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 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
No Name
“Pass me the salt”-
    screeches of metal on glass,
    tinkling glasses
    crunching and chewing and slurping
No one says a word.

Staring at plates
    smeared with the residue,
    covered with crumbs
    everything running together
Avoiding all eyes.

Sometimes,
it is less lonely
to sit in solitude
than at the family dinner table.
 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
Flower Scent
I am Lazarus

wrapped

in bandages

Of Insecurities

Fear,Doubt

Lies,Scars

and Lost dreams.

I am Lazarus!

I am Dead!

Unwrap my bandages,

Feel me Naked,

Breathe in me

your breath,

So I can live!

Dress me

with your heart,

So I can love.
She was only fourteen
Happy and vibrant
Awaiting her first kiss
Not noticing who was watching
Her neighbor odd but friendly
Obsessed with her loveliness
Coerced her to stray from safety
She fell into a pit
Dug well ahead of time
It was a heinous crime
She had no time to scream
Unable to fight
He smothered and sliced her
Never to be whole again
Copyright Heather Mirassou
 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
John Stevens
A Man and a Woman
can often not see
Eye-to-Eye of
what could be.

Their hearts not joined
in spirit and love
tear apart the fabric
when push comes to shove.

One may be a taker
in all that they are.
One may be a giver
but only so far.

The selfishness in thought
"It's all about 'ME!'"
Leads to destruction
of what could be.

Life and Love must be
shared not abused
It takes work and effort
If it is not refused.

The Recipe
(your taste may vary)
-------------------
Equal parts Give
from an abundance of Love
Equal parts Receive
from a deep need to fill
Both without expectations
But with Understanding and Love.

Stir in Commitment
in genuine Love
Lace it with Caring
with a dash from Above.

Sprinkle with Patience
and a pinch of Forgiveness.
Best added immediately
to prevent stiffness.

Mix in Consideration
Stir in generous Time
Hold close to the Heart,
Listening....                      
                  ­  with Love Sublime.

Kept simmering for Years
The flavor's Divine!
That comes with Attention
When not left to Pine.

Lighten the Heart
and blend in Laughter
It is much more Fun
It's what we are **after.
(c) 10-27-2010
"It is tough to rescue someone drowning
who does not want rescuing.
Let them drown (pass out), pull them out,
revive them if you can.  Otherwise, both go down."
 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
Eoghan Byrne
Men want a confession. Women want a promise.
Men play. Women study.
Men talk and think . Women listen and think.
Men run. Women walk.
Men sing. Women dance.
Men cook. Women serve.
Men count numbers. Women write poems.
Men read puns. Women read paradoxes.
Men want to go fishing. Women want to catch fish.
Men demand dedication. Women demand devotion.
Men think backward. Women think afterwards.
Men want more time. Women want to turn back time.
Men believe in God. Women are friends with God.
Men have shame. Women have pain.
Men have pride and honor. Women have glory and victory.
 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
William Blake
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil’d!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip’d my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush’d rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
 Nov 2010 Ben OHara
William Blake
Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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