poem for fins, family, and friends

pearlmuttpearlmutt Posts: 392
Kwa mama zetu waliotusaa

by Sonia Sanchez

death is a five o'clock door forever changing time.
and it was morning without sun or shadow;
a morning already afternoon. sky. cloudy with incense. . . .

the day is singing
the day is singing
he is singing in the moutains

the nite is singing
the nite is singing
she is singing in the earth

i am circling new boundaries
i have been trailing the ornamental
songs of death (life
a strong pine tree
dancing in the wind

i inhale the ancient black breath
cry for every dying (living
creature

come. let us ascend from the
middle of our breath
sacred rhythms
inhaling peace.
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  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    pearlmutt wrote:
    Kwa mama zetu waliotusaa

    by Sonia Sanchez

    death is a five o'clock door forever changing time.
    and it was morning without sun or shadow;
    a morning already afternoon. sky. cloudy with incense. . . .

    the day is singing
    the day is singing
    he is singing in the moutains

    the nite is singing
    the nite is singing
    she is singing in the earth

    i am circling new boundaries
    i have been trailing the ornamental
    songs of death (life
    a strong pine tree
    dancing in the wind

    i inhale the ancient black breath
    cry for every dying (living
    creature

    come. let us ascend from the
    middle of our breath
    sacred rhythms
    inhaling peace.
    That was beautiful Pearlmutt.
    My heart and soul goes out to finns and jester and those in London.
    Sincerely,
    allison Vigh

    Hopefully we'll do all we can...each individual one of us.
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    The Free World Watches
    by Kwyjibo
    for Finsbury


    I walked down to liqour store
    on that eerie, famous day.
    The sun and clouds alligned for me,
    in a strangely cryptic way.

    I thought about the teacher
    seeing fire and bodies in the street.
    I thought about the families.
    God, I know what it's like to greave.

    We picture them as subhuman--
    scowling monsters from the deep.
    Sneering as the wires cross,
    a thousand angels weep.

    But they are frightened creatures,
    just like you and me.
    Let God deal with their actions,
    there has been enough killing to be free.

    I pray for all my brothers,
    who are waiting for their answers,
    trapped in silence. And I pray

    I pray they all are safe.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • Thanks for those. The first news I got about yesterday's blasts was from my brother who lives and works in London. (London's only fifty-odd miles away.) I quickly got the picture that there was no substantial sense of panic and that the emergency services were able to put into effect the drills they'd been practicing for the past couple of years. People were co-operative and there was no chaos. Many British people do have a healthy amount of scepticism about why these bombs happened now and aren't going to respond with gung ho hysteria. Also, London historically has known plague, fire, and epidemic in past centuries. It was heavily bombed during World War Two and on a smaller scale by the IRA in the 1970s-90s, and London culture is one of community amid death. Londoners will cope. Excitable outsiders might think London people are cold for coping so well in a crisis, but it's not that. They're tough people and they get on with their lives. The roads into London are quieter than usual today but that's largely because the authorities have asked people to cancel non-essential journeys into the capital.
  • grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Glad you and your brother are OK and that your countrymen are taking it all in stride....
    .........................................................................
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    Fins is Irish for fugs sake......his countrymen.....are the men from diddyland.....he's not bloody english......jesus fuggin christ.....jus cos I live in Australia doesn't make me Australian......I'm IRISH......send your pity where it's needed.......
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Thanks for those. The first news I got about yesterday's blasts was from my brother who lives and works in London. (London's only fifty-odd miles away.) I quickly got the picture that there was no substantial sense of panic and that the emergency services were able to put into effect the drills they'd been practicing for the past couple of years. People were co-operative and there was no chaos. Many British people do have a healthy amount of scepticism about why these bombs happened now and aren't going to respond with gung ho hysteria. Also, London historically has known plague, fire, and epidemic in past centuries. It was heavily bombed during World War Two and on a smaller scale by the IRA in the 1970s-90s, and London culture is one of community amid death. Londoners will cope. Excitable outsiders might think London people are cold for coping so well in a crisis, but it's not that. They're tough people and they get on with their lives. The roads into London are quieter than usual today but that's largely because the authorities have asked people to cancel non-essential journeys into the capital.

    I believe this incident will prove that life must go on and I am hoping that it will serve as a reiminder to those who live in shadows that the Londoners are a tougher lot than they might have ever imagined.

    A mid morning Hello and How ya doin' to Richard and his countrymen!!

    Jess in Shawnee, KS
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • ISN wrote:
    Fins is Irish for fugs sake......his countrymen.....are the men from diddyland.....he's not bloody english......jesus fuggin christ.....jus cos I live in Australia doesn't make me Australian......I'm IRISH......send your pity where it's needed.......

    But there are plenty of Irish in London too, ISN. Plus, many Cambridge people commute to and from London everyday.
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