Fawlty Towers
START WITH FRIENDS, be with friends. Full speed ahead to 2012! Wishing you clarity...may you bend to a gentle wind.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all the incredible talent out there!! Thanks for a wonderful ride....
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Photo/ Bert Stern
TODAY WE CAN SALUTE MARILYN.....an invitation from Tess at Magpie Tales.
BUTTERFLY
Hey Joe, it's what I do,
I turn the infra-red on
across the universe.
Even interstellar dust
can't obscure my game.
Did you want me
to round the bases with you,
when restless hands
keep reaching for
my effervescence of desire?
What book did you have to open
to find me?
I don't live in words,
but in the space
between your eyes and mine,
a cocoon on my way
to metamorphosis.
See me flying by,
a chrysalis,
exuvium crumbling,
A Monarch butterfly.
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LET IT SNOW, let it snow, let it snow.....then drop in for some chestnuts roasting ...how nice it would be if we were all next door!
Let me have a child's Christmas,
one more time.
Let me see
the star that shines
a blessing on this world.
Most of all,
let the circle of loving faces
smile at me again.
My wish is the same as yesterday's.
Peace and hope for all.
Merry Christmas..Happy Holidays!
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Image/ Lee Friedlander/ 1966
A NICE LITTLE MYSTERY this week from Magpie Tales, thank you, Tess...
IDENTITY CRISIS
You think you're incognito,
but I'd know you anywhere.
Not fooled at all
by that Lugosi cloak,
and midnight greige
does not become you,
but better button it anyway,
to heat up the morning chill.
I like you more in green,
eyes matching sea glass
washed ashore,
not shielded by dark specs,
like some ersatz celebrity.
You still favor
that fringe of Medusa hair,
and as always flash
a gargoyle smile
for the paparazzi rush.
Let's not forget the shadow
that follows wherever you go,
of the Buddha,
humming a celestial Ohm.
I'd know you anywhere.
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Image/ Mostafa Habibi
THIS WEEK'S Magpie Tales....thanks, Tess Kincaid.
QUICKSAND
Forever and a day you were right,
yet there you stand in quicksand
believing that the sucking sound
will lift you up to the second floor.
I hold the lifesaver,
a sweet candy
on the tip of my tongue,
bright red, a sugared cherry
the color of a heady summer's bloom.
I recall when you were
my redeemer,
knew the answers,
but you painted everything grey.
The years are an ocean,
lapping against the shore,
rising to flood your intentions.
It took so long for me
to gather my fragments
and shape them into a fortress.
You are
the medicine years,
a drug ground down
to swallow with water.
Now you sink
as a grain of sand,
part of the fate of hermit crabs.
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Lunch/ George Tooker/ 1964
AN INSPIRATION for this week's Magpie Tales from Tess Kincaid.
SAY SOMETHING
Looking for a cuppa Joe,
I came across a resistant morning.
The gush of the weather
drove me indoors.
Neon flashed: EATS.
I made myself diaphanous,
the better to pick and choose
floating wisdom.
My sixth sense tingled
from sundry communiques.
Under my breath I commanded,
chew that last crumb,
brush a bitten lip,
wonder about tonight's
Blue Plate Special.
Are you lonely today?
Say something to me.
The coffee's cold,
no time for a refill.
The weather has changed,
look out the window.
You don't even know.
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