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07-04-2013, 12:24 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 11:43 AM)Zat Wrote:  
(07-04-2013 11:18 AM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Old Man

Old man full of wisdom,
Unable or unwilling
To tolerate fools,
Hides behind riddles
And poems.

Heart

Young Man

Young man full of intelligence
and no illusion...
...knows how to appreciate
and old curmudgeon's 'wisdom'

Heart

Yup

Yup.

I am us and we is me. ... bitches.
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07-04-2013, 12:44 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 12:49 PM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
The misanthrope

When I was young and ignorant
I had many illusions,
I was a happier man.

I wouldn't undo all the learning,
but now I have to limp along
the best I can...

...knowing how insane humans are
as they destroy beauty, life, potential
and knowing that it will continue, without letup,
as long as more than one of us
is alive on the planet...

...and there is nothing
I can do
about that.

Sad
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07-04-2013, 01:13 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 12:44 PM)Zat Wrote:  The misanthrope

When I was young and ignorant
I had many illusions,
I was a happier man.

I wouldn't undo all the learning,
but now I have to limp along
the best I can...

...knowing how insane humans are
as they destroy beauty, life, potential
and knowing that it will continue, without letup,
as long as more than one of us
is alive on the planet...

...and there is nothing
I can do
about that.

Sad

The optimist

When I was young and ignorant
I had many illusions,
I was a happier man.

I wouldn't undo all the learning,
but now I have to limp along
the best I can...

...knowing how insane humans are
as they create beauty, life, potential
and knowing that it will continue, without letup,
as long as more than one of us
is alive on the planet...

...and there is nothing
I can do
about that.

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07-04-2013, 01:17 PM
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You are right, Girly, the cup is half full!!!

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07-04-2013, 02:27 PM
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And, yes, there are redeeming factors.

I just watched a “Doctor Who” episode (from the David Tennant series) – so much imagination, so much creativity, so much humanity – all this against the backdrop of stupidity and brutality – who knows who will win at the end?

Jared Diamond is guardedly optimistic in “Collapse”.

Who am I to pronounce the last word?

However, I won’t be here to see it.

The best of luck to you all.
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07-04-2013, 02:42 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 02:27 PM)Zat Wrote:  And, yes, there are redeeming factors.

I just watched a “Doctor Who” episode (from the David Tennant series) – so much imagination, so much creativity, so much humanity – all this against the backdrop of stupidity and brutality – who knows who will win at the end?

Jared Diamond is guardedly optimistic in “Collapse”.

Who am I to pronounce the last word?

However, I won’t be here to see it.

The best of luck to you all.

You ain't dead yet, old man.

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07-04-2013, 03:59 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 04:20 PM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 02:42 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  You ain't dead yet, old man.

You ain’t dead yet

You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
hoping to cheer him up…
...but the bum didn’t wait
for the explanation,
but hit him for a buck
for a dram of whiskey,
to forget he was alive,
hoping the memory would fade
by the time the effect wore off.

Tongue
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08-04-2013, 09:39 PM (This post was last modified: 08-04-2013 10:13 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 03:59 PM)Zat Wrote:  
(07-04-2013 02:42 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  You ain't dead yet, old man.

You ain’t dead yet

You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
hoping to cheer him up…
...but the bum didn’t wait
for the explanation,
but hit him for a buck
for a dram of whiskey,
to forget he was alive,
hoping the memory would fade
by the time the effect wore off.

Tongue

Girly's Call

The tedium, the boredom,
it's overwhelming,
and I am only 50.
The banter with fools,
keeps me alive, engaged.
Manly's got a $1 million
bounty on my head.
Can't afford that much longer,
...
It's Girly's Call,
It's always been Girly's Call.

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09-04-2013, 05:41 AM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2013 05:58 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(08-04-2013 09:39 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  ...
The tedium, the boredom,
it's overwhelming,
...

We all have different ways of dealing with tedium, boredom.

Mine is a built-in companion: superbly intelligent, funny, entertaining, never-dull-for-a-second soul mate.

When you are old

When you are old,
you know how little sense it all makes.
What keeps you going
is a deeply felt oneness,
with Another…
…the answer to the riddle
of elusive human happiness.

When you are old,
choking back all the unshed tears
collected in a lifetime,
your hurt is wiped off
by the smile of one
who forgives you:
imperfect,
not what you pretend,
saving your fragile ego
from the rest.

When you are old,
and you have told
all your stories
to anyone who would listen,
your love will gently hold your hand
and ask you to tell, once more,
how you felt
when you met for the first time.

(Of course it helps that I am retired and don't have a job any more. When I did, I had my share of bantering with fools. Now I don't have to any more, it's strictly voluntary, only when I feel like it!)
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10-04-2013, 08:21 PM (This post was last modified: 13-04-2013 08:17 AM by Zat.)
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Cigarette break

The exhaustion washes over me
in nauseating waves
as I lean back in my chair, close my eyes...
...the yellow pool of the desk lamp's light
casts a shadow on the wall behind...
...my shade following my every move.

I light up, adding the tiny, dancing flame of the lighter
to the mood of mild apprehension,
brought into focus by the red glow of the cigarette.
A distant, racial memory of some ancient ritual,
flickering amber in the dark,
haunts the room inside.

Thoughts are nudged, herded in my mind,
trying to penetrate the veil of the past, of the future,
but all I am aware of is the present.
Maybe this moment is all I have,
without a before or an after...
...and yet, it is the future I would like to see
where my path will take me from here.

The future is approaching, closer,
with every heartbeat, with every blink of an eye,
and, as the smoke slowly wafts across the air,
so is my destiny, coming, ready to envelope me
in the yet unknown, hoped for, feared,
promising nothing, flowing, inexorably,
from future to past.

Work is awaiting, more tomorrows,
more hopes, struggles, victories, defeats...
Minutes arrive, then vanish behind me,
and whatever my fate is
will be a day closer tomorrow.
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