Retrospective of an Honest Man - after Clark Stillman
RETROSPECTIVE OF AN HONEST MAN
By night: fight, flight
quite out of sight.
By day: mayday
in way on site,
blight; bite, spite, slight.
Payday: heyday
way O.K. … right?
Tight, slight respite.
6 January 2010
Parody Clark STILLMAN 1905_1995 Autobiography of an honest man
6 January 2010
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN HONEST MAN
During the night
I was out of sight;
During the day
I was in the way.
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Birthday
Play day
Sleigh day
May Day
Sway day
Prey day
Heyday
Betray
Payday
Dismay
Mayday!
Pray day
In the way day
./.
Out of the way slay day.
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Anthology Prepared
His wish was wit with wisdom well to wed
within an epigram, - he found instead
some thought slight wit was there and that was slight,
he witless seemed to others, lacked insight.
He kept in sight their criticism there,
and kept from sight verse, parodies hors pair,
for some insipid seemed, rose-water, trite, -
but then began to fly another kite.
He pruned, he tuned, communed, was often led
to pulp the offspring fond that Time had bled,
until the flow could sew in framwork tight
both harmony and sense, in fancy’s flight.
For the first time he’s spurred to offer fare, -
incisive works beyond the critics’ care,
will cast no anxious glance to who’d indict
with bark or bite the verses seen tonight.
Dust swept by one who sought to look ahead,
through Internet a reputation spread, -
but what is fame, a lighthouse in the night,
a passing beam before eternal night...
May this collection transcend Time the slayer,
to challenge finite ends is poet’s prayer.
May this selection stimulate, invite
reflection, humour, pleasure bright.
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Someone’s Daughter
Her mouth is coarse, her lipstick vulgar,
pearl glasses wide as any saucer,
her dress is dark as nakèd night,
her hair is in a sorry plight! -
Enough! - she too’s life’s brick and mortar,
and, flesh for flesh, is someone’s daughter.
© Jonathan Robin 15 January 1969
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Hell
Hell
Hell is where
flower fair
is pictured
in pitcher
rather
than in the
arms of our
Earth mother.
Finer
free from fear
© Jonathan Robin 4 January 1970
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Day And Night II
Day and night,
Love and candlelight,
Way and sight,
May and bright,
Lay and slight,
Say and right,
Clay and plight,
Mock and fight,
Work and alright,
Name and Wright,
Pay and alight,
Castle and Knight,
Plane and flight,
Hope and delight,
Load and weight,
Anger and blight,
Power and might,
Above and height,
Number and eight,
Bay and light,
Torch and flashlight,
Focus and highlight,
Kindness and Albright,
Coast and bight,
Body and tight;
And, like a weak thread in the land of your muse!
But, day and night i will search for you my love.
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Clocking In
CLOCKING IN
CLOCKING IN
Are clocks recording time and tide
alone to measure difference?
Do biorythms coincide
between two souls? do they divide?
Front_tears, faint sitting on the fence,
too often sunder when inside
at odds with outside masks pretence.
Where minds unite crunched clock relents,
where'er they fight, punched clock laments,
where peace at heart is shared abide
complementary developments,
rich trust which rings true tested, tried.
Whose shelter's backed by barricade
of self stays far too much afraid.
9 January 2009 revised 11 March 2010
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Tremendous Ascension
Calm wonder of the night
Has made love seem well tight.
Before me, a fair sight
Released joy, which took flight.
That great joy ascends right
From the heart that goes bright
With heavenly soft light.
Its effect great, not slight
To the tremendous height
With love that cannot blight,
Fills my soul with great might.
Such joy with that I plight.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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This is your Time
If time flies,
you should learn
from the cries...
You should think thoughtfully
and act more wisely
to boost your daily commitment
in favour of others
who lack any achievement.
If time flies,
you should be more optimistic,
trying to be realistic.
On addressing major issues
you should be honest, fair
'cause in the world
it has been so rare,
and for others you should care!
(January 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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i Loved You In November
I loved you without knowing you,
I loved you because I saw you in us,
No pride or ego, in which there is no I or you,
I laughed in your mouth,
and slept in my eyes together,
Just short thirty days in November.
My problem is not to love you again,
but to un-love you for the month of December,
and if I love you in January,
I will have to first lose my sight.
© Emu Getachew, January 4,2010
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Almost Honest
I lied just a little
When I said I need you
You stretched the truth
When you said that you knew
Just cant believe it
Theres nothing to say
I was almost honest, almost
Living alone, cant stand this place
Its four in the morning and I still see your face
I was nearly pure
When I said I loved you
You were semi-sincere
You said Id bleed for you
We were kind of candid
Now youve gone away
You were almost honest, almost
Living alone, falling from grace
I want to be alone but theres just empty space
I cant face tomorow, now youre not coming back
Walked off in the night and just left me the tracks
I question your call by the tone of your voice
I know I should hang up but I dont have a choice
It happend that night when you told me to go
Dont ask whos to blame, I dont know
Almost, almost honest
Almost, I was almost honest
song performed by by Megadeth
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Honest Men
Were just a stones throw
From burning hellfire
Does anybody know,
Where did all the heroes go?
Weve had our fill of
This gallery of scoundrels,
The leaders of the world,
Those power hungry liars
Rise up and sound the sirens,
Send out the searching powers,
All we need is a few good men
Send the s.o.s. and red alerts
All across the universe
Calling your honest men?
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse.
Wheres your honest men?
In some village, far away,
Or in a little town pub.
High on a mountain top
There must be an honest man
Calling all honest men
Throw out the tyrants,
The aged fat cats
Outlived their usefulness
They have led us to this mess
Make them answer,
Hold them to their promises,
And throw them in the street
If they wont tell the truth
S.o.s. and red alert
All across the universe,
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse,
Wheres your honest men?
To your stations,
Man the ramparts,
The barricades
We need new heroes urgently
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
Call to him
He lives next door,
Across the street
On the upper floor.
Its our only hope we need him now
Send the s.o.s. and red alert,
All across the universe,
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse,
Wheres your honest men
Strike a blow,
Save the ship,
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. across the universe
Wheres your honest
We need your honest
Calling all honest men
Calling out all over the world,
Wheres your honest men
Looking out all over the world,
We need your honest men
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Song Of January!
January sings again for me
and for a year dead gone
on the wheels
of a northern curse.
January sings,
sings again for me
and for autumn flowers
January 30, 2010
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Winds, Storms, and Blight
i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight
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The Night Of Plight
i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight
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A Trick Of The Light
I thought I saw you pass this way last night
or was it just a trick of the light.
You passed so close and even brushed my arm
not recognising who I was, as if I was not there.
There was a stranger holding someone like you tight,
and then they kissed as we used to do before we said goodnight.
Was it my imagination of how we used to be
or was it someone else with you instead of me?
10 January 2010
poem by David Harris
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Honest Goodbyes
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's o.k. to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
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I Want You To Hurt Like I Do
I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife
Gonna run out on you too, baby
I done it all my life
Everybody cried the night I left
Well, almost everybody did
My little boy just hung his head
And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder
And this is what I said:
Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do
If I had one wish
One dream I knew would come true
Id want to speak to all the people of the world
Id get up there, Id get up there on that platform
First Id sing a song or two you know I would
Then Ill tell you what Id do
Id talk to the people and Id say
Its a rough rough world, its a tough tough world
Well, you know
And things dont always, things dont always go the way we plan
But theres one thing, one thing we all have in common
And its something everyone can understand
All over the world sing along
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do
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A Copying Cat
A day / A night
A pet / A sight
Paws / Thy Claws
Fur white / Hellkite
Small teeth / Thy Jaws
Red, brown? White, grey? Born stark?
At night all cats are dark
Bear crown? Without way? No marque?
In the dark all cats' labels are park
All cats are cat, at night,
No doubts about their power, their might,
Let none question the fear they incite,
'Cause for advantage they have cat's spite,
And night is quite the cat's best site,
For proven the fact, which strangeness is quite,
That is at the dark where cat's do their flight,
And none's is worst than a very cat's bite
For none can be a cat's copycat,
And no cat can avoid copying cats
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Build Trust Slowly
We are afraid to get punished so we tell a lie,
we start to hide what we feel inside.
Honesty should be encouraged
without remorse,
Don't punish your kids for being honest of course.
Real relationships are honest and sincere,
they don't play games, lie out of fear.
Me I say too much to someone who doesn't deserve,
then they turn around and use it to hurt.
So build trust slowly don't say too much too soon,
you have to find out if the other person is a loon.
Written on January 21,2012 by Christina Sunrise
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Fledgling Arisen after Wanda Lea Brayton 1948
Fledgling's wings flutter for first flight
nascent sing-song stutters, sight
set on branch which from branch will lead
to pace race search for space with speed.
In place of premature demise
adventure calls from welcome skies,
fate fortunate sees risks recede,
no hobbled haemoglobin bleed.
Storms scents warn to prevent surprise
as keen preened instincts swift surmise
that nestling's boughs, like river reed
bend, balm awaiting, prudent creed.
Instinctive trust in branch, bough, lies
within to win that life supplies
as evolution helps succeed
the fittest Nature guaranteed.
Far from black hole of Death's dark night
forefathers flew, found expedite
ways to evolve, and safe proceed
from perils to fair future freed.
(11 January 2010)
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