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Foolish Monkey

Location: MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
Birthday: January 31

Bio: *************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************

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SEPTEMBER 10, 2009 12:38PM

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when the dream is not a dream

cemented sky real as the hand in front of my eyes

tentative fingers vaguely tapping

onetwo onetwo

where are my children and their softest songs

the day is still...

wind whispers through the open heart

I hear you

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This is wonderful. Makes me think of my own, who I never see enough of. Great Stuff~~

scanner

September 10, 2009 01:02 PM

syncopated very well! rAted!

Chuck A. Stetson

September 10, 2009 01:58 PM

Thank you both for your kind words.

I needed a break from being a politcal nutcase and this poem just popped out. no fixes either!

Foolish Monkey

September 10, 2009 02:18 PM

I have no children and when I think of others children, I run like the wind. It is good exercise. Still, I liked your poem.

Michael Rodgers

September 10, 2009 03:18 PM

Michael R., I run like the wind from other people's children, too.

Foolish Monkey

September 10, 2009 03:22 PM

I trip other people's children when they get near me :)

iamsurly

September 10, 2009 07:48 PM

as well you should.

Foolish Monkey

September 10, 2009 07:49 PM

Just wonderful...lucky kids...xox

Robin Sneed

September 10, 2009 08:00 PM

beautiful avatar, beautiful piece.

Beth Mann

September 10, 2009 08:30 PM

Robin: thanks for peeking at my poetry. I'm no ee but who could be?

Beth: you are too kind. that's an old one that I particularly love called "self portrait with hat". on it is inscribed "beware of enterprises requiring new clothes (and hats)".

Foolish Monkey

September 11, 2009 12:04 AM