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Daddy Goose38
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0 posted 2011-09-16 10:41 AM




The Phishing scam


I’m in the bedroom of the old apt.
There has been some long and terrible event
And now sister is there.
She says do I want to play crab murphies,
Which is supposedly some card game.
But I don’t want to play cards.
I think of doing some wash.
As we talk, the room is slowly filling with water.
The water creeps to my waste and then to my neck.
I remember there is electrical equipment in there
And I could get electrocuted,
So I say we have to drain out the water.
But there is no drain in the bedroom floor.
I find and open a kitchen cabinet
And the water begins to drain out.
But food from the open cans
Has left a stinking, alluvial scum over everything.
I step outside, remembering the terrible event
And even though the Sun is shining now
I hear a song:
Another fogggggggggggggy day …
Another fogggggggggy day …


An old may brings me a fish pan
But I don’t know and ask if he means fishing.
He says for that you need a tackle box,
Not a fish pan,
And he sais:  there is one right next to you.
I say I don’t know anything about fishing,
That he will have to teach me everything,
Baiting, worming, everything.
They he says to take off my clothes.
He works fish line between two of my little toes and through my fingers,
So I have the line securely when a fish bites.
But does the fish bite my toes?
My hands are full; I can’t operate the hearing aid.
So I say I can’t hear him.
For a very long time, nothing happens.
Now I begin to hear others in our group complaining.
Where is the old may?
What do we do now?
What is going on?
he was going to teach us fishing?
What exactly is this place?
Many of us came from South America,
Africa, poor countries in the third world,
Walking for hundreds of miles over primitive, unpaved roads.
Now how the hell are we going to get home?
He was going to teach us fishing?
Have we been had?
We start yelling at the old man who isn’t there.
In anger and outrage we yell: It’s getting dark.
Darkness comes quickly in the tropics.
It’s getting dark! … HEY It’s getting dark! …
“fishing?”

Jaime

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Sunshine
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1 posted 2011-09-17 09:03 PM


Wow...what a powerful dream/poem Jaime.
You continue to astound me, reaching out
to only reach within. Your insights are
terribly strange and resonant, and I thank
you for being so brave as to share, my dear
friend.

Thank you, for continuing to teach the
rest of us, what it is like to be whole.

Hugs, K

katahdin
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2 posted 2011-09-17 09:11 PM


Wow, what a dream or was it a nightmare. Anyway, thanks for sharing.
Kat >^..^<

P.S. Did you see the poem I posted for you called "Daddy's Goose".

Margherita
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3 posted 2011-09-18 05:54 AM


I think it's a great idea to write down dreams (or visions) such like these ... There are questions implicated and answers to find ...

Very nice work. Better fishing than phishing!

Love,
Margherita

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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4 posted 2011-09-20 10:46 AM


Wild and wacky it is classic you.
Lori

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