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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
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How do you define, a rock? Is it something big like the one in Gibraltar, or is it a bothersome grain of sand that an oyster turned into a pearl that now dangles, around the soft nape of your neck. Is it a wart on the face of a cliff that decides to run down a hill one day creating a race with every other kid rock on the mountain, or is it a cube of ice that is turning into steam as it is slowly run up, and down, your shuddering bare body? Is it a type of music that epitomized, my generation or is it a piece of crack that epitomizes the sadness of your’s that mine helped start. Is it a piece of hard sweet candy that you suck on in your mouth till your toes start to curl and pucker, or is it a piece of coal jammed and squeezed between the thighs of the earth into the diamond of a ring held forward in a small box by a man on one knee frozen, in the fate of his own destiny. What is a tear when it doesn’t fall on our cheek because something is in our eye? What is laughter when we find ourselves laughing at our saddest moment? What is gasping, when the world chokes us because our soul ran out of air? What is smiling when the day of our life is done and we close our eyes in contentment for the last time? When is the bill due for the streetlights in the sky and how long do those light bulbs last anyway. And did we replace them with compact fluorescent lamps! When did the rule come down that we are born with innocence but that we can’t keep it forever? When does charity start at home when the, earth is our home ? When do the rainbows stop moving everytime I run after them? Where does the wind go when the clouds run out of breath? Where is the street paved of gold that we follow to the land Of Ozborne ? Where is that Waldo cat anyway and where in the heck is, my MTV? Where did the horses go and all the Native Americans too for that matter? Where is the blue baloon I let go when I was four years old. did the sky adopt it and give it a good home ? Who, is mending the rips in this space time fabric we keep hearing about? I don’t feel like falling through. You heard what happened to the Fifth Dimension! Who, stole my quarter when I was in second grade. I was going to buy Stacey an ice cream after school. That might have changed my whole life? I really liked her. Who hung the poor little cat in the pear orchard behind our house and just left him there in the tree, to die. I hadn’t thought about that in all these years till now and it still haunts me. Why, why… why, would anyone ever, want to do something as mean and cruel as that. Why do we have to have so much damn Evil in this world? Why can’t we have more happiness, and compassion? What in the name of all that is sacred and just is so difficult about that ? Who, what, why, when, where and, how do we find such answers and, understandings? Sometimes I think their all around us. Their with us on the beach when the ocean waves, at your child. Their with us in the night when a star winks at us from above making us feel that someone is listening, and that things are going to be alright. Their with us with the song the branches make when the feathers of the trees start their morning serenade. This, thing someone once decided to call, poetry, its us and everything else all around, right? It’s in the stalks of corn that lend an ear to our hunger. Its in the black eyed peas that fight for our sustenance and keep an eye on our health when we don’t. It’s the angel hair pasta that gives us grace at the table, and, the elbow macaroni that gives us a nudge when we’ve consumed too much. It’s in the lady finger cookies that point the way to things sweet and simple. It’s in the navel oranges that trickle off our ching and tickle our fancy. It’s in the artichokes that remind us about the heart of sharing. It’s the fillet of soul that whispers, who we are. It’s all these little things and so much more. It’s the garden of being we sow, into each other. |
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Richy...rock is a verb...and you DO!  |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Haha, thanks Mike, I even have some in my head, ouch, it only hurts when I type that I'm moving my head, ouch, dang it I did it again! |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
love your poetry |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
And I your's Helen. Where have you been? You've been missed, so get your little rump over here and share something with us Hope all is going swell. Richard |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Amazing stuff, dear Richy! A keeper no doubt. Going to read it once more. It's long ... but you called it "Garden" and I breathe some truly fresh air of some truly awesome mind here. Love, Margherita  |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Haha, thanks Margy, your comments always mean alot to me. I hope life is being very kind to you. Richard |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
i think you are amazing. latearrival |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
I think you are too! |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Loved your garden! Enjoyed! Kat >^..^< To live is to love |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thanks Kitty, ruff ruff! |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
I never read such a wonderful and interesting garden before. Well enjoyed. |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Ken - Thanks friend I appreciate your time and review. |
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