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Wednesday, 21. May 2008, 05:21:57
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Monday, 19. May 2008, 18:06:32
Esbat, in the pink
I don’t know if it is technic’ly true…
But the moon tonight seems full; full enough
To suit my mood, and explain the too rough
Edges I have to even strangers who --
Meeting me -- can’t quite get away too soon.
Their sidewise glances aren’t annoying. I’m
Used to such things; I get them all the time…
Ah! I think they think: Must be a full moon!
Those who’d stop and chat will be utterly
Convinced: He’s not entirely here… Is
He a lunatic? Or is it just his
Religion? I’d tell them how it strikes me:
I’m not pagan. But I can’t not commune
With a faithful old friend, la belle lune.
________________________
D.E. Jackson © 2008 (mark: Saturday, April 19, 2008)
This is the most egregious example I can think of, where the web's way of handling text is pure frustration: spatials.sure
Tuesday, 20. May 2008, 09:40:19
Mostly, I like old words, and odd.
Strange little ones that wink and nod
seem friendlier than those great long
learn-ed sounding ones...that sound wrong,
to me. They may say something precise
perspicaciously- Don't "nice"
and "knowing" me! I know they mean,
or can, the same thing... But I've seen
truth lost or betrayed by long words
that might have been saved by short ones.
If you're hunting quail, you're shooting birds.
Your dog won't know no better. Fun's
fun! But your young son...he might.
You wouldn't gift him an ugly sight,
because you'd not speak plainly? Say
what you mean; and mean it. And take
care: Know, how easy to sound fake
it is. So, I've explained it now.
'Tweren't hard, were it? (Bowing low,
I take your praise, and admire your
restraint: You did't call me a bore.)
Short sounds don't circumambulate!
They walk around, dance, skip and prate...
And mean enough by themselves. There's
more, 'though: They mean more in pairs...
much better
Tuesday, 20. May 2008, 08:03:04
Growing Up
I love the shrill voices of children
at play. Their volubility smacks
of self-importance but what it lacks
is only the onus we don when
we take it upon ourselves to rear
their like, because we'd have them be what
they are -till they can't. There is no glut
of childishness... I won't try to bear
the weight of the world; but on hip or
shoulders or cradled in my arms, I'd
carry any child. I myself tried
to stay... But that's what childhood is for:
Learning to live life, and keep the joy
it gives every little girl and boy.
D.E. Jackson (c) 2007
more better
Tuesday, 20. May 2008, 07:27:17
I won't mind when I become an old fool. But
I absolutely know I'll refuse
to dodder! Not me, woman! I'll use
whatever I have, to avoid what
is intolerable, and keep my
whatever's -all of them- in working
order! There, I've named it: The lurking
fear that begs the question. You know why
I am the way I am; I've explained
-and your surmise is potent, wise, too-
I won't try to put something past you...
Nor will I lie. That too gets refrained
and loud "I won't; I simply won't," dear.
I said, I love you...! You, "I'm in here..."
D.E. Jackson (c) 2007
Donald Jackson
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