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6131. arkymalarky - 9/19/2015 10:27:20 PM

Stan says the same as you.

6132. judithathome - 9/20/2015 6:22:33 PM

Well, if I am still as sharp as your dad when I reach his age, I might be less enthusiastic about checking out...

But that's not likely to happen...hell, I'm not as sharp as he is now and that I'm 12 years younger!

6133. arkymalarky - 9/20/2015 9:54:39 PM

Ha! He is beginning to get repetitive. And physically is a lot slower.

6134. judithathome - 9/21/2015 7:15:33 PM

Welcome to the club!!

6135. NuPlanetOne - 10/22/2015 4:03:19 AM

BTW, No Ark, fortunately, 'bye daddy' isn't about me. My dad kept all his marbles to the end. It's about a friend's dad. In a lucid moment he explained it's a glitch. You get one foot stuck in a dream and can't figure out how to pull it out. So sad.

6136. RickNelson - 11/12/2015 4:55:56 AM

I'm so glad I stopped in tonight. I didn't think Nu would have stopped by. Thank you Nu, arky, judith!

I found this a while back, and needed to revise it today.


5399. RyckNelson - March 12, 1999 - 6:24 PM PT*(Revised today)

You mind me now, just hold that thought

Milkweed stalks grew near the river.
Roots ran deep in the gardens tilled soil.
Pose in that field of dandelions, and I'll take your picture,
with the river in the background it'll make a nice scene.

Hold that thought!

Remember pumping water from the well?
It was near a wall of the back porch.
Remember the wood pile looming roof high?
It sat near the wood shed out back.
Rickety, old squeaky steps rise with the stove pipe.

Hold that thought!

The piano and slide bar guitar captured attention,
We sang among the lilac blooms, potted on the sill.
Oh, the bread would smell good fresh from the oven.
We sat at the kitchen table, spreading jam and butter.

Hold that thought!

Holding to memories soft pleasure.
A requiem of land now held fallow.
The stone markers convey little.
Our memory, we memorialize that life.

6137. RickNelson - 11/12/2015 4:59:46 AM

Nu, I truly smiled the entire reading of 6120. Awesome!

I'll pick one particular grinner:

"From circumspection, that upon intense
Inspection, these things, are, one definable
Continuum"

6138. judithathome - 11/13/2015 8:57:37 PM

The woodpile reference reminded me of my grandfather's house in Missouri! AND the well...best-tasting water ever!

6139. NuPlanetOne - 11/17/2015 6:04:04 AM

Thanks Rick, old buddy. I really like the way 'Hold that thought' holds the mood and dances right down to the end. Very nice.

And it's very nice to drop by and still find this place!

6140. NuPlanetOne - 12/1/2015 8:44:11 AM

You Made the Future

I see the future, often.
I can't help it.
Not like, the future
Long from now, but
Screw it, I see shit coming.
Everything from next lines
In a movie, to what you will
Say if I say this, or that.
What way a cat will move.
Or, when it will rain.
You have no idea, my dear
What's coming next. When you decide,
It happens. So I knew
What to do when you said goodbye.
Cause I saw it coming.
I hate seeing the future.
Odd, after you said goodbye,
I couldn't see the future
As clearly. For a long time.

6141. judithathome - 12/1/2015 7:55:27 PM

Verrrry nice....

6142. NuPlanetOne - 4/4/2016 6:42:33 AM

You Look Different

and when death peeks at you
and you see it looking
first> horror, then you measure
the distance. Suddenly near
fear seems different

death has a form. Before
time stretched over it
a shorter stretch, it seemed
but it covered and shrouded
like a sheet over a statue


now half the sheet is sliding
a form is coming into focus
the different fear is an awful
lonliness. On your face
Some will see it looking out

6143. arkymalarky - 4/4/2016 11:29:52 PM

Love the simile and the tone

6144. judithathome - 4/8/2016 4:05:28 AM

Cuts really close to home for me but I love it, nonetheless. Thanks for sharing.

6145. NuPlanetOne - 8/7/2016 11:43:40 PM

Be careful what you fish for

Each choice is a parallel universe
You choose, and the other options
Just run alongside

Everything waiting, watching
In frenzied stasis, until
You decide.

Second guessing, wishing
Are on the new path
You’ve chosen.

The favored outcome
Along side, in tandem
Moving, but frozen.

It could melt
And meld, if your choice
Matched your wishes.

Or could just swim
Forever alongside
Like dead floating fishes.

6146. arkymalarky - 8/8/2016 5:48:05 PM

Love the perspective. Where was it I heard someone stepped on a Bug somewhere and changed the course of History? Big Bang Theory? That's where I get most my quotes these days.

6147. NuPlanetOne - 9/20/2016 5:00:45 AM

I believe that was Chaos theory Ark. But something new.

Music

I need to listen
To more music. Songs
On the radio. In my head
I used to be songs
Lucky to be soul
During Motown. White kid
I could dance. Felt it
But Rock'n'Roll and the whole
Brit Invasion, saved me.

In a dark place I found
Mozart. Number 24. C minor
That's where I went
Sitting on the floor
Back against the couch
Ah! The Allegro.
This was new music!
By the second movement
In a crouch. It reminded
Me of our baby's conception.

I listen to Dean Martin's
Greatest hits often.
And Frank. And the Beatles
My Grandkids sent a birthday text
In it they sang will you
Still need me when I'm 64.
My daughter loved that song
Is it wrong to want more?
Is there music after this?

6148. arkymalarky - 9/20/2016 9:34:54 PM

Right, chaos theory! My kids were just going on this afternoon about the Beatles. They're officially back again. Pretty cool. I need a poem like that, and to get some perspective on how to be spending my time.

6149. NuPlanetOne - 1/19/2017 8:56:35 AM

Chicken Worship

A hair follicle preserved in rock
drifting through space needing only
a place to touch down. Time is irrelevant
and a gamma burst pushes it into
a different vector. Direction is an illusion
Location, like time, does not matter
where observation is only a remote variable
in such an equation. It is, that is, the egg
and not the chicken. It may take several
forevers for something to happen
It will take no time at all
Any random perturbation in any system
could affect a possible resurrection
An uncountable number of circumstances
could alter its course. But, of course,
circumstances are illusory as well,
As only the cell, matters. Why it beats and eats
And clones and repeats, then sleeps,
not even the chicken knows. And it goes and goes
on through space. A place where time is static
and only reveals itself in a mirror
And why it reveals itself at all is the ball
bouncing echoing alone and coming to rest,
is what I have guessed so far
And with so many places where it could stop,
that could allow it to talk, I mean,
from one simple rock, could pop
into existence and with personified insistence,
we worship the chicken.

6150. judithathome - 1/19/2017 11:11:01 PM

I absolutely LOVE this one!!!!!

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