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a pretty shining requiem (You Never Can Tell)
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a pretty shining requiem (You Never Can Tell) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Ezekiel 25:17--as quoted from the movie, Pulp Fiction, spoken by the character: Jules: "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee." * * * I thought, perhaps "it's broken glass" a pretty shining requiem for a momentary rage another sign of post mortem-- flamboyances of tears that grin in spite of it in spite of them posturing between the bricks mortar prisming at risk of settling too soon and this is how my feet sparked glittering dancing decorated death amongst the tombs of recklessness second-lining handkerchiefs yellow fever casketless a town that never made much sense-- the port within the storm that is the cork that indicates that fish heads will gather scavengers-- where men were sold and women told that flesh was just appliances... the purpling of green to gold like verdigris of coppering processed in reverse this curse weighs upon a nation, birthed by piracy and plundering re-written in our history in blood of such indignities-- rape and rampage rioting against the native redman we are not what we were taught to be-- manifest of destiny we took the crown to smelt as "free"-- manacled ourselves in greed dancing on the bones to bleed our future from the past. I saw all of this and more and shed my shoes to dance the floor littered with the glitterings of all the tears I'd wept before when I was black when I was red when "Irishmen" were better dead-- and Jews were numbered on the wrist-- I closed my eyes and danced the twist I drank the wine I raised my fist praising Tarentino's Hell I denied descent and yelled-- "I never could tell!" Um, nope-- y'never can-- "tell"... * * * * * |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yanno, kiddo, I think this stage of life we're in right now is so absolutely marvelous. Ya seem to keep thinking, if only we knew and felt this when we were younger.... Outstanding poem, love the sound of the musical philosophy you share... and oh, by the way Good Morning  loved this a lot.... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
the port within the storm that is the cork that indicates that fish heads will gather scavengers-- where men were sold and women told that flesh was just appliances... always food for thought...my breakfast this morning   prayers and hope that you are coping...M |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Serenity~ Oh my girlie ... when you 'do The Twist' ... you REALLY DO THE TWIST ! All this ... from that ? AMAZING ! Hey ... cool glasses~  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well this one just socked me right in the gut...I like that love the new pic |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, Nope you never can tell, for history is written by the victor. You have rings on your fingers bells on your toes and write history that washes like cloths.  |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Goodness gracious Karen ! My head and my heart feel like they are about to explode. Hugs, Chrislane Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles ~ |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Karen...I see much in this masterpiece. Your upbringing, New Orleans traditions ie: Jazz Funerals, The levees that broke. Voodoo and its relationship with the creoles of Louisiana and slavery. Many other traditions. A condenced history of New Orleans and not knowing what is in store for the next hundred years. " You Never Can Tell "...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
where men were sold and women told that flesh was just ~*~ Tarantella, yes... the ubiquitous dance of life. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks all for reading--your generosity is much appreciated, as always. Love to all.  |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
sometimes you just nail it home and speak the gospel with grace |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
quote: Well I for one love it when you hunker down and get to reading something that stirs you. It seems to always surface a "feel" and think. I felt this and "thunk" it too.  Loved that part K. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
oh how beautiful you write |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Serenity, You constantly outdo yourself, and that takes some mighty high writing........ Loved this, martyjo |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karen....well darn...I want to say something clever, but I can't find it. Just know I think you're amazing..ok? |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Holy... um... cow, Karen, this is great. "Manifest of Destiny" ... you stole my line!!! I swear I have been working on a poem for, well just about forever it seems... since before I moved to Florida anyway, and that is the ending to one of the lines in it. Since you did such a remarkable job with it maybe I should just send you my poem and let you finish it for me. Lord knows it's going nowhere as it is. We truly do live in "a nation, birthed by piracy and plundering." Glad to see I am not the only one who shares this view. I've missed reading you K. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, Karen, just like I always feel reading you, how do you say it so well? Sad the truth about our country..and a fine way to say it. Sandra |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
a huge hug for m'sandra--you keep my number handy, k? and Michael? *laughing* BRING IT ON--and you know me--if something strikes me, I'm a match in an oil field-- I swear this crap just writes itself-- but I'd love to read yours, and since I've already shown ya MINE--well... thanks you and thank you all--notwithstanding politics, I think we would all be wise to ponder the preponderance of "if"... |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
HA HA! I love that you quoted Pulp Fiction and ran with it! Weird, cause I was watchin that the other day, funny. Great job, really. Love love loved it. Cheers and a brewski on me. Edweird (lol) And I said to the devil, "You better leave my spleen alone." |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: and don't I know what you say is all too true.... and thank God for that! speak on, write on, and never let that pen dry up! |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
and shed my shoes to dance the floor littered with the glitterings of all the tears I'd wept before when I was black when I was red when "Irishmen" were better dead-- and Jews were numbered on the wrist-- I closed my eyes and danced the twist I drank the wine I raised my fist Karen, I LOVE this part....and all the rest, too, of course. You are a true writer, Lady!! Hugs, Ethel |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Karen, I have read this thru about 4 times and I get something new out of it each time.. a wonderful write.. RDB |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
This made me think of the carriage ride I took a couple of days ago in St. Augustine. During the tour they point out the cemetary where most the yellow fever victims are buried and another area where slaves were displayed and sold... and it writes itself for you Karen...you are the teller...the only one that could tell these stories. Email me so I can tell you all about Duncan's latest trip to Florida! *eg* Love you lady! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
dancing on the bones to bleed our future from the past. I saw all of this and more and shed my shoes to dance the floor littered with the glitterings of all the tears I'd wept before when I was black when I was red when "Irishmen" were better dead-- and Jews were numbered on the wrist-- Gal, you leave me speechless... And when my mind is concentrating so fiercely on the feast of words before it that it can't conjure any words of its own... I know I've just read a helluva poem... WOW!! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion |
W-O-W! Madness is the gift that has been given to me |
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