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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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Oh Jack Where have you been? We miss you And certainly, our children do You were “box office” those many years ago Ubiquitous, and had all the juicy roles You were, in short, The Leonardo DiCaprio of fairy tale And now, hardly a mention I remember you as a child star Furtive, in a darkened corner Eating pilfered pie with your fingers Or in more rambunctious parts Nimble and quick, showing off With athletic aplomb An “action hero” in your prime In a classic quest for redemption Outwitting a giant, taking his treasure As an older man, rail thin and pleased Happily living with his full-bottomed wife Devouring life between them I met Another Jack back then, too The one-eyed kind A second grader from across town A mysterious place to kids like me Where dads, when there was one Didn’t have jobs The playgrounds were streets Clothing and toys were catch as catch can So, for part of your lunch, or money to buy one Jack would lift his black pirates’ patch And give you a glimpse That what was hiding behind it Was simply another riddle A fable without rhyme A parable lacking reason A dark red rawness, deep in his head |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Jack was nimble much too quick jumping over candlesticks and passing greenery too slow Jack fell down he scoffed the crown and Jill she offered medi-stick and laughing scenery too fast Mother Goose was much too loose and Jim? he killed the duck. (that makes sense to somebody) grin? I miss y'yeti... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Yep, it's a bit of an unsettling night, here too. I think it's the relentless dreariness of this winter and the thought that there's so much more of it still to come. Nice surprise this was, Ed. Glad I stopped 'round the fire tonight...  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
sigh you've gotta do this more often, this decoupage stuff |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
or bowling |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
The places and events names bring -- very interesting reading, Ed. BTW, Happy 2006! ...jo |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
When you told me of Jack, you never told me of his alter ego's or the winding paths he would take, then again, I guess that only happens in your head there Mr. Rose. A beautiful thing, indeed. It is so good to see you in here. I miss your writing. (Billy Collins ---> pshaw) But here: Was simply another riddle A fable without rhyme A parable lacking reason A dark red rawness, deep in his head You describe life itself so very clear. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ed, each and every poem that you write, is a perfect "Rose".  ~ with each petal to be appreciated and enjoyed!  Linda |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I'm gonna beg you, Ed....PLEASE do a HOBO POEM FOR ME. (I could hear your voice as I read through the terminology.) Um, I mean that as a compliment. And I miss hearing your voice, too.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent write here Ed... You have been SO missed here at Passions. May we ask for more please? Hugs~Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
wranx Your tale has a mercury feel, with a quick silver appeal. Enjoyed |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
you see life in such an unfiltered way.. it makes those of us that don't, want to follow close behind so all the debris gets cut away.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Wranx... I may have been one of the first to have read this, earlier this morning. But...you laid so many Jacks on the table, I had to go through my own hand to see if I had any left, or if, perhaps, were I to play Old Maid, I could match you, somehow, for the memories you splayed before us. The compliments, responses, comments, are on the table, Sir... but to this, I add my story of memories, and would not up the ante, but just thank you for the game of memory, and allow that you should deal another hand... for the hoboes. . |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I have read this three times over the past day....each time taking a different feeling away with me....indeed poetry Ed.....  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Karen? I just told him the same thing about the Hobo poem . . . because you damn well know he will pull it off beyond anything we can imagine. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Waiting... |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
*nudge* . . . me tooooo (Oh I'm in trouble now, ain't I) |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
LOL ROFL hahahaha This is the 3rd of your posts I have discovered. First was your Tuesdays poem. I became an instant fan. Then...Your "End of Time", and all I could do was ::bow:: Now this... And I must laugh! I have to laugh! I am so impressed ! I mean deep to the marrow of my bone and core of my soul...IMPRESSED !!!! I laugh because, this is a very rare phenomenon for me. Should it continue, I face the fear of granting you "guru" status. LOL But, I MUST continue. Regardless... Thank you for touching me so ! As I am about to move on, in search of more of your posts... Thank you for these prior 3 that have impressed me so much and brought such pleasure into the moment of SEEING. LOL If my life was not already filled with blessings overflowing... These alone... LOL ... Have been worth the price of admission. ::bows:: |
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PouringJewels Member
since 2003-09-18
Posts 158Maryland |
Maybe Jack ate too much fat or he fell down a hill or got burned or fell down the beanstock or the house he built crashed down on him, I guess he wasnt that nimble. |
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