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Post by charliegee on Oct 28, 2012 18:17:00 GMT -5
yes...
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Post by charliegee on Oct 28, 2012 18:17:58 GMT -5
stankfish
it's wonderful to wake to
a delicious scent in the morning
be it biscuits baking
or toast toasting
maybe, it's meatballs frying
or french toast in the frying pan
or the scent of my woman
when there was a woman in my life
or the fresh smell of rain
as it softly falls
anything, I mean anything
other than what that guy cooks
bakes, fries, sautes
don't know how he prepares it
but it is some sort of fish
don't know what kind but
it stinks...
stankfish, that's it!
it's putrid, it lingers
it spreads it's putridity all around
he lives down the hall
but could be making it
in my kitchen based
on the intensity of the foul odor
it stays for days
and takes your breath away
I see him in the elevator
with his golf clubs
and I want to say something
but I don't...
sometimes I see the empty box
in the garbage room
and know that it will all start again
gonna go online
and price a gas mask
that may do it (or not)
after all, it is stankfish...
charlie giardino 10/28/12
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Post by glimmer on Oct 28, 2012 23:06:16 GMT -5
in the homeless place
which provided a roof
you didn't want to eat there
or take a shower, for that matter -
you'd go elsewhere
one day the smell of cooking meat was overpowering
at the local pub
he had won the meat raffle
& cooked the whole lot up |
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Post by charliegee on Oct 28, 2012 23:25:51 GMT -5
nice...
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Post by laughter on Oct 29, 2012 19:46:01 GMT -5
Charlie, hope you are well on this dark and stormy night.
When it's stormy outside and the TV isn't working, sometimes it's fun to play games.
Here's one called "Guess the Speaker!"
"Ideas about stankfish are not stankfish"
"The stank of the stankfish is only imagined"
(edit): "There is no bad or good smell, this is a false duality"
"The stankfish smells good"
"Noone ever told me the stankfish smelled bad ... give me more now!"
"Where's my camera?"
Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily ration of stankfish,
and forgive us our stench,
as we forgive those who trespass upon our olfactory.
And lead me out of this apartment at the appointed time
so that I may be delivered from the scent of the stankfish
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Post by charliegee on Oct 30, 2012 8:46:43 GMT -5
wow, so that's what a time without TV does to you... gotta say, I like it!...
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Post by charliegee on Nov 1, 2012 17:33:24 GMT -5
tone poem
this moment shines
it sparkles, it glistens
a tremor in the darkness
summons the dawn
a soft, lilting answer
a scent of the heavens
as tumbling dice
send shivers and sighs
cloud driven breezes
bring light on a whisper
leaves underfoot
crunch in the silence
wafting, waning drones
echo through the night
a distant glow
approaches slowly, surely
a steady dirge weaves its way
into a waltz...
as ancient dancers
turn to salt
turn to prayer
turn to go...
charlie giardino 11/1/12
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Post by laughter on Nov 1, 2012 19:10:38 GMT -5
 wow man --- Words that haunt in their remind A voice that weaves of the sublime This view of a top-lit city street The rain-slicked black that shines back steep The strangers walking by aren’t strange My heart has found a whole new range The lanes are empty of most cars Closed stores reflecting back the stars The cool canyon breeze feels good A reminder of the distance From home From a warm room From a soft couch Tonight there is no pull to that I’ve got on my walking hat The destination is no matter The night seems filled with laughter The scenery it shifts At the neighbor’s border rifts A reminder of the time That spins out behind me like a rhyme I pass by lovers and the lonely I see the finery on the homely I hear joy as well as sorrow Humble verses … thankful they follow A smile on my face There is no need for haste No questions, no answers Now that curiosity is chaste
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Post by charliegee on Nov 2, 2012 4:14:41 GMT -5
now, that is right nice...
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Post by charliegee on Nov 2, 2012 4:16:16 GMT -5
dream state
woke to the breath of light
the breadth of peace
the bread of life
the dawn of day
the peace that stills
instills the heart
with love & grace
with mercy's face
with pouring prayer
I find you there
with wings unfurled
this silent world
mist arises
day surprises
clouds go by
morning sky
stillness reigns
long refrains
shore to shore
grief no more
god intends
daily sends
love anew
what to do
but take it in
take it in...
charlie giardino 11/2/12
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Post by laughter on Nov 3, 2012 2:21:30 GMT -5
There was a sweet rocking motion to that one Chazz. ---- light a candle she trudged down to her car a scowl where a smile should be cursing instead of blessing her extreme good fortune cursing her lack of heat cursing the out-of-order elevator instead of being thankful that her legs were still working that she could still breathe unlike the dozens who couldn't cursing her inconveniences in the home she still had she is not to be condemned or judged too harshly she is worse off by far in that she just doesn't know just doesn't see the good fortune she still enjoys there are plenty of people that need help, need prayers she just doesn't know she is one of them... charlie giardino 11/1/12 Why do they polish mirrors? To see things flipped about And flat Is it to see anything at all? People mistake themselves for that image And curse the wind |
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Post by glimmer on Nov 4, 2012 5:32:50 GMT -5
Okay so CG was not the muse of this one, I was looking through old poetry files for something else, and found this instead. It is not quite fit for the poetry thread. Perhaps it can add to the stankfish, and I don't think we really want the wind to change on our faces at the exact moment we discover these things:
dog poo on the carpet
this is zen
my attention wide open
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Post by charliegee on Nov 9, 2012 9:48:44 GMT -5
set the light on fire
turn your soul to dreaming
turn the skies to winter
turn the dial to loving
turn the air to joy
turn the night to daylight
turn your soul to song
turn your heart to praying
turn your back to go
turn your feet to eden
turn your mind to light
turn your eyes to seeing
turn the day to bright
set your sights to heaven
set your heaven down
set your face to mercy
and peace will sure abound
set the light on fire
let your dust arise
we are set in splendor
we are god's surprise
in the end it's over
as in the end it starts
love can live if only
we find it in our hearts
charlie giardino 11/9/12
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Post by charliegee on Nov 10, 2012 18:31:10 GMT -5
friends no more
we were two long time friends
who had an understanding
the take off was so smooth
but not so much the landing
we met after a while
to catch up on what went down
we laughed and drank a bit
and the love was still around
she listened to my woes
and I lent an ear to hers
then, as the night went on
a funny thing occurred
well, it may be funny now
but not so then and there
I still see it plain as day
I caught her icy stare
it was innocent and small
as the appetizers came
the waitress walked right by us
and turned on the Yankee game
I am not the biggest fan
for the Yankees all the less
but when something seemed to happen
it caught my eye, I guess
and that was when it happened
she caught my sidelong glance
and immediately wrote me off
without a second chance
I meant no serious harm
but I was met with such derision
I didn't even mean to look
it was in my line of vision
'well, if that's the way you feel'
she said in an angry tone
'you can go and watch your game
and I will stay alone'
I heard everything she said
and heard it very clearly
but when all was said and dome
I paid for it so dearly
we left without goodbyes
I haven't seen her since
I told her I was sorry
and all she did was wince
we were two long time friends
comrades in great standing
all that is dead and gone
we had a misunderstanding
charlie giardino 11/10/12
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Post by laughter on Nov 12, 2012 20:15:13 GMT -5
set the light on fire turn your soul to dreaming turn the skies to winter turn the dial to loving turn the air to joy turn the night to daylight turn your soul to song turn your heart to praying turn your back to go turn your feet to eden turn your mind to light turn your eyes to seeing turn the day to bright set your sights to heaven set your heaven down set your face to mercy and peace will sure abound set the light on fire let your dust arise we are set in splendor we are god's surprise in the end it's over as in the end it starts love can live if only we find it in our hearts charlie giardino 11/9/12 Turn inward And take in a vista that has no horizon Turn inward And burn Turn inward with your ears wide open There is no way here to ignore the cries of your brothers and sisters To turn inward without a shell is to avoid all wrong turns Turn inward and be silent The silence is your voice It is a suspenseful quiet, but devoid of anticipation A relaxing tautness A relentless tautology Turn inward and drown out the din The questions will cease Turn inward and be of service This is were love resides This is from where love emanates Turn inward And look into the eyes of God |
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