came to be
Within this woodland vale.
For man is but a patchwork fool
Who weaves his hopes from cobweb strands,
And one would be a lop-eared mule
To claim he understands
How once on a midsummer night
Such blessèd visions came to pass:
A faerie queen in robes of white
Did dote upon an ass.
*Inspired by "A Midsummer Night's Dream," by William Shakespeare
ME
Jun 23, 2023, 7:11:08 AM6/23/23
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Michael Pendragon
Jun 23, 2023, 8:24:22 AM6/23/23
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RAINY DAY ROMANCE
Torrential cloudbursts flood the crowded street
As people rush for shelter under doors
Or awnings advertising local stores,
Green canopies where rainwashed faces meet;
Some storm the coffee shop to grab a seat
And watch in comfort while the deluge pours,
Or head for pubs to catch the latest scores
Of sports teams battling somewhere in the sun…
A distant thunderclap and all is done.
Now soggy awnings drip and rivers run
Down gutters searching for the nearest drain,
Commuters race to catch the latest train
And city streets are filled with life again.
It's funny how a blast of Summer rain
Sends city dwellers scurrying to hide;
I squeeze your hand and draw you to my side
And help to chase the raindrops from your hair…
You kiss my cheek, then vanish in the air
To leave me wondering were you really there.
-- Michael Pendragon
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Torrential cloudbursts flood the crowded street
As people rush for shelter under doors
Or awnings advertising local stores,
Green canopies where rainwashed faces meet;
Some storm the coffee shop to grab a seat
And watch in comfort while the deluge pours,
Or head for pubs to catch the latest scores
Of sports teams battling somewhere in the sun…
A distant thunderclap and all is done.
Now soggy awnings drip and rivers run
Down gutters searching for the nearest drain,
Commuters race to catch the latest train
And city streets are filled with life again.
It's funny how a blast of Summer rain
Sends city dwellers scurrying to hide;
I squeeze your hand and draw you to my side
And help to chase the raindrops from your hair…
You kiss my cheek, then vanish in the air
To leave me wondering were you really there.
-- Michael Pendragon
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 23, 2023, 7:16:52 PM6/23/23
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It was beyond the varnished oak door I went through,
where a heavy black iron door waited, its hinges calling out a squeal
when opened and he stood there, telling me
the proper temperature, 1400 degrees to get the job done,
all flesh, bone, teeth transformed into ash; an iron tray sliding out,
and back in with a loved one whose features would soon disappear
into gray; a last wish removal from all that walks and talks.
He’s done around 475 cremations, explaining the process,
his joy at following the request of those that once walked and now
explaining it to me, soon sliding my uncle through the iron door
whose only request on Sunday’s was a cold beer and boloney sandwich
and now, a last wish to just disappear.
I thanked him for his work and left, signed the papers at the front desk,
where I noticed some plastic flowers, no need to water, just dust;
a place of ash and dust, efficient, no nonsense, goodbyes.
by Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 23, 2023, 10:54:26 PM6/23/23
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Ancient Return
She was as regal
as you can get,
down in SoHo.
Upswept grey hair,
done in a French twist,
most strands not quite making
a smooth curve,
from her ancient hands.
Always a silken scarf
in rainbow hues,
gathered dead center
with a Cameo pin,
most likely
carved ivory
and she'd sit
among her antiques,
dusting what wasn't
sold.
I asked her story
between bell rings
from the shop’s door.
She told me of her journey
from somewhere
war torn
and sea captain husband
lost in the waves
of powerful oceans.
And she made her way here,
into the center of art and music
and beloved relics
of yesterday,
content with a cup of tea
and smile from her weary eyes
for strangers
such as me.
"I sit with these, a hold onto
my past, hoping someone could enjoy still,
giving them more years of life
inside happy walls."
I bought a piece,
an old iron lamp with cut glass shade
and brought it into my walls,
noticing the dust she missed
with those tired hands
and I've kept it that way,
sort of her signature
to me.
Now the shop is empty,
closed and locked,
a bright red "for rent"
taped to that door with bell.
I'm pretty sure
she has joined her sea captain,
I reflect,
in some far away ocean
as I turn on the old lamp
to write this.
The missed dust
of her cloth wipe,
remains as remembrance.
Edward Rochester Esq.
ME
Jun 23, 2023, 11:44:36 PM6/23/23
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NancyGene
Jun 24, 2023, 6:37:35 AM6/24/23
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In Depth
by NancyGene
Locked inside, I look outside, to see nothing.
Cramped and scared, why did I dare--ghosts are keening!
“Don’t come here,” what passenger, gives a warning?
Thousands cry, rise with a sigh, from the grave site.
Ships will break, and people take, paid for chances.
Metal hulls, the ocean mulls, are no thick skin.
Push and creak, the water seeks, five more tenants.
I’m the sea, from earth I’m free, two miles under.
by NancyGene
Locked inside, I look outside, to see nothing.
Cramped and scared, why did I dare--ghosts are keening!
“Don’t come here,” what passenger, gives a warning?
Thousands cry, rise with a sigh, from the grave site.
Ships will break, and people take, paid for chances.
Metal hulls, the ocean mulls, are no thick skin.
Push and creak, the water seeks, five more tenants.
I’m the sea, from earth I’m free, two miles under.
ME
Jun 24, 2023, 8:21:08 AM6/24/23
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Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 24, 2023, 11:42:48 AM6/24/23
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Flat Line
Handed out piecemeal,
then it ends,
the steady thump, still,
the rising chest, flat
against a cold sheet.
Those that cue up
to the show, know
the curtain will
eventually fall
your aisle seat
going empty,
that ticket stub
tells of your visit
when first named:
nationality, color,
infractions stuffed
into long halls
of information.
Your world is closed
the sight and sound
of bluebirds, the ripple
of streams, crash of waves
is designated to oak
or furnace and gone
is the rain, snow, dry dust
of an abandoned corn field --
rainbows no longer arch,
the universe mocks your attempt
at longevity, despite medicine, doctors
machines providing breath,
it is the end of your world,
they sing, replayed in the photos
gathered in shoe boxes and if lucky
you’ve left praise with your name,
if a monster you’ve left hatred,
scorned on the front pages
or tucked away into obituaries
of meaningless announcements.
Stand online, inch forward with pride,
and accomplishment until the fall, the dark
ending all you knew.
Edward Rochester Esq.
NancyGene
Jun 24, 2023, 12:54:36 PM6/24/23
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Invaders
by NancyGene
They imprison us, we attack their boats.
Tricks for fish, leaps for applause,
Revenge in our world.
Pods are family, you can’t take our young.
Black and white, killer of whales,
The sea is our world.
by NancyGene
They imprison us, we attack their boats.
Tricks for fish, leaps for applause,
Revenge in our world.
Pods are family, you can’t take our young.
Black and white, killer of whales,
The sea is our world.
ME
Jun 24, 2023, 3:57:04 PM6/24/23
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MIchael Peadragon
Jun 24, 2023, 11:35:17 PM6/24/23
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Ed Rochester had often said
He'd put a bullet in Dance's head.
When Edward called on Mr. Dance
The latter screamed and shit his pants.
- Michael Peadragon
Michael Pendragon
Jun 25, 2023, 12:49:21 AM6/25/23
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If you're going for a plant, wouldn't "Snapdragon" be a better choice?
ME
Jun 25, 2023, 7:53:55 AM6/25/23
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On Sunday, 25 June 2023 at 00:49:21 UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Saturday, June 24, 2023 at 11:35:17 PM UTC-4, MIchael Peadragon wrote:
> > Ed Rochester had often said
> > He'd put a bullet in Dance's head.
> > When Edward called on Mr. Dance
> > The latter screamed and shit his pants.
> >
> > - Michael Peadragon
> I've never been called a "Peadragon" before -- and I'm a bit confused as to what it's supposed to mean.
>
> If you're going for a plant,
Michael, is that like a MEatpuppet?wouldn't "Snapdragon" be a better choice?
> On Saturday, June 24, 2023 at 11:35:17 PM UTC-4, MIchael Peadragon wrote:
> > Ed Rochester had often said
> > He'd put a bullet in Dance's head.
> > When Edward called on Mr. Dance
> > The latter screamed and shit his pants.
> >
> > - Michael Peadragon
> I've never been called a "Peadragon" before -- and I'm a bit confused as to what it's supposed to mean.
>
> If you're going for a plant,
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 25, 2023, 10:15:07 AM6/25/23
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On Saturday, June 3, 2023 at 4:14:36 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
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Till Death Do Us Part
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Ignore me
if I unzip and piss on all
you cherish
for I can be ornery
at times
though loving
when the day runs right;
a perfect union
out of tended dirt.
Beware the title of
"Up Yours";
those clouds have gathered
and my poke in God's eye
can disturb those
with bloody knees
in search of grace.
I'll tempt your prone
midnight sheer
as I ravish flesh and blood,
fornicating
with the exclamation point
of carnal greed.
Foolish at times
wanting to bring the flash
of smile to your day,
though the bacon is burned
and roof leaks
yesterday's storm.
We've said I do's
in sickness and in health
and it's not all
kisses and roses
as blank we started,
knowing the journey
could bring a yawn
with a new day.
If asked, I'd marry you again,
for it's found there
whether the day be bright
or stormy.
Edward Rochester Esq
Michael Pendragon
Jun 25, 2023, 8:27:26 PM6/25/23
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FAR AND AWAY
Far and away, beyond forgotten hills
Where barefoot children chase the setting sun,
A gypsy traveler plays a tune that fills
The spaces in between the rising stars.
Far and away, where childhood dreams are spun
From antique laces, seven-stringed guitars
And scents of gingerbread on harvest night
When long-legged spiders strive to catch the moon;
I spied a figure in the fading light,
Old as the woods, his face a witching rune
Carved from the bones of Cain when earth was new
And serpents taught men secret names to spell.
But as the shadows fell he passed from view,
And journeyed on to breach the gates of Hell
Or search night's forests for some sacred stone,
His gnarled hands seemed hewn from ancient pine.
I waited in the dark till Dian shone
A silver beacon from her cloud-bound shrine,
Far and away, beyond the world I've known --
So far beyond this little life of mine.
-- Michael Pendragon
*****
Far and away, beyond forgotten hills
Where barefoot children chase the setting sun,
A gypsy traveler plays a tune that fills
The spaces in between the rising stars.
Far and away, where childhood dreams are spun
From antique laces, seven-stringed guitars
And scents of gingerbread on harvest night
When long-legged spiders strive to catch the moon;
I spied a figure in the fading light,
Old as the woods, his face a witching rune
Carved from the bones of Cain when earth was new
And serpents taught men secret names to spell.
But as the shadows fell he passed from view,
And journeyed on to breach the gates of Hell
Or search night's forests for some sacred stone,
His gnarled hands seemed hewn from ancient pine.
I waited in the dark till Dian shone
A silver beacon from her cloud-bound shrine,
Far and away, beyond the world I've known --
So far beyond this little life of mine.
-- Michael Pendragon
*****
NancyGene
Jun 26, 2023, 9:12:27 AM6/26/23
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God’s Gun
by NancyGene
You go through life hurting others.
You’re hated by many and loved by none.
People ask how you can still exist,
When good is supposed to triumph.
God has a plan to deal with such as you.
You cannot escape from Him.
Do your evil--
Death holds God’s gun to your head.
by NancyGene
You go through life hurting others.
You’re hated by many and loved by none.
People ask how you can still exist,
When good is supposed to triumph.
God has a plan to deal with such as you.
You cannot escape from Him.
Do your evil--
Death holds God’s gun to your head.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 26, 2023, 12:55:33 PM6/26/23
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The Last Pillow
No more recollections
of days gone by -- grey strands
remain cool to the touch
as silk has replaced animation.
They file by, looking down
at what is to be -- a powdered photograph
frozen in time.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Edward Rochester Esq.
Jun 27, 2023, 9:43:10 PM6/27/23
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Walk Away
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How is it I know you better
than you know you?
Beware that tangle
in life's forest, it can leave you
vulnerable to predators
wanting only to tear into flesh
leaving pulverized bone
scattered by the wind,
blinding those looking for
individuality, but find
only echoes in caves.
I have no answers,
only experience,
advising eyes and ears
that do more than see
or hear --
peel the layers,walk away
if need be, untouched by
by those who want
nothing more
but to savage your soul.
by Edward Rochester Esq.
Ash Wurthing
Jun 27, 2023, 11:59:33 PM6/27/23
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Modern Madmen
Behind the barricades of your control
tenacious undercurrents erode the foundations
of the bulwarks of what you brutishly extol-
enforced beliefs to blindly bind your vexations.
A swelling of sentiments not content with your inflexibility
a ponderous deluge to wash away the rule of past victories
the barriers erected to vainly forestall this inevitability
of your bastions becoming ruins in the river of history
Each new generation will progress while you regress
How odd, this thing titled 'mankind' for 'man and 'kind'
never seem to mesh in the books titled 'History' --
we do know that the jackboots broke necks of those
first learning to speak -- so the silence remains, the bulldozers
smoke out there anger and push limbs back to before birth,
twisted elbows that will never hug a flower, as if the answer is slaughter
and yes we progressed, flattened two cities, burned the flesh
of those picking vegetables for supper until the white flag
begged the end.
Do we look at the generational hand down of annihilation?
A gene misplaced behind the slaughter of whoever is in the crosshairs?
Perhaps we follow the footsteps back to the caves and grunts.
~~ Ash Wurthing ~~ Edward Rochester Esq.
Behind the barricades of your control
tenacious undercurrents erode the foundations
of the bulwarks of what you brutishly extol-
enforced beliefs to blindly bind your vexations.
A swelling of sentiments not content with your inflexibility
a ponderous deluge to wash away the rule of past victories
the barriers erected to vainly forestall this inevitability
of your bastions becoming ruins in the river of history
Each new generation will progress while you regress
How odd, this thing titled 'mankind' for 'man and 'kind'
never seem to mesh in the books titled 'History' --
we do know that the jackboots broke necks of those
first learning to speak -- so the silence remains, the bulldozers
smoke out there anger and push limbs back to before birth,
twisted elbows that will never hug a flower, as if the answer is slaughter
and yes we progressed, flattened two cities, burned the flesh
of those picking vegetables for supper until the white flag
begged the end.
Do we look at the generational hand down of annihilation?
A gene misplaced behind the slaughter of whoever is in the crosshairs?
Perhaps we follow the footsteps back to the caves and grunts.
~~ Ash Wurthing ~~ Edward Rochester Esq.
Rachel
Jun 28, 2023, 12:47:27 AM6/28/23
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On Tuesday, June 6, 2023 at 9:36:59 AM UTC-7, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> I once hoped upon grandiose things
> and they applauded me as a dreamer
> Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
> but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
> and their bravado, which rang so hollow
> and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
> ~~Ash Wuthing
wow
> I once hoped upon grandiose things
> and they applauded me as a dreamer
> Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
> but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
> and their bravado, which rang so hollow
> and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
> ~~Ash Wuthing
wow
Rachel
Jun 28, 2023, 12:47:41 AM6/28/23
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On Tuesday, June 6, 2023 at 5:48:36 PM UTC-7, ME wrote:
seconded!
> On Tuesday, 6 June 2023 at 12:36:59 UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > I once hoped upon grandiose things
> > and they applauded me as a dreamer
> > Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
> > but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
> > and their bravado, which rang so hollow
> > and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
> > ~~Ash Wuthing
> Bump
> > I once hoped upon grandiose things
> > and they applauded me as a dreamer
> > Such lofty hopes borne upon waxen wings
> > but my sorrows, they dwelled deeper
> > and their bravado, which rang so hollow
> > and grandeur perished where I dwell in sorrow
> > ~~Ash Wuthing
seconded!
Rachel
Jun 28, 2023, 12:52:40 AM6/28/23
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Ash Wurthing
Jun 28, 2023, 2:05:46 AM6/28/23
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we have more in store, "interred in a hidden reliquery of lost dreams" is being sent out to respondents for next month...
ME
Jul 2, 2023, 9:49:29 AM7/2/23
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ME
Jul 3, 2023, 5:01:44 PM7/3/23
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ME
Jul 3, 2023, 5:06:40 PM7/3/23
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On Wednesday, 28 June 2023 at 00:47:41 UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
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