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far and away

1.

far and away
removed from the day,
I have a superficial impairment
I can't speak with a forked tongue,
so I speak my own troof...
so to speak...

it's high time for a re-all-it-tea check
I''d have to say,
and there is no white-gloved rabbit
pulling any money from any hat
in my case,
just in case,
you would have thought working for
peanuts
is enough...

but then again, it's a pink elephant
standing in our living rooms

and we're wayyyyyyyy too drunk
on our superficiality to see.

2.

You won't touch this poem,
not with your soul,
not with a ten-foot pole,
tell me what is an hour of
your time worth?

do all dogs go to heaven
when fat cats lose their
bankrupt minds?

who sings for their supper
when the shores of discontent
are lapping near the rock
you think you are...

when the house falls down all around
you and you are left with an empty hole,
and nothing will fill it,
not your ideals,
not your ideas,
not your pretty poetic words,
the circumference of which is the inference
of which there is no way to dig yourself
out of the past into the present,

your own presence a question mark,
who are you now Anna,
Quo Vadis?

3,

I dreamed I was on a stairway to heaven
and all the clowns and juggling acrobats
the fools and the lovers of fools
the garden mystics and savoir-faire sainted-ones,
the wood-carvers, and the children of God,
the devils-may-care, the naysayers,
and the roaming bands of love hoarders,
the truth mongers,
hungry philosophers and pundits
were straddling every border,
there were frozen fish and the iridescent scales of justice,
jumping to every conclusion,
every hybrid of miscalculation
came out of their own tent of dreams,
leering and peering,
sneering and jeering,

came out to see me
walk back into the clouds..

slowly I turned.... falling like Niagra.










— Kailashana, Feb 21, 2009

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Ink Dragon

17 years 3 months ago

Anna,

"I have a superficial impairment I can’t speak with a forked tongue, so I speak my own troof…" yes, sister, I have the same impairment! (Love the opening so much!) There were a couple of typos, please check again, especially the second part. Apart from that: A wonderful write, so many vivid images and I also loved the assonances. Yours, ~Nina
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

:-), wish my life were

:-), wish my life were filled with a lover, money and fame.... not necessarily in that order... Humphf! ~A p.s. thanks fo the assonances...
W

W.C.Wampler

17 years 3 months ago

far and away poem

~A., One of my favorite poets in here is you. You tend to dig to the real meat of why poets must write. Ever the questions from deep inside, in a magical procession of words and phrases. And recognizable bits to put us in it as a memory. I feel like quoting the end (Three stooges,slowly I turned) "...to see me walk back into the clouds... slowly I turned...falling like Niagra..." Nice........wcw
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

LOL. Niagra indeed!

LOL. Niagra indeed! Memories come and go....;-) Thanks for reading wcw, even though I was crying in my beer... sans beer. ;-( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yJBhzMWJCc&feature=related http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slowly_I_Turned
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Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

magnifi -f*cking - cent!

nearly speechless, so of course I'm going to babble on about what I liked here... you started out very evocative of a fellow Clevelander, Chris Franke, in your bounce and whimsy, then I sensed a quiet, yet dignified anger (perhaps righteous indignation?) that reminded me very much of Natalie Merchant. (one of my favorite singer, song writers) The understated power of this is beyond my words for the emotion that it captures, subtley. Mark W. "The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public's money." ~ Alexis de Tocqueville
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

What can I say? The only

What can I say? The only problem is poetry is read by fellow poets, and poetry books are purchased by fellow poets. If only the general public would read poetry--the poet after all, is the harbinger of truth--long before the peaceful marches, the angry riots and the cost/price of war. No one listens though, or is there a subtle level that is being picked up/communicated now? One can only hope. Much love. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho
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W.C.Wampler

17 years 3 months ago

far and away again

~A.,I reread this yet again, and right at the start of part #3, we're on the infamous Stairway, and the clowns arrive. This reminded me of the song "Send In The Clowns" (was it Judy Collins?)and it seemed to fit with your poem. (...don't bother, they're here..) Beautiful. By the way, T'anks for th' memmries w/3 stooges clip. Laugh? ME?...out loud! wcw
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Oh you are having fun Anna

What a mouthful of tea, devils, philosophers and frozen fish ! I had such a dance especially towards the end where the rhythm took me faster and faster in the list of absurdities, those deities of life! I love it. Oops from a pink elephant, Ann of Norway.