Thoughts Abandoned

feeds@yuku.com (Cottagerose) — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 04:11:02 GMT

Thoughts Abandoned

In the folly of a life squandered
upon the words of another's wish
I find absolute abandon of thought

Staring into space unmeasured
white, where no lines of love are
written, I read the silent dreams

They weep tears for lack of ears
that should have listened to all
their splendor unfolding alone

Young dreams which walked on
strong, slim legs toward ambition
yearning with the sweetest...

Trilogy of Terror

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 08:17:39 GMT

The twin brothers glistened in the New York sun before tragedy hit that day
No one knew soon there would be intense oblivion, chaos, and darkness
One man's hatred made us relinquish to a sick twisted game we did not wish to play
The fire, the devastation, and the death to all this one man would confess.

A trilogy of terror was released that day hatred, devastation, and death
The towers, the pentagon, all the hurt, the sadness, and the pain
So many died not knowing what...

The Moment We Changed...

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 04:11:35 GMT

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On The Morning

feeds@yuku.com (wordley) — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 12:30:20 GMT

On the morning, that morning, when the sky was azure and clouds so few
Her twins stood proud, silver faces shining,
Awaiting their friends of many nations, to fill them with noise or just to view
Away to the east, hearts were declining;

Four silver horsemen, apocolypse to bring,soared to sky on fire-driven wings
Two go this way, two go that, these are the ones we see
Two silver angels, swooping and soaring, carrying life, that most prescious of things
Evil guides...

Walking The Needle:

feeds@yuku.com (AquarianM) — Wed, 06 Oct 2004 00:20:34 GMT

We all must face a darkness today,
As a world and as a nation,
For the man-made shadow cast yesterday,
And that just a cumulation of many all over the world,
And as our hearts are torn with rage and grief,
We must remember that we are moral beings,
And that wanton retaliation is no such thing as moral,
And we must remember that violence only breeds violence,
And insanity does not bring death to life,
For how many bombs have been thrown in truth by whom?

We...

OCTOBER 10, 2001 (real)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 12:06:08 GMT

OCTOBER 10, 2001

when I wake up
at 3 AM and
turn on the radio,
when I check CNN
and can't sleep
even with Valium
I think of how you
said after the war,
after the months
in rehab, after bars
with your new leg
and picking fights
to start something
you couldn't
sleep, listened all
night to Boston
talk radio. That was
all that could make
you laugh and not
think. The callers
with their own
disasters, even the
smallest ones...

AFTER SEPTEMBER 11 (fragment)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 12:04:15 GMT

AFTER SEPTEMBER 11

words still smell
of ink. The cart
wheeling birds.
Men and women's
goodbyes caught
on cell phones

By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

OCTOBER 10, 2001

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 12:02:43 GMT

walking back from the metro

trees wild with birds.
You can't see them.
It's as if the leaves
were singing wildly.
Cartwheeling birds,
their wings flame,
red birds plunging,
a man said that's
what it looked like.
Snarls of my hair,
balls of cat fur tossed
from the deck woven
into nests, light on
the pond, the silk of
a last blooming rose

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

ON SEPTEMBER 12

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 12:01:06 GMT

the child insists
his mother mow
the lawn, "Daddy
always did it on
Wednesday."
Sunny but not
clear as the
crystal morning
before. No father,
no husband. They
lug the mower out.
The motor would
not catch. A
neighbor comes
over. "Let it sit a
while." All of them
in the driveway.
Finally the mower
starts. Each child
takes a turn. "He
called me from the
Pentagon 3 times
a day until Sept
10 his...

WEEKS EARLIERELEVEN YEARS EARLIER

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:57:37 GMT

Thinking of the, sept 11, 2001

maples just changing,
a summer that never came.
Another war starting
on tv, somewhere
else. My mother, who
always wanted to see the
news stopped caring,
wanted classical music
instead. "Easier, Honey"
she said "like being
in a boat." Her hair on
the pillow, longer and more
lush from IV cradling
her, a pillow, a veil
for the wedding
she never had

(By Lyn Lifshin @2001)

SEPTEMBER 11, GOLF BALLS

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:55:42 GMT

SEPTEMBER 11, GOLF BALLS

I was on the subway
from Brooklyn when I
saw the smoke he says,
turned around and then
I got out at the park and
you can barely see. Then
there's this guy, everyone
else has gone their radios
on or is trying to use a
cell phone. It's getting
harder to breathe and
there's this guy out in the
smoke shooting golf
balls, one after another.
He doesn't look around
or stop, keeps on shooting
and shouting "got to...

OCTOBER 9, 2001 (more)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:54:06 GMT

ass holes,
she said when
I told them
upstate they
say it's back
to normal
they think tv is
fear mongering.
Assholes, right.
I haven't even
put on my
contact lenses
3 weeks she
says not wanting
to see what is,
can's she says
imagine driving
past New York City

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

OCTOBER 8 2001 (another)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:51:39 GMT

I would have
cleaned he said
seeing a woman
in flames. She
deserved it, would
have been happy
to see them running
covered in dust,
terrified. I've seen
people step on a
mine and then on
another. Abraham
Lincoln? Never
heard of him. The
Empire State
Building? No,
never heard. What
is music? It's evil.
We love Osama.
We love our
good. What's
that picture? Birds
doing cartwheels?
Oh, they're people?
That's sad...

RAGE

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:50:01 GMT

he says they
weren't all
bad so we
can't be
lumping
them all
together,
then, that we
will have to
understand
them. Look
how many
are out there

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

OCTOBER 8 2001

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:48:28 GMT

I turn the head up
but can't get warm.
Special coverage.
The tangerine tree
brought in last
night seems less
green than it should
be. I drag myself
to get ready for
ballet but don't put
on contacts. When
he says "here's
an article that says
its really about
religion, we have to
understand what
makes them think
this way," I don't
give a shit, I snarl,
already worried
about the metro just
wanting things to
be as...

SEPTEMBER 27 2001

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:46:27 GMT

the hardest, she
says, its walking
past what's like
a Vietnam wall
of faces. They
are all smiling,
they left for work,
picked up roses,
a coffee. If you
forgot, went back
for a key, picked
up laundry some
one says, looking
down, it was
sun thru glass,
brighter, then
lost

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

THE WOMAN IN THE BOOTH

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:43:25 GMT

September 2001

dark eyes, mahogany
hair. "How you doing?"
When I pass on the way
to the metro after 2 pm.
"Where do you work out,
you've got such good
shape." She smiles the
kind of smile that makes
you think it's ok and I'm
lulled in blue light, late
afternoon sun warn thru
velvet until the still jade
trees gulp it

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

SEPTEMBER 26, 2001 (rubble)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:41:21 GMT

SEPTEMBER 26, 2001

tourmaline sky, cloudless
except for the headlines.
Geraniums explode even
in shadow. Homeless Nam
vets with flags on shopping
carts. A miracle, someone
says, when the wife of the
dead man discovers she
is pregnant and tho I've
read of the wonders of a
child in the belly of a
woman escaping so a
whole family didn't die
behind, I only imagine this
child howling, pulling
the mother back into
rubble, flame

(By...

SEPTEMBER 25, 2001 (darker)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:38:04 GMT

SEPTEMBER 25, 2001

still no color
after the rain.
Pewter sky,
gun metal. A
week old new
paper, the
Pentagon, the
blood and guava
sky. Hard to tell
if the honey
and garnet light
is rising or
setting. At each
stop on the metro,
passengers eye
anybody darker.
Not a bad time
to stay a blonde

(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)

SEPTEMBER 24, 2001 (couldn't find)

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Tue, 09 Sep 2003 11:36:20 GMT

SEPTEMBER 24, 2001

brown leaves
on the steps, from
rust and green
to ashen like
the last weeks.
Now on the
metro, I'm sniffing
for something that
smells like
nail polish remover,
for someone
with a bomb.
Last night I
dreamed I gave a
reading but I
couldn't find any
poems I wanted

(By Lyn Lifshin@ 2001)

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