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the outside of the house
was looking rather dull
and over a color chart
I did ponder and mull

a shade of maroon
made for great appeal
so did a rich shade
of Kensington teal

with the color decided
for the paint job
into the local hardware store
I did nonchalantly lob

the chap behind the counter
asked if he could assist
I said of course you can
as I waved my wrist

we walked to the paint and putty
section of the store
where there were gallons of paint
sitting on the floor

we discussed the advantages
and disadvantages of exterior gloss
and I opted for a shade
known by the name of Rock Moss

the paint was placed in the trunk
of my Nissan four wheel drive
I then set out for home with a paint
which would bring my house alive

the overalls that were in the tool shed
I quickly hauled on
and I proceeded to paint
the exterior walls with great aplomb

there I was on ladder high
slapping the paint brush around
when all of a sudden
I landed face first on the ground

the house painting job
came to an abrupt finish
ye olde ladder and I parted company
after the skirmish  

a painting contractor is finalizing
what I didn't quite complete
and by next Friday week
he'll have the outside of the house looking neat

it has been an adventure
improving the exterior of my home
yet I wouldn't have had the adventure
but for the ladder wanting to roam
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Sarina
hung your reflection upon our cave
the moonshine, the tiny peats
you only exist in these natural rags –

it smells like incense and
I am so alone.
you would chase ghosts down a narrow corridor
seeking absolution from your own regrets.  

don't think for a minute you'll find your answers there.
the love unfolds at whatever pace you are willing to set.

joy is reserved for the heart that forgives the past,
and beats itself wildly into the future.
in the right corner of your room,
the white paint is peeling away,
to pick at it & watch the entire
thing collapse upon you.

much like the empty things i feel:
nothing but chipping little flakes;
fragile little waste that might
decorate the floor of your room,


naked walls enclose this empty space,
but confused excited atoms dance about ,
screaming at each other in a tongue
that I’ve never known nor care to.


cotton sheets, a sweet odor of skin,
***, oranges & things i can’t get across
cause the line is blocked, overloaded.
i want to; bring down the roof upon us

scratch, pick away, take parts from
the whole thing until it gives way
& submits to the overbearing weight
of unseen structural weaknesses


before being buried alive in this mess,
i’ll evacuate & leave behind this expanse
i’ve been squatting in since i first laid
my eyes upon your deceivingly lazy face.  


(i’m not in the business of maintenance)
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Angela
I sometimes speak in riddles
a little *** for tat
A simple exchange of random thoughts
that flow to a rhythm all it's own
Sometimes it comes in metaphors
sometimes it clear as a bell
But, always it is straight from the heart
Always it's cleansing to the soul
I can share my wishes and my ever changing dreams
I can expose my deeps fears and my sneakiest of schemes
I love the world of poetry
It's the only place I call home
For even when I sit here by myself
Somehow I am never alone.................
.
We walked along the grainy ocean,
Our way, smooth as a path to nowhere
And through a dance of reeds your hair,
Steeped with marshes of wings and air,
Red, mellow as fire from the fallen sun,
Your flowered dress was the first spring
Ever germinating and blue crystal waters
Sprung, of coastal pools, Knockanare wells
And I was flung, as a windy clutch of seeds
Dreaming, your voice, bloomy, song wafted,
Rousing, as remembrance in fragrances —
And the moony, blinking stars soon peopled
Our woe-less eyes, full of sleep and vision
And all the stones held us deep as sarsen.
Knockanare Well is a holy well in County Cork, Ireland.  It is situated on the left bank of the River Awbeg, about a half-mile east of Buttevant and southeast of the Ballyhoura Mountains. A Sheela na Gig once stood next to the well, indicative of its importance as a mystical site for many centuries. The water from this well remains crystal-clear and sweet.

Greystones (Irish: Na Clocha Liatha) is a coastal town in County Wicklow, Ireland. It lies on Ireland's east coast, 8 km (5.0 mi) south of Bray and 27 km (17 mi) south of Dublin, with a population of about 15,000. The town is bordered by the Irish Sea to the east, Bray Head to the north and the Wicklow Mountains to the west.

The word "sarsen" is a shortening of "Saracen stone", with "Saracen" being used as a synonym for "pagan".  Thus "sarsen" would mean "pagan stone", "stone of the pagans".
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