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Old 02-18-2007, 05:18 PM
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Poet's Corner 2007 - A Home for New Mexico Poets

Note to Bloggers: This is a multi-page Journal! Use the page navigation bar located on the right below the last post on this page to view more pages.

My name is Gair. I'm a musician, artist, and writer who has lived for many years in the old village of La Joya, New Mexico.

Thanks to all of our New Mexico and world wide poets for their transplendent contributions in 2006. My dream is to see a compilation published one day, but for now, our 2006 blog is off to the archives. To read what was posted in 2006, click here.

As poets, however obscure, we should be proud to be dabbling in this ancient, (some would say dying), art form. So come on cave painters, throw some roots into the fire and work your enchantments!

Once again, we are trying to deemphasize the politics and raunch, since we have kids visiting and contributing here.

The 2007 Poet's Corner Blog has been closed. That means no one can post in it. To post, visit our 2008 Poet's Corner Blog here.

Thanks! gair88


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02-18-2007, 05:36 PM Old
This VALENTINE'S DAY, as your convivial host contemplates his Valentine, (an April baby, herself) he feels compelled to post this one, by the fabulous Ogden Nash.




Praise the spells and bless the charms,

I found April in my arms.

April golden, April cloudy,

Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;

April soft in flowered languor,

April cold with sudden anger,

Ever changing, ever true-

I love April, I love you.


OGDEN NASH



Of course, we'd better give the bard his due. After all, none less than Noah Webster, contended that Shakespeare may have pretty much invented Valentine's Day, as we know it:



"The fourteenth of February is a day sacred to St. Valentine! It was a very odd notion, alluded to by Shakespeare, that on this day birds begin to couple; hence, perhaps, arose the custom of sending on this day letters containing professions of love and affection."

From TWELFTH NIGHT:

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay, there knows no plenty-
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty.
Youth's a stuff will not endure



Here is a poem, written way back in the last century



Addicted


To the idiot siren songs

To the mermaids singing from the rocks



If I weren't addicted you would be beside me now



We'd watch old movies on your beat up black and white T.V.

the way we used to



You'd cook us cabbage and sour cream and we'd

maybe have kids to try to make happy which would

make us happy ... that's how it works, isn't it?



And we'd go to sleep with the souls of our

bare feet against each other



Or like spoons....





C 1990 Gair



Have a romantic Valentine's Day!


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02-19-2007, 05:22 AM Old
It has been a while. I'm glad to see you're still here, gair. I see you've already posted about Valentines day. Nice pieces too. I've got a love poem for you that's about a different kind of love and mutual pleasure.

The tough part on this one is this poem doesn't rhyme and and has no natural cadence of it's own. In fact, I was never sure it was a poem at all or merely the ephemeral memory of a dream I had one night. By all rights it should be read aloud while accompanied by the theme song from Truman Capote's "Wait Until Dark"

Considering the audience. I hope this doesn't violate the raunch barrier, sir. But if you deem that it does, I shall understand and accept your oh-so-wise and superior judgment in such matters. With that in mind, I shan't even attempt to post part 2 until I see how part 1 fares under the censor's quill.


The Dream

- Part 1 -

(c) 1997 - Damian


When sleep comes

The dream returns.

My Sovereign approaches

And finding me in slumber,

She wakens me gently.

"Follow me," She sings

And I will teach you pleasure

Beyond the dreams of mortal men."

Enchanted by her beauty,

The sweet melody of Her voice,

And Her heavenly smile,

I find again

The Siren song

Can not be denied.

Taking my hand,

She smiles and begins:

"Your first lesson in bliss

Is that true ecstasy

Can only be achieved

In giving pleasure

To others.

My Pleasure

Must be your Pleasure.

My Joy

Will be your Joy.

My Delight

Shall become your Delight.

And in pleasing Me,

you will find true Happiness.

Do you accept this?"

"Yes, Your Grace," I smile.

"Good," she says.

"Now before we begin,

I want you to know

That the game

We will play

Will give me true Pleasure

And that means

It will be a Pleasure

For you as well.

Are you ready, to begin?"

"Yes, my Queen."

Without further hesitation,

She orders me

To remove my covering,

and says:

"Then stand here,

Spread them wide

And bend over."

At this moment I note

The instrument of pleasure

My Lady carries

In Her alabaster hand

Is an elegantly fashioned

Long and sinuous bull-whip...

Just then, the phone rang

And I woke to find myself

Alone and clammy in the dark,

Longing for the pleasure

That was to come.
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02-19-2007, 10:26 AM Old
Let's face it, Damian - you're just a naughty, naughty boy! We'd punish you, but we know that that's exactly what you want. So, as penance, you must stand on your head and recite Father William - gair88


YOU are old, Father William," the young man said,

"And your hair has become very white;

And yet you incessantly stand on your head--

Do you think, at your age, it is right?"



"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,

"I feared it might injure the brain;

But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

Why, I do it again and again."



"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

And have grown most uncommonly fat;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--

Pray, what is the reason of that?"



"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,

"I kept all my limbs very supple

By the use of this ointment -- one shilling the box --

Allow me to sell you a couple?"



"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak

For anything tougher than suet;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--

Pray, how did you manage to do it?"



"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,

And argued each case with my wife;

And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw

Has lasted the rest of my life."



"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose

That your eye was as steady as ever;

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--

What made you so awfully clever?"



"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"

Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?

Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!"

"Father William" is reprinted from The Hunting of the Snark and Other Poems and Verses. Lewis Carroll. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.
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02-23-2007, 07:36 AM Old
Cute one, Gair. Okay, here's one I just wrote – because it was easier to write one than find one I'd already written. Lazy,... lazy.


The Sages Say
By Gwen Roath
©2007

Stop and smell the roses,
The sages always say
But what if I miss the flowers
Further along the way?

Opportunity only knocks once they say
But what if it comes while I'm away?
Or stuck on the toilet, can't answer the door –
Won't it leave a package, a note saying more?

We all look to the future as our salvation
As we plan the perfect night, or world or vacation
And then we climb over the fence only to discover
There's goat heads here too, amidst the sweet clover.

Some run through life, some skip, some stumble
Some laugh, some sing, some cry, some grumble
Then someone yells: "Carpe diem: Seize the day!"
I just putter through life in my own little way.
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03-01-2007, 12:25 AM Old
Alright, Master Gair, you suggested this. So I took your advice. Even I can't ALWAYS be naughty! Here's a new one I wrote at your suggestion titled, "Waiting at the Gate".




Waiting at the Gate

Ode To A Baby Sister


Remembering your trip today

I wanted to take the time to say...

I miss you a lot when you're not near

I love you deep and hold you dear.

I send you loving thoughts each day

And felt it's time for me to say

We've been close, you and me

As close as any sis and bro could be

I've loved you since you were a babe

I'll love you still when dear old Gabe

Blows his horn and calls us home

The fields of heavenly stars to roam

For fifty years and more we've been

Brother and Sister -- kith and kin

We've shared life, love, death and pain

We faced life's fears with youth's disdain

And looking around now, I see

There's more life behind than ahead of me

One day we'll go,

Both you and I...

For like all flesh

We too must die

And if I go before you do

I want you to know I'll wait for you.

I'll sit there every night and day

Waiting at the gate 'til you come that way.

I'll find a neighbor who lives nearby

And swipe ice cream bars for you and I

I'll eat your share until you come

Then I'll go and get you some!

But even in heaven I'd rather be

Exploring hand in hand with thee

As we did when we were young

Before our lifesong had been sung

I'll sit at the gate and wait for you

For as dad's song said,

(and it's oh so true)

Until the 12th of Never

I'll still be loving you!



All my love forever,

Bro



(c) 2007 Damian
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03-01-2007, 02:53 AM Old
And here's one I wrote a few years ago "In Memoriam". It was read at the memorial service after the passing of a dear friend...


Farewell Fetish Warrior


Farewell Fetish Warrior,

Your battles You have won.

You've lead us out -

From the Dark of Night

Into the Mid Day Sun.



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

Our friend so warm and true...

You did Your part

and fought the fight

You spread Your wings and flew!



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

Your Daughters and Sons Salute.

We accept the mantel

You have worn

and don it - resolute!



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

You've shown the way ahead

Is to proudly wear

Whatever we dare

Until the day we're dead.



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

You who've changed the world.

Your legions will carry

The battle now.

Your standard is unfurled!



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

Armageddon has begun.

We will not lay

Our weapons down

Until the battle's won.



Farewell Fetish Warrior

We'll miss You, Yes we will.

But our goal is clear

You'll be glad to hear...

It's the top of that next hill.



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

We're proud to have called You Friend -

To have shared Your love

While You held Our hand

'Til Your time was at an end.



Farewell Fetish Warrior --

Ye who knew no fear.

We follow in

Your footsteps now.

And saluting, shed a tear.



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

Your days we'll not forget.

For the freedom we have

We owe to You

We're forever in Your debt.



Farewell Fetish Warrior,

We honor You with Love.

And await the day

When You'll guide our play

In that Dungeon up above!



(c) 1998 damian
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03-01-2007, 08:15 AM Old
To The Birds







To the birds that steak across the mountains in the breeze



We are just a nuisance to be endured



Neither Troy nor Hiroshima left them much impressed or too concerned



If our race should quit the earth, the birds would carry on without a blink





But if we awoke one day without them



To lift us with song and flight



Then the poet in each heart would perish



And the window to the soul could pass no light









C 1996 Gair
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03-01-2007, 08:26 AM Old
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