Life's Turns (Poetry)

by LittleToe 4 Replies latest social entertainment

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  LittleToe

  Just a little something I knocked up last year, which has subsequently been forwarded for publishing (to my utter astonishment):

  Life's Turns

  Life has so many ups and downs,
  The ups so great, cross great divides
  The down's so steep you can't abide.
  Yet all through life we fight the troughs
  In hope of better things aloft.

  Would life be plain if all were still?
  If silver platters held our fill?
  Would soon we bore of life itself,
  When contrast stops...
  ...whilst life moves on?

  So many gifts, or missed desires,
  That cross our path, so few inspired.
  As history so oft attests,
  Hindsight is great, but gives no rest.
  Fight on, fight on, with ev'ry breath!

  LT

  Edited by - LittleToe on 11 July 2002 6:48:27
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  Xena

  Congradulations LittleToe

  Well I could have done without SOME of the ups and downs in my life...but for the most part it does make things more interesting, doesn't it?

  Hoping this finds you on an upward swing

  edited because morning noon or night I never check for spelling BEFORE I submit my posts....

  Edited by - Xena on 11 July 2002 9:32:12
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  SYN

  HOWL - by Allen Ginsberg
  - For Carl Solomon
  
  (Part 3)

  Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland
  where you're madder than I am
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you must feel very strange
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you imitate the shade of my mother
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you laugh at this invisible humor
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where we are great writers on the same dreadful
  typewriter
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where your condition has become serious and
  is reported on the radio
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where the faculties of the skull no longer admit
  the worms of the senses
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you drink the tea of the breasts of the
  spinsters of Utica
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the
  harpies of the Bronx
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you scream in a straightjacket that you're
  losing the game of the actual pingpong of the
  abyss
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul
  is innocent and immortal it should never die
  ungodly in an armed madhouse
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where fifty more shocks will never return your
  soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
  cross in the void
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you accuse your doctors of insanity and
  plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the
  fascist national Golgotha
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where you will split the heavens of Long Island
  and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
  superhuman tomb
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
  rades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where we hug and kiss the United States under
  our bedsheets the United States that coughs all
  night and won't let us sleep
  I'm with you in Rockland
  where we wake up electrified out of the coma
  by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
  roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
  hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col-
  lapse O skinny legions run outside O starry
  spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
  here O victory forget your underwear we're
  free
  I'm with you in Rockland
  in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
  journey on the highway across America in tears
  to the door of my cottage in the Western night

  A very nice poem LittleToe!

  Edited because HOWL is way too long and sexy to post here in it's entirety.

  Edited by - SYN on 11 July 2002 15:18:27
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  SPAZnik

  good one little toe.
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  Joyzabel

  What a lovely poem, Little Toe.

  I'm glad you are getting it published, maybe it will encourage you to keep writing.

  j2bf