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| DANCING jbearden 6-4-01 she dances as she has always danced abandoning herself to the spin step swing glide leap twirl spin whirlwind to the crying woodwinds dripping strings brass triumphant to the flowing hair flying arms falling veils but a glance at those watching the men rapt sweating lust sours the sweetness. she closes her eyes and swallows and keeps on dancing. dancing. |
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| Swift calligraphy: A writer, dreaming in ink, Brings forth the sunrise. |
| One summer, one very personal summer, I became interested in writing. Now I can't get enough of it. I write poetry, I write prose, I write stuff that even I can't categorize. Here is a sampling for your enjoyment (hopefully). |
| Good or bad, I'd like to know your opinion. Send me an e-mail with comments or a piece of work of your own. If I like it, I may post it... but I'd enjoy reading it either way. |
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| LAST TIME jbearden 4-20-01 the Future is the Now, which was a Dream, which should have been the Past. Ages March By . . . and History repeats Itself (does comedy lie?) because It forgets Itself ( in Repetition. ) Ammunition. rattatat rattatat Food for Guns rattatat silent "Taps" for Thought and Puns repeat and Rhymes repeat bringing Nought. then, Memory fades into the shades that swallow Man. and Woman. within my Hand, an Omen a History book novel that then page-turns into itself once more. a History book novel with Cobweb, Burns: scattering Ashes on the Floor. how soon do you Forget? don't you Remember the Last Time? will there Be one yet? Then Reflects Now in the glass, and Stand, Miss Finch, Your Father's Passin'. for the Last Time. |
| Haiku 4-19-01 jbearden Cherry trees in bloom: One, under a looming cloud, Bows her darkened crown. Sickened by -- who knows? Her withered leaves reveal nought But their silent blooms. Yet each tree chooses The path her branches must take. Silence is her right. |
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| At one point jbearden wrote a poem about rabbits, as sort of a way to cheer up his friend Richelle when she was feeling low.... So with her usual good cheer restored, Richelle made slight changes to the poem to reflect her love for these long-eared critters. Read both versions here. jbearden -- Bunnies Know Richelle Robbins -- Bunnies Know, rewritten |
| -GONE jbearden 7-02-01 hello, friend night's end green begins woman smiles sun warms bud opens smile laughs light pierces flower colors laugh ends clouds eclipse rose fades smile dies thunderheads rise leaf cries talk quiets sky hides bloom browns back turns wind chills plant shrivels friend leaves sleet falls stem rots friend returns sun returns plant- -gone |
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| Ghazal --by jbearden write a pantoum the e-mail says write a pantoum and write a ghazal. Clifford and Caillou on the TV down the hall on the screen a ghazal. last night’s haiku in memory fading and reflects in the eyes a ghazal. a tongue not Arabic spread in the book tongue about Arabic in the ghazal. fingers are chilled as they move on the keys heart pumping blood and beating ghazal. soul singing poems in cold February thinking September and the ghazal. critiques to be done and a self transcends leaving the Earth to join its ghazal. today are we gathered to mourn this man mourn Bearden who fell to his doom in ghazal. |