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Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

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0 posted 2002-03-21 10:32 PM

The ceiling fans spun
Lazy circles that stirred less air
Than stale beer and unwashed body smell
But at least they turned
Giving me something to look at
Other than the way she was staring

Her eyes weren't hard
But flint would be more forgiving

I finally asked her if she wanted a beer
She nodded
Presented me a smile that told me
She was used to being paid for the attention
And joined my table

Later,
I saw the lines
She followed across a glass pane
With a rolled dollar bill
And noticed they matched the ones around her eyes

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

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Portland, Oregon

1 posted 2002-03-21 10:41 PM

WOW!!! Oh my gosh, you are always such a marvelous story-teller, I just love all your heart has to speak to us all! (big huggsssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, it is always a delight to read your words! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Cpat Hair

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2 posted 2002-03-21 10:45 PM

Thanks again Noah... you always have the nicest things to say to everyone..and I know it doesn't go unnoticed

Poet deVine

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3 posted 2002-03-21 10:51 PM

Excellent write..gritty and real. I enjoyed it.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

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4 posted 2002-03-21 10:51 PM

Her eyes weren't hard
But flint would be more forgiving
=================================

that is one waay cool line...
left such an image and impact.
but then your "words of few" always do

Of all the things in me I could never be,
of the true I kept hidden from view,
the best parts of my heart ...
were the ones touched by you.

jm

Cpat Hair

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5 posted 2002-03-21 10:54 PM

Poet... thank you for the words... always appreciated

Janet... have to understand flint to truly understand that line... knowing where you are, I am pretty sure you understand flint.
Thanks again fo rthe nice words. Always appreciated

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

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British Columbia, Canada

6 posted 2002-03-22 01:24 AM

It sure is in the eyes, no glint, void of actual reality. I could write a whole long poem about someone with those eyes of which you speak, but you did it well comparing it to flint, Captain. Mightly realistic and raw poetry, and about time there was more of this, could serve as warnings for the vulnerable. Kudos on this one.

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
~* Albert Einstein *~

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

7 posted 2002-03-22 06:35 AM

A very descriptive observation...in the way only you seem able to deliver...

Nan

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Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

8 posted 2002-03-22 07:48 AM

Excellent piece, Cap'n Sir... I do enjoy your work - You always have something wonderfully introspective on your poetic plate. This one is a true eye-opener... Nicely done..

Cpat Hair

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9 posted 2002-03-22 07:59 AM

Thank Sunshine..appreciate the words..glad you dropped in.

Nan..from you high praise indeed..my humble thanks

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla

10 posted 2002-03-22 08:07 AM

Cpat Hair,
Wonderful write, enjoyed the read.

Cpat Hair

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11 posted 2002-03-22 08:10 AM

Thanks Seymour..appreciate the comment

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