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Creatures Whose Backsides Glow

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I’ve already sunk to scribbling
one line
at the top of the page.

Capturing ideas-
fireflies- in canning jars
on muggy Midwest summers night.
Desperate for the magic of creatures whose backsides glow-
headlamps leading us
forward
backward
in on ourselves.
Lighting the inside of the tree house of my mind
(like Miss Suzy with her acorn bowls and fire fly lanterns)

both of us rebuilding
what the scoundrels set asunder.

Sue Zalokar

Written by lickmypoetry

September 18, 2010 at 8:06 pm

The Orchestra and the Shattered Instrument

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Some fussing for the fussers,
some worrying for the worriers,
some daring for the darers.

Some impossibility for not only
the impossiblers but also for
the hunters and the warriors.

Some delight for everyone, even
if they have to take theirs in
deepest secret even from themselves.

Some melody for the melodiers,
some pounding for the pounders,
some silence for the silencers.

Some air for the airers,
some fire for the firers,
some water for the waterers,
some dirt for everyone.

Some leaps for the leapers,
some falls for the fallers,
some hope for the hopers.

Some irritation for the irritators,
some panic for the panickers,
some dying for the dyers.

Each alone, a poor music,
but all together, the great music,
the music of what happens.

By Lance M. Loder

Written by lickmypoetry

September 18, 2010 at 3:03 pm

THE MCCURDY’S LAMENT

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IN THE END

IT ISN’T OUTSIDE FORCES

INCIDENTS OR ACCIDENTS

THAT BECOME OUR UNDOING

ITS THE MISTAKEN BELIEF

THAT WE OWN THE LUXURY

OF UNLEASHING OUR ANGER

FRUSTRATIONS AND PAIN

ON OUR OWN

IT’S THE THOUGHT

THAT

SOMEHOW

OUR JOINT BETRAYALS

ONE AGAINST THE OTHER

ARE SOMEHOW

IN SOME WAY

ACCEPTABLE

IT IS THE BELIEF

THAT WE HOLD

LIKE CHILDREN CLINGING TO FAIRYTALES

AND MISBEGOTTEN BELIEFS

THAT

IN THE END

WE WILL OWN

THE FORGIVENESS

OF LOVE

AND LAUGHTER WILL

SOMEHOW COMBINE AND HARMONIZE

AND WILL NOT CEASE

ITS SUCCOR

BUT WHAT IF WE’RE WRONG

WHAT IF

THERE REALLY ARE

SOME PAINS PAST BEARING

WHAT IF

DEATH DOES NOT WAIT

PAST MCCURDY PRIDE AND

PREJUDICE

WHAT IF

WE ARE TORN APART

NOT FROM WITHOUT

BUT FROM WITHIN

WHAT IF

WE DO NOT

HAVE THE LUXURY

OF CHOICE

IN OUR ENDLESS

MOODS AND INNER DISLOYALTIES

THE ONLY ONES

WHO CAN KILL THE MCCURDYS

ARE

THE MCCURDYS

BECAUSE WE’RE THE ONLY ONES

WHO

CAN GET CLOSE ENOUGH

TO LAND

THE KILLING BLOW

I WONDER

WHEN WOUNDING EACH OTHER

BECAME A FEASIBLE ACTION

I WONDER

WHEN IT BECAME ACCEPTABLE

TO TOSS AWAY BLOOD

IN FAVOR

OF FRIENDS

WHOSE ENTIRE HISTORY

COULD BE

IN MOMENTS

NOT DECADES

OF LOVE , LAUGHTER, AND TEARS

I AM

A

MCCURDY

ONE OF MANY

WHO REMAIN

HERO’S

SINNERS

SAINTS

AND WE ARE ALL

EQUALLY GUILTY

OF STIFF KNEED DISSENT

EQUALLY GUILTY

OF THE LACK OF FORGIVENESS

STILL

I WILL FOREVER GRIEVE

THE LOSS

OF THE ILLUSION

OF LOVE AND DEVOTION

SO STRONG

IT COULD

LITTERALLY

STOP BULLETS IN THEIR PATH

IT’S

A GRIEF

THAT REMAINS DEEPER THAN TEARS

AND STAYS

LODGED BITTERLY

IN A THROAT

INCAPABLE

OF

SWALLOWING PAST IT

Julie McCurdy

Written by lickmypoetry

September 7, 2010 at 8:17 pm

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The List

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  1. Make list
  2. Daydream
  3. Visualize the future
  4. Live presently
  5. Stop lying to yourself
  6. Avoid negative energy
  7. Be an active part of your community
  8. Listen more
  9. Always try
  10. Make a decision
  11. Compromise
  12. Speak up when something is wrong
  13. Be realistic
  14. Learn to walk on air
  15. Understand interrelatedness
  16. Celebrate freedom and autonomy
  17. Empower others
  18. Love
  19. Learn
  20. Take responsibility
  21. Become a part of your life
  22. Consider possibilities
  23. Make new list…

Sue Zalokar

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September 2, 2010 at 9:17 pm

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Carrying the Laundry

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The gray-black checked
shirt

crumpled how it
fell and was forgotten

was flattened by
traffic and rain

almost gone
against the rain-shined street

By Noah West

Written by lickmypoetry

September 2, 2010 at 3:17 pm

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