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When Diamonds Are Forever (rev. 2 - posted by request)
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When Diamonds Are Forever (rev. 2 - posted by request) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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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 startled threads of ache still flashing red reflected from deep inside my brain, as if raw 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, any day's predictors scattered at each dawn like reading tea leaves for tomorrow or puzzling over entrails drawn out from a day gone by, a day I may have sacrificed to stand upon its bones to reach the sky, or at least to grasp the fetal edge of yet another day. No more do I share prophecies, except as party tricks and as guidance for fools who think it helps if they die rich; I squandered energy the way the sun consumes itself, the way I redistributed wealth in my own private sort of class war never realizing there would come a time when I would have not more than all I have. Today is Saint 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 images in stone carved 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 agonies of soul that plagued your thoughts and left us with this very strange holiday of sorts and fantasies that supports candy stores and jewelers, and caves where Hallmark cards are sold like dispensations to hopeful masses wishing for redemption, for living in a world where skies can turn to blue. ©2008 by icebox To the person who requested this poem: Sorry - this poem, about Valentine's Day, no longer is acceptable to the censors here and therefore I can not comply with the request to repost it. icebox [This message has been edited by Nan (02-16-2008 07:50 AM).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
That's odd... I found two instances of this poem's being posted in previous years. In 2004- /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=88&topic=001121 In 2007 - /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=103&topic=000896 I found no indication in any discussion forum that it had been deemed unpostable. Happy Valentine's Day...  |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Yes, that is why I thought it odd. perhaps the foolish love police this year found it objectionable. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
thanks for the links Nan I appreciate being able to read this perfection of writing |
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Ron
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
I'm curious, icebox, what makes you think the poem is "no longer acceptable" or "objectionable?" Did one of our Moderators tell you that? Did the software object? (I just posted the full content of your earlier poem as a test; the software didn't flag anything as unacceptable. Of course, even if it did, I'm sure you realize the inherent fallibility of computer intelligence and would bring any questionable calls to the attention of a human? The last thing any of us want is software running our community.) |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I went to the link and read this poem for the first time. I always read your poems over and over again, IceBox because they have so many layers of thought to them. This one is one of your best. Truth can be harsh sometimes but also very refreshing and cleansing. Ida |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Silly software.. Perhaps this will be better? Let's enjoy this for another few days, shall we? |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
wonderful sentiments here Mr Ice... enjoyed love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you Nan and thank you Ron. You two work hard to make this place as great as it is; mystery and magic make life interesting...at times. *smile* Thank you all for your comments on this public display of (almost) unrequited like. c. |
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