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Plain Jane Learns Philosophy

I'd talk to you

of dying -- but,

everytime I started

to experience it, I ran

like hell. I'd rather talk

to you of living --

the air under a bird's wing,

four leaf clovers,

the twinkle in a wink.

You nodded. My world's

wind on your eyes. Index finger

bores into your dimple.

I never stood

a chance.

 

10:47 PM

April 18, 2007

Alexandria, VA

 

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  • Shakari
    May 19, 2007

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    This piece was unique, as have been all of your poems. I love how you speak of us running through death through superstitions of life. We do anything to live, no matter what sorrows we go through. Well, some of us are so fortunate as to be able to do that. This piece brings so many emotions forward. It speaks of innocence through the beginning of life, but that innocence doesn't stand a chance. No matter how many four leaf clovers we have, the innocence draws back to reveal the evils of the world that consume us, yet were once ignored. May all be well, for your writing is excelling! Keep it up!


    • tomisb
      May 19, 2007
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      We are all silly winks in a moment of joy. yes, the world is an ugly place at times, but the real crime is how often we miss how pretentious we are in our seriousness, when we should just enjoy a laugh.

      Daughter, I love you. You see so much and quickly realize that what is on the service is just a tease. I am glad you seek for the story behind the story.

      Love, Tom B.


  • storiesuntold gold member
    May 9, 2007
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    This was cute and sad at the same time


    • tomisb
      May 10, 2007
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      we, myself in particular, are confounded by the joy of someones love. Yes, there is a sadness. It is how we to often let joy slip by us because we want to be important. Love, Tom B.

  • in-the-twilight
    May 9, 2007

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    Wow... this is really good... you wrote this really deep and I'm totally speechless at what else to say to this amazing poem. It's my pleasure to get the chance to read something this great. Rock on! xoxo Meg

    • tomisb
      May 10, 2007
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      Thank you. Your joy is a gift to my day. Love, Tom B.


  • AgeofAquarius
    May 9, 2007

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    speechless in the depth of revelation

    You nodded. My world's
    wind on your eyes. Index finger
    bores into your dimple.

    I never stood
    a chance.

    I'd rather talk
    to you of living --

    the air under a bird's wing,
    four leaf clovers,
    the twinkle in a wink.

    Very profound reminders of someone who tried to share with me the wonders of innocence... children peering at clouds.

    Eloquent.

    Read the sreries of comments, very enigmatic as to the Plain Jane series...?



    • tomisb
      May 10, 2007
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      Plain Jane is symbolic of all woman. She is my muse and my love. As human "beings" we are magnificent and to often forget to celebrate our love.
      Love, Tom B.


      • AgeofAquarius
        May 10, 2007
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        But to "BE"

        Where we are truly God's children in this moment.
        to learn lessons of past clearly, to understand why we're where we are perhaps.

        But to BE as you say beautifully in the magnificence of where we are now it seems is to look to the brightest star of hope in the celestial wonder with light of truth to light our steps today, toward tomorrows dreams.

        Very eloquently stated as always Tomis.

        You do a great job reporting and as a crystalized record keeper.

        Namaste my friend.


        • tomisb
          May 10, 2007
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          Read my poem "Evenin' Star" it is a lot of this kind of stuff. Check out Eckhart Tolle if you haven't allready. His "The Power of Now" is well worth the read. Someone else is Meier Baba. His talks of experiecing your experience and will leave you thinking about his parables forever.
          Love, Tom B.


  • Darkkitty
    May 9, 2007
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    I think I'd rather talk of living too! lol Great write~! I love the way you set it up!and i loved this line "the twinkle in a wink." So cute! Great write! Never let the pen drop...

    --Darkkitty


    • tomisb
      May 10, 2007
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      Life is for the living. Joy the river love swims in. Thanks for sharing yours.
      Love, Tom B.


  • klassy lassy
    May 8, 2007

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    LOL... Tomis, those canyons are full of feathers. You fall in, and they fly you out again, laughing. Your Plain Jane doesn't know her own power... or does she?


    • tomisb
      May 10, 2007
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      We try to often to be serious when really laughter is all that can be said about the feelings of joy. Love, Tom B.


  • Whoochi gold member
    May 8, 2007

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    Oh Dear Master of Philosophy on Love, Life and all that matters...so refreshing to see you back and love Plain Jane..."My words wind on her eyes.." Oh and YOU my dear always stand a chance, you are THE KNIGHT in shining "amore" (play on word!) HA! superb as always...


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      This really says that nothing can stand up to joy. Love is always its own reward, we need only be still and present to know this. Love, Tom B.


  • ennovy silver member
    May 7, 2007

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    Good Job On Philosophy

    Plain Jane is gowing up wiser, and I see shes learning about the world and choices. You done a very vivd write, speaking volumes in a few words....excellent work...novy

    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      Thanks Novy. These things write themselves. Love, Tom B.


  • Abscessed
    May 6, 2007

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    you are just brilliant. i love reading you as always Tom missing you loads...has the internet situation sorted itself out?


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007

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      Still going 'round and 'round with Ma Bell in her many guises. This, too, shall pass.

      I am glad you found this short piece a bit of joy. I am posting several others while my friend shares their connection with me.

      Love, Tom B.

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    May 6, 2007

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    A thought provoking piece,we do shy away from talking about death when it is unbearable to think of that division between days shared and days drawn upon only in memory,wondered about dieing/dying,typo perhaps?
    The imagery was enchanting and the emotion sincere,the reader able to assimilate the scenario of the character being positively melted by being entranced by the other's liveliness,welcome back dear poet,you have been missed,peace from across the pond,Yvette


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      I fear not death. I just don't want to catch an early train. Yes, there are those that refuse to allow us the safety of our head trips. They make us laugh, become natural. We are helpless in the face of their aliveness. Love, Tom B.


  • PerVirtuous
    May 5, 2007

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    What chance? When the magician sticks his hand in the air and turns it so you can see front, back, and in the sleeve, you should know damn well there is a trick being played by the other hand. That one is only there to distract you. Think about it. The bigger the distraction the bigger the trick... You know what you find when you take away all the smoke and mirrors? Something completely without smoke and mirrors. Ha ha ha. Watch... POOF *I vanish in a cloud of smoke, all that's left is the echo of my cackles* Three bunnies for making me cackle.


  • Cannonsfire
    May 5, 2007

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    Now this is the man I know so very well, glad you are back...Maybe Plain Jane has taught him so much more tha he expected to learn and while he did, she also found that not only the bird had wings but she did too. Love, C
    P.S So nice to have you here


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      I wish I was back. I am borrowing a friends doorway to this world. I have a couple others I will post while I have the chance and a few reviews as well.
      Love, Tom B.


  • cherche -d -ame
    May 5, 2007

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    welcome back you have been missed by this readerDid you mean to change in the middle of the right from talking TO someone, then all of a sudden shifting toswitching the talk to be ABOUT someone? And what is this: "I never stood a chance" bit. That must be a conclusion that you drew {and usually those are very misguided by our own insecurities and self doubts]

    I'd rather talk

    to you of living --

    the air under a bird's wing,

    four leaf clovers,

    the twinkle in a wink.

    Loved those words....they have my kind of dreamy magic in themHave a geart weekend and I hope you will make up for lost time in writing,
    much love,
    xoxoxoxoxo
    reenie


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      Still fighting to get the phone mess straightened out. Still, playing with poems even without a place to post right away. Yes, I meant to change from talking to, to talking about. It is more about trying to be serious when your partner refuses to do anything else but delight in you. Finger in dimple. ASL for cute. What do you do? Some just steal your heart and leave you helpless and in love.
      Love, Tom B.


  • Night Hope gold member
    May 5, 2007

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    "My world's
    wind on her eyes. Her finger
    bores into her dimple.
    I never stood
    a chance."

    Ahhh...sounds like love is in the air...whether it be love for a pretty woman or for a child, those dimples will get ya everytime, Poet... Welcome back, Tom... Wanda


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      Index finger in dimple. Means cute in ASL. Love is always a possibility around Plain Jane. Glad you enjoyed this. There is another Plain Jane poem posted now, check it out. Love, Tom B.


  • bw43
    May 5, 2007

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    lol who is plain jane? that just means it is an adventure in living? cute. LoL. or do u actually know a jane taht is plain?

    yey you are finally back!


    • tomisb
      May 8, 2007
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      Plain Jane is my creation. Love poems for the less than perfect at first glance. I play with the revelations of the heart, not of the flesh. we all know we are waiting for our love to envelop us. I am rambling. on just for a while from the mercy of a friend, till I can clean up my telephone mess. Love, Tom B.

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