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LXXI.23. a mountain man considers the dismal plain

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Fri, 18 May 2012 09:02:26 -0500

I don’t do so much driving
about
like I used to, dog and me,
both, getting to old for all those
hours
on the road

thinking about
a trip to Mount Rushmore
in October,
but I’m also thinking
do I really want to park
my butt in a car seat through
the Texas Panhandle,
Oklahoma,
Kansas,
and, finally,
Nebraska
just to get to
South Dakota
to see some big-headed presidents
on a mountain top…

I’ve
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III-3 Security Breakdown

bill.backstrom@yahoo.com (Bill_Back) — Fri, 18 May 2012 10:17:27 -0500

It is Friday and my mind is stranger than normal. So continuing from the office based poem yesterday I decided to do one on passwords as I had to change mine this week, (required quarterly). And no, the gremlins have not bred any new erasers and my stapler has resisted the urge to scurry into an alternate time-space dimension.

Security Breakdown
By Bill Backstrom

Artichokes and keystrokes
Special
...

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XXV.11 Funny

conniededona@gmail.com (connied) — Sat, 19 May 2012 12:37:14 -0500

Funny

Farting
Ubiquitous
Nerd
Nicely
Yawns

Humorous comic
shows off personality
highly engaging

Chicken skin humor
hides in deep dark recesses
smell gives it away.

Comedy well-drawn
is a picture on a wall
middle finger, up
and you don’t care that it’s you
that they are poking fun at.

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IX.8 Our new festivals

miradesai@gmail.com (Mira D) — Fri, 18 May 2012 14:20:13 -0500

Look
at the festivals we now celebrate
a release from bitter bonds
a tally of life debts
a shrugging off of life baggage
a step into freedom.
lite.

this evening we celebrated a friend's receivership of her home as a part of her impending divorce.

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LXXXIII - 9 A Solution

alicefolkart@gmail.com (AJFolkart) — Sat, 19 May 2012 04:44:10 -0500

LXXXIII - 9 A Solution

Wimples hide dimples
divested of dividends
all come to bad ends
and get the bends
coming up too fast.
In the deep
we reap what we sew
every stitch a know,
no snow down there,
no tortise, no hare,
the bottom bare
of life as we know it.

So it seems
that even reams
of words
won't solve a thing.

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LXXI.24. cave painting

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Sat, 19 May 2012 09:50:11 -0500

you watch
people die all around you
and one day realize
that most of the people
important to you in your life
have passed on

and more pass every day

and you realize
death is not an aberration
but the natural terminus of life,
where we go
when we finally grow up,
when, unlike the young
who believe death
is a dark-robed creature
that jumps out of your closet
at midnight,
you understand
that
...

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XV-2 Humility

blueline@goobertree.com (dancuddy) — Sat, 19 May 2012 08:50:38 -0500

(theme from Urbanite Aug 2006)

you must begin with a mirror
notice the flaws
the chipped tooth
the chicken pox scar
the dreamy look in the eye
the self-consciousness

but you must not just denigrate
flagellate
you must see the universe and God
(whatever HE/SHE/IT is)
within you

and yet you must be a leaf on the tree
tossed by wind, caressed by sun
sprinkled, lashed with rain
and so particularly
...

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III-2 Erasers

bill.backstrom@yahoo.com (Bill_Back) — Thu, 17 May 2012 13:35:23 -0500

With the dissapearance of a minor item at work, this poem was born.

Erasers
By Bill Backstrom

Two erasers,
missing,
one per mechanical pencil
There last week
gone yesterday
Where did they go?
Gremlins?
Disgruntled cleaning staff?
Shifts in the universal fabric?
I don’t know

I didn’t use them up
or throw them away
They were inserted
for heaven’s sakes
In the pencils
on my desk
Not sure if
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II.18 Opt-out Consequences

marthagalphin@hotmail.com (marthagg) — Fri, 18 May 2012 08:49:28 -0500

Opt-out Consequences

Is there no initiative in your ignition
no inflection nor infection
no invitation nor remuneration
no sauce and no gander
no fetchback or eyewonder
no doubleclicks, no wondrous chicks
no bursts, no serfs
no channel intelligence,
nor sleuthing poetic sense?
But Hop, Skip, and Jump
have come home to roost
and ask, who?
Who killed Cocky Robin?
Not I, a far cry, replies the exhumed,
What
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XV-1 Awe

blueline@goobertree.com (dancuddy) — Fri, 18 May 2012 09:57:09 -0500

( Awe was a topic of the July 2006 publication Urbanite-----I didn't submit anything to it. Okay, hopefully this series of poems will address themes from past magazines----poetry & otherwise----to which, in the majority, I didn't take the bait and submit anything at the time, or what I submitted was like a small fish & thrown back into the pond rejected. All the poems of this 30, as is the
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LXXI.22. church of the latter-day punk

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 17 May 2012 09:40:07 -0500

I was thinking
like a slow poem
today, something
that just ambled along,
taking forever
to get where it was going -
maybe not ever getting
there at all

but then I saw this woman
sitting in front of me,
an older woman, not as old
as me, but getting close,
hair dyed a kind of moldy-wheat-
field color, a wheat field
post-tornado’s passing, all sticking
up and about thisaway and that,
looking
...

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XXVI. 25. A New Slant

sternjrw001@hawaii.rr.com ('Ilima Stern) — Fri, 18 May 2012 18:02:50 -0500

Breakfast with a good
friend, put a new slant
on things. Perspective,
that’s all I needed to
set the world right.

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II.17 Lost the Day

marthagalphin@hotmail.com (marthagg) — Thu, 17 May 2012 23:48:29 -0500

Lost the Day

Scurried around for words
to provoke a thought;
for feelings to capture and convey;
but found nothing.
I’ve frightened them all away
and lost the day.

Martha

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IX--30 Writing Withdrawal

wvscheer@aol.com (WayneS) — Fri, 18 May 2012 13:24:33 -0500

THis set of thirty ends with perfect timing. As this poem explains, I'll be away for a little while.--Wayne

Writing Withdrawal

For the next ten days
I plan not to write.
Oh, I'll probably
Scribble notes to myself--
Cold turkey writing withdrawal
Can be dangerous, after all.
But the universe
Will see no verse from me,
No stories either.
I suspect the sun
Will remain in place,
The Earth in orbit,
While
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XXV.10 How do you make a chicken dance?

conniededona@gmail.com (connied) — Fri, 18 May 2012 21:06:42 -0500

How do you make a chicken dance?

First you need a salty farting chicken...
Two hammered Dijon pullets
sprinkled with Tabasco
pour over psycho hen
add mayo
mix well.
Step back
remove lens cap.

Yields
one dozen deviled eggs
three fighting chickens
and one crazy chick with a red boa
on the dance floor.

**

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XIV-20 Mom's New Life

judybnotes@gmail.com (hawkseye) — Sat, 19 May 2012 00:04:30 -0500

Not sure why this one landed on the page, I started a few others but my muse had her own ideas. Wonder if she'll continue it tomorrow or if I must wait a while???

Mom's New LIfe

At seventeen,
escape encouraged
her decision,
a wild whim,
marrying the man
known
by his letters,
army uniform,
a summer fling,
dancing, laughing,
playing at carnival games.

Escape
from an alcoholic dad,
confinement
in
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XXVI. 24. Hitting a Girl When She's Down

sternjrw001@hawaii.rr.com ('Ilima Stern) — Fri, 18 May 2012 03:27:08 -0500

My horoscope for today reads:
You might be causing your own
problems. Sometimes you cannot
help but reveal your feelings,
whether it is with a look or how
you approach a situation.

I really needed to read that
today of all days. A day
when I took my aunt to a
meeting with her financial
advisor and she undid all that
he’d accomplished since last
October. Thanks a lot for
putting it all on
...

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LXXXIII - 8 Responsibility

alicefolkart@gmail.com (AJFolkart) — Fri, 18 May 2012 04:04:04 -0500

LXXXIII - 8 Responsibility

Lunch with a friend,
will the world end
if I don't worry for a while?

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XIV-19 Sword of Courage

judybnotes@gmail.com (hawkseye) — Thu, 17 May 2012 23:02:18 -0500

Sword of Courage

A whirlwind looms,
a day of reckoning
nears, years
of salvaged, stored
keepsakes
must be purged.

I hesitate,
aware
sticky threads remain
woven within
and around
history’s remnants.

One touch
releases
a thousand wings,
they scatter, tangle,
confuse and bemuse,
rouse silent embers
of longing, sadness,
anguish and even joy.

But, it is not the pain
that I seek, nor the joy,
but
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XXV.9 Turning Over A New Leaf

conniededona@gmail.com (connied) — Thu, 17 May 2012 13:26:18 -0500

Turning Over A New Leaf

Life
brings a series of challenges
designed to
make you react
the test score
is determined
by
how well
you navigate the orange cones.
I observed this
when I learned how to ride
a motorcycle
this rubber meets the road reckoning
of a higher power.

Constant change
inspires you
to turn over
a new leaf
ready or not.
my energy consciousness
continues to rise
as I open the
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IX. 7. Lines

miradesai@gmail.com (Mira D) — Thu, 17 May 2012 08:17:42 -0500

That line of mountain-valley
Hovers over my day
an invisible charm
#
deft line strokes
haiku masterpieces.
in translation:
The effrontery!
enchantment crumples
#
lines on a map
hop, skip and jump
a ribbon to the horizon
sizzling asphalt

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IX--Save the Children

wvscheer@aol.com (WayneS) — Thu, 17 May 2012 10:09:16 -0500

Save the Children

Bit into my second Georgia peach of the season today,
Just as good as yesterday's--
Just as sweet, just as juicy,
Made my body tingle.
My God, did I tingle!
I worry about the effects of this fruit.
I shutter at the thought of my granddaughters
Exposed to such ecstasy before they're ready.
Georgia peaches should be classified as a gateway sex drug:
Children under the age of sixteen
...

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XIV-18 When the Winds Call My Name

judybnotes@gmail.com (hawkseye) — Wed, 16 May 2012 20:22:34 -0500

When the Winds Call My Name

A curtain flaps
against barriers,
her freedom
thwarted
by anchors
embedded into walls.

Swirls of pollen
dust the screens,
where wind’s games
tug and suck
mottled fabric
into intimate hugs.

“Flap – tap – whoosh”

Repeated,
a background beat,
steady, purposeful
reminder
of my own heart
banging at the bars
holding me to my work,
calling to me
for a day
of flying
...

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XXVI. 23. Writing Is A Sport

sternjrw001@hawaii.rr.com ('Ilima Stern) — Thu, 17 May 2012 02:11:39 -0500

“Writing is not an enigma. It is a sport.”

Natalie Goldberg inWild Mind

I’ve never been any good at sports.
I’m too short, too puny, too slow;
I’ve no upper body strength and
no lower body strength either.
I was always the last picked for
softball and basketball in P. E. I
cannot swim; throughout my life,
I’ve failed swim class countless
times, the most embarrassing was
at U. H.
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XXV.8 Damn Concert

conniededona@gmail.com (connied) — Wed, 16 May 2012 19:59:25 -0500

Damn Concert

Oh my aching back
get me an ALEVE!
On second thought- make it two
sigh
here’s the break down
and I still have two floors
in the house to go
BUT
my garage is vacuumed
the weight equipment wiped down
treadmill and recumbent bike polished
garage windows cleaned inside and out
one Gold Hyundai Sonata washed and vacuumed
anxiously awaiting a stay of execution
as the new owner
is due later
...

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