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When Diamonds Are Forever

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icebox
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in the shadows


0 posted 02-14-2004 08:10 AM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox


The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think,
too realized,
the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,
maybe this color is diluted
from the threads of headache
still flashing red
from deep inside my brain,
as if the color by itself
is trying to explode my head;
when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks  
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,
I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed the wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than I have.  

Today is Valentine's festival of foolishness.  
Valentine the pagan,
Valentine the pederast,
Valentine the twisted monk
drawing imagery in sacred texts
that almost had him burned alive,
and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.
You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve the agonies of soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and fantasies
that supports the candy stores and jewelers,
and the caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to the hopeful wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where the sky has turned to blue.

          2004 by icebox
© Copyright 2004 icebox - All Rights Reserved
nakdthoughts
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Between the Lines


1 posted 02-14-2004 08:30 AM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,


well ,well...you have left me speechless(something few can do)

I understand and feel every word

M
Bill Charles
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highways, & byways, for now


2 posted 02-14-2004 08:36 AM       View Profile for Bill Charles   Email Bill Charles   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bill Charles

icebox - many true thoughts here, enjoyed reading this one...

BC
Janet Marie
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3 posted 02-14-2004 08:37 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

whoa!!!!!!!
and I thought I hated the faked expectations and forced intentions of this plastic day.

to say this is an awesome poem is an understatment.

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think
to realized the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,

~~~

the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

~~~~~


I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
~~~

drawing imagery in sacred texts
that almost had him burned alive,
and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.
You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve the agonies of soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and fantasies
that supports the candy stores and jewelers,
and the caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to the hopeful wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where the sky has turned to blue.


most impressive outpouring poet sir.




Well I cant say what I might believe ...
but if God made you ... he's in love with me.

5 for fighting
Martie
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4 posted 02-14-2004 10:05 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

icebox

"I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day."

I enjoyed this poem with my first cup of coffee...thank you.  The sky is down today, here.  I think I'll stick my finger into it and stir.

So, does this mean I shouldn't wish you a happy valentine's day?  *hug*  

Seymour Tabin
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5 posted 02-14-2004 10:14 AM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

icebox
Yes, stranger than fiction. Excellent write.
Margherita
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Eternity


6 posted 02-14-2004 11:36 AM       View Profile for Margherita   Email Margherita   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Margherita

And so you succeeded in touching the hearts on Valentine's day!
Brilliant write.
There are crazy aspects to this day, but no words of love are ever wasted.
And .... you matter to the world! Whether you believe it or not!
Love and hugs. Margherita
serenity blaze
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7 posted 02-14-2004 12:18 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

"No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks  
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,"

Well, I hope you continue to share anyway. But yes, it's opnly through the search for truth that the strength to um, metabolize it, comes.



Thanks for summing it up so artfully.

You are a wonder.
iliana
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8 posted 02-16-2004 10:51 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Icebox -- have to agree with you about the frivolity of the day, despite the fact I like to be acknowledged at least one time a year -- guess I should get over that.  Anyway, back to your poem -- reading your poetry is like reading a really good novel that I just can't put down once I've started.
passing shadows
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displaced


9 posted 02-17-2004 04:13 AM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

I sit in awe of you
Nan
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10 posted 02-17-2004 08:11 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Going back for another read...
Cpat Hair
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11 posted 02-17-2004 08:30 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks  
and as guidance for the fools

well said sir.. as usual... you avoid the one liners that I seem prone to...and instead weave the whole as something real and heartfelt.. showing depths..no glimpses of depths.. long hidden and reclusive..

always a pleasure to read you.. and I always walk away with thoughts I didn't have before I opened the piece...

BluesSerenade
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since 10-23-2001
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By the Seaside


12 posted 02-17-2004 02:38 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

Blue skies will prevail long after the day of reckoning so to speak.
You offer so much to ponder, so very eloquently.  

You are such a talented poet icebox,
I sit in silent awe and applause~

Robert Frazier
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13 posted 02-17-2004 03:18 PM       View Profile for Robert Frazier   Email Robert Frazier   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Robert Frazier

i almost feel akward in my praise...
still, you have all mine.

R
Grover
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14 posted 02-17-2004 03:26 PM       View Profile for Grover   Email Grover   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Grover's Home Page   View IP for Grover

Astounding! An amazing write, excellent images and metaphors! Grover.
Janet Marie
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15 posted 02-14-2006 04:33 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

this poem will always come to mind when
the cliche of this day needs to be purged...
a testament to the powerful writing.  

"This medium is over-run with keyboard prophets & poets ...
who believe their every word profound."

internet quote

nakdthoughts
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16 posted 02-14-2008 09:25 AM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

searched out and reread just because~~

M
Margherita
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17 posted 02-14-2008 01:01 PM       View Profile for Margherita   Email Margherita   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Margherita

I would reply in the same way as I did then ...

 
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