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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Turning Thighs to Diamonds - Alchemical Passes For Father and Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br>Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son<br>shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No blame shall stain us now, father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The heavy ball you hit to me is never caught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each base of cardboard weighted with stone is still our house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bat, a ball, a mitt, hard rules of the game, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">undo all lust for dark heaven shunning shining girls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">**</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A lavender boy early<br>befriended by crows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A softball between<br>the eyes guides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Diamond thighs<br>everywhere waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>***</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Before you, head down, <br>focused on 'Lion's Teeth'**, <br>I am a hard mystery, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and soft, not so fast for I<br>am fat and cannot round<br>the bases quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, your inherited meek, <br>am a burden to shake, <br>a sliding man<br>furious for home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*****</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I pluck wild strawberries, <br>You, all authority and<br>accidental grace, reveal too much, <br>dew wet, still sticky to the touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Opening sourness deserves a frown.<br>Sweetness slowly yields<br>surprise for what always <br>unites father/son -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">untended desire<br>gone to wildness<br>brought low<br>beneath branches, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">slow embrace of<br>cradle-gentle boughs<br>entangling legs and<br>light between the<br>greater shadows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shadows shall win the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>******</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Planets arc<br>and comets rare <br>trail lovers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meteors are<br>not appointed<br>permanent stars<br>allowed to some<br>men's hands, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and never to the fallen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">caught for mostly<br>wasted days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*******</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That wild sweetness is a stolen base. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the tongue is an untended garden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That there is a burning soft hands can know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>********</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Finally runs something headlong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sliding for home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inheriting circles latter-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Glad sons (are) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">berries from</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shadows gathered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">**Dandelion</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son
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