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0 posted 07-06-2001 11:00 PM       View Profile for Brad   Email Brad   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Brad

They'd finally let me move to the top,
To that high rise apartment building,
The one where pigeons grow families,

Where that afternoon, I sat on my veranda,
Enjoying my comfortable lounge chair,
Indulged myself in a glass of cognac,
And breezed a book of complex poetry:

"Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality."

But a vibration centered up the street
Interrupted my incomprehension,
And my table, consummated cigar,
And snifter -- they began to attack me
In swells of gray ash and alcohol.

Humiliated, I gripped the safety rail and saw
The nose that thrust in front of two dark eyes,
The tail that raised itself from behind,
A body that was turquoise on top and gray below.
I ducked to avoid my head being taken off
By the wing that flew across my balcony:
A seven-forty-seven jumbo jet

Cruised slowly down the corridor,
that space between the skyscrapers,
But just as I saw it fly away
Another came from behind.
I saw fourteen hundred biding their time,
In line to ruin what was left of mine.

Then I saw my father, further down the hill.
He was on a roof of a Burger King
Smiling at me, a knowing smile, he returned
To reading his Popular Science magazine.
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1 posted 07-07-2001 08:33 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Good gosh Brad...what WAS in that cognac? The imagery of the pigeon from bird to 747 was very well done....

and for some reason, I have no doubt your father read Popular Science...

as for CA....I'll leave that to little K....for I am sitting here smiling too broadly at the whole thing to be of much help.
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2 posted 07-07-2001 03:54 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre


I remember this one ...  

... and while I like the new part about the birds, I have to admit that I was still looking for Yeats in there somewhere.  I know you got a bit of flack for using a quote from "The Second Coming" when first you wrote this, but personally I thought that bit gave this piece the sense of foreboding that it needs.

I still like it as it is, though ... the line about the Burger King is especially clever.  I never would have thought to use something like that to signify a "humble home" -- but you did it, and it works.  

Thanks for resurrecting this.
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3 posted 07-07-2001 05:41 PM       View Profile for furlong   Email furlong   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for furlong


First Yeats, now Eliot!  But a quote that seems to contribute more than before, and a poem that I much prefer to the first(?) draft way back (not that I was around of course!)

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4 posted 07-11-2001 11:17 AM       View Profile for warmhrt   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for warmhrt


I enjoyed this immensely...very, very cleverly done. Life at the bottom (or on the other side) is not always what it seems in our dreams.

Thanks for an entertaining peek into Brad's "Inferno",


"It is wisdom to know others;
It is enlightenment to know one's self" - Lao Tzu

[This message has been edited by warmhrt (edited 07-11-2001).]

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5 posted 07-11-2001 02:09 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

well Brad looks like the bird's gave you a hard enough time without me joining in and peaking at your poetry, so i will just say enjoyed this poem a lot.

"Here I am in prison,here I am with a ball and chain There is whiskey in the jar-o" Traditional irish song.

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6 posted 07-13-2001 01:22 AM       View Profile for hush   Email hush   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for hush

A little bit of father knows best in there? I really like this; try as I might to find something I'd change, I can't. I especially like how the bit about breezing the complex poetry can tie in with the idea of breezing the high life- that is, playing the part of sophistication without truly understanding it... dowsides and all... still smiling about your dad's Popular Science... lol. Good poem.

everything's fine.

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7 posted 04-26-2008 03:43 AM       View Profile for Seoulair   Email Seoulair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seoulair

Now I really like the first version. I don't like to hear Bird's talk.

have you ever had an experience of living in high building?

In my friend's apartment at 19, I saw beautiful city street and parks and the air pollution.

I don't remember where I felt swing at the high tower building.

still enjoyed.

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