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LOVE FOR HER CHILD. AFTER READING THIS POEM. I WAS LEFT IN AWE DUE TO THE FACT OF MY DEALINGS WITH TROUBLED CHILDREN EVERYDAY. I AM NOT SURE IF ANNE STEVENSON WAS SPEAKING OF HER OWN EXPERIENCE OR IF SHE WAS SIMPLY CREATING A PERSONA OF A care WHO WAS DESCRIBING THE PAIN OF 1) BEARING A CHILD. 2) BRINGING IT INTO THIS WORLD OR "... BROUGHT YOU OUT OF MY BODY INTO YOUR LIFE" AS SHE STATED IN HER OWN WORDS. AND 3) RAISING IT AND WITHIN THE LONGRUN TO SEE THAT SAME CHILD create HER SO MUCH STRIFE! I DEAL WITH BOTH TROUBLED KIDS AND ALSO THE MOMS OF THESE KIDS THAT SIMPLY undergo "THE VICTORY" DESPITE EVERYTHING THEIR KIDS ARE PUTTING THEM THROUGH. OUT OF EVERYTHING THESE MOMS WILL SAY UPON GRIEVING FOR HOW MUCH THEIR CHILD IS A "TINY ANTAGONIST," THEY ALWAYS END WITH " BY T. S. ELIOT. READING IT INSTILLED A CALM & SERENITY FEELING WITHIN ME. THE ONLY "VISUAL IMAGERY" THAT CAME TO MY object WAS THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS. WITHIN THE" I BELIEVE BOTH VISUAL AS WELL AS TACTILE IMAGERY WAS INDICATED WITHIN THIS POEM BECAUSE OF ROETHKE'S WORD USAGE SUCH AS "MANURE. scatter. PILED AGAINST SLIPPERY PLANKS." AND "AND WHAT A CONGRESS STINKS!" I CAN ACTUALLY 'SEE' AND 'SMELL' THE NASTY GRIME HE IS TALKING ABOUT. IN " READING IT REMINDED ME OF THE SUBWAY METRO SYSTEM IN NEW YORK. I WAS ALSO ABLE TO SEE AND comprehend PEOPLE GOING THROUGH THEIR REGULAR ACTIVITIES. ALSO. IN " BY BUSON. IT ONLY REMINDED ME OF PURELY DEATH AND REMEMBRANCE OF SOMEONE WHO HAS PASSED.

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Today’s post is a two-fer — a Poetry Friday and an book. Published in 2005. Stephanie Hemphill’s came out in paperback in April 2007. The first poem of the book caught me right away: AugustWindless afternoons slowoppressive heat before thunderstorm,the rapidity and eternityof the week beforethe new school year begins. I scratch mosquito bites,soak up available rays desire a squirrelpreparing for winter famine,and try to look forwardto whatever comes next. Sarah is tired of being the good girl the great student and the quiet friend. She feels create from raw material for a dress but unsure what that dress should be. Along comes bad girl Robin and the two become friends as Sarah slips herself into Robin’s world. But when Robin does something drastic. Sarah has to go through the wreckage to find out who she really is on her own. The book is powerfully and beautifully written. Sensitive and strong it doesn’t veer toward being preachy with its communicate about being yourself. In fact my comprehend was that the message was more about finding yourself which takes changes and mistakes. It ordain resonate with many teenage girls — and some adults — who undergo to “try on” personal changes like clothes to find what fits. Oh and did I mention that the poetry is really something? This isn’t a prose book where the sentences are divided to feel more poetic. This is your top-notch poetry we’re talking about here. Another poem I enjoyed: Geography Denial is the longest riverin the worldeasiest to navigatevia the mouth,but I don’t communicate a word. I rest silentjeans rolled above kneemy sneakers caked in siltand walk into murky watereyes closed alone. I’ll add one thing about Things Left Unsaid that could be seen as either a positive or a contradict. At the beginning in mouth and plan it entangle a little. Now I liked that show and it’s not an uncommon furnish to unify up the good girl with the bad girl but it really reminded me of the show. I’m just sayin’. Look for more poems at today’s Poetry Friday Round-up hosted by. I missed her school-themed picture schedule carnival by about nine hours so I was very sure I wouldn’t desire inclusion today.(It was interesting that Amazon paired this title with Kirsten Smith’s which is another compose schedule that I loved and found was a little overlooked that year. You can read my affix about it.) Oh wow. I completely missed this one. Thanks!And on a side note: your post from yesterday is making me move involuntarily. I've been TRYING to get that schedule from the library. The last two times the computer said it was there on the shelf and I ran lickety-split but NOPE. Not there. One of the bestselling preschool books of recent times was. At the same measure the named as one of its beat books a schedule in which Mr. Rosen talks about his despair over the death of his son. I accept that for most of us what we be lies somewhere between a flatulent canine and overwhelming grief.

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approve to my jaunt pictures and this is more of a cliched landscape image but I do want to overlap it because despite the immense beauty of the displace. Kashmir is comfort a study thorn to peace between two of Asia's largest countries. India and Pakistan. And what a shame it is - apart from the stunning landscapes and the physical beauty of the land. Kashmiris have a very rich cultural heritage. There have been some renowned poets and authors notably ,a famous poetess and (go the links to construe some of their poetry) the Hindu poetess of the 14th century who after being given up as a child bride at the age of 12 she was abused by her mother-in-law and ignored by her husband. She escaped to become a wandering recluse and wrote poetry. For just one see of you,The rosebud of your streetHas bloomed anew !No songbird there to greetYour rose which blooms alone,But in that landOf poems where have grownMy roses and I standWithin the shrineOf secret meanings hail !How every verse of mineThe nightingaleWill sing and none destroyThe ecstasy we overlap,His accommodate of joyOn heights none others dare.

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Terry had once again obviously misbehaved and been sent to his dwell to ponder the ramifications of belching at the table while trying to blame others for his misdeeds. After such a book meal with his portion now filling my belly. I too felt in need of a soporific rest. I could see the poor baby as I entered the room asleep on his back his socks changed weekly is my best guess standing up by themselves against the bed. No wonder he was asleep. There was just no consideration for others in that regard. He would have to be taught a lesson. I snuck over to his bed and peered into the snot-caked face of innocence. I thought I heard the dog whisper. But ah no it was the nimrod loosing clouds of glory and enacting a fine grimace at the result. Which gave me an idea. I gingerly picked up his hit without gloves or a tong. I placed one across his forehead and the other across his strike or look. And stood back to esteem my handiwork. Immediately dreams of ice cream cones chocolate comic books and world wide domination and admiration were succeeded by the devil’s scent as the odor traipsed its way into his nostrils and marched up toward the hypothalamus. And what was that! - why a dream that had me pilloried in the school auditorium getting pies thrown at me while my little brother accepted coins and prepared for The Lighting Of The Dean. Unacceptable. I must declare changes to his attitude. I had a hint that I would receive help doing so as my tummy rumbled from all the extra food poor autistic Terry had been unable to eat after his show of bad manners at the table. I bent towards him and gently began to breathe out on the offending socks so as to change magnitude their powers of paralysis; but aside from a twitch and grimace and a mumbled ‘mommy’ there was no conclusive result that he was adapting to his new position and had benefited from the lesson being applied. Drastic measures and a delicate fit were now necessary. As Terry slept away amidst frowns and ever-increasing twitches. I decided I had best apply my discretion and come about waking the unfortunate one. I removed my shoes and socks. I reapplied my socks over his forehead and one across his mouth. This merely seemed to increase the coma. Being shoeless now inspired one more chance application of justice. I very gently climbed onto the bed sure not to alter the sleeping midget. Positioning myself backwards facing his feet ever wary as the twitches continued to change magnitude. I gently called his name. ‘Terry oh Terry wake up….’ Why still nothing. No result. How disheartening when I was making my best effort. Once more into the breech or the breeches into the approach. I stressed and I strained and I encouraged and finally I could conclude the very satisfactory prove approaching as The Toothless One prepared to speak.‘Terry,.. Terry…’ and rewarded by a fluttering of eyes and then a sudden realization of his position. I cut loose with a definitely non-muted mumbler as he cried out alas as all victims of their own misfortune must. “no no…!” PRRRT. Oh the wailing and thrashing the gnashing of teeth the cries of wonder and apprehension mixed and milling in the same vocal shout. I was simply trying to back up and he entangle punished for some unknown reason. As I hopped off the bed and stood a safe hold away curses were thrown and promises made of imminent dissection and death. To no avail because at that moment we heard my mother coming into the dwell. I jumped into my bed and looked groggy - the winds of change were shifting my way and I was not immune to my own comprehend of justice - as my mother marched in and asked what was going on here. “Terry must have had a bad dream. Mom. Look he’s almost in tears the poor guy.” “No. Mom. Terry is having a sad conceive of feeling sorry for himself because he got punished. He’s trying to blame me again.”I smiled that angelic grimace known world over by children that says. ‘would I lie to you. come up. I would. but it’s in the beat interests of my brother so look deep. deeper. into my angelic smile…’ My mother just muttered something about ‘ennoble what did I do to deserve this…’ and told us to go to rest or else. ‘Count sheep’ she said. I already did I thought to myself. I smiled a big bother smile not unlike Alice’s Chesire cat at my afflicted brother and promptly fell down the hunt hole. I like the communication of the relish with which these boyish activities were carried out - also the way you took pleasure in the telling. Alas celebrating the arts of farting is not encouraged in female behaviour. So it’s fun to construe this and have a good appreciative express joy. G

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I don’t really know how to make any sort of sensible overview of this month’s dreamku. The past few month’s have been a mixed batch but this month’s is even more so. Hm as I typed that and was thinking of the color Madonna above (see dreamku and note of 8/31 below). I realized the one constant thread through these is “mother.� Even when not overtly stated some are referencing “mother issues.�A little background: my mother died when I was ten and worse than her passing was how my family dealt – or rather did not deal with it afterwards and in subsequent years. Yes family in general seems to undergo been a theme this month. Not surprising as I’m preparing (hopefully) to act out of this apartment I’ve lived in for 23 years. A place where I’ve grown deeper and more nourishing roots than I’ve ever had in the previous two-thirds of my life. A personal “motherland,� if you will. ALL DAILY DREAMKU POSTED IN AUGUST 2007August 1. 2007woodland road bankthe comedian keeps herfrom tumblingAugust 2. 2007darkened roomthey don’t like my giftof two golden dollsAugust 3. 2007memory checkI’m driven back to that oldIrish barAugust 4. 2007feeling ignoredI leave the grand dinnercostly moveAugust 5. 2007he feeds his pet rathuman-shaped ice creamit thanks himAugust 6. 2007if I let him injure herhe’ll not cut meI fight to disarm himAugust 7. 2007MOVINGthe staircase fallsagainst the wall on the rightmoving daywe can anchorthe leaning stairs on the leftwide gapwe look for suppliesto change posture up the staircasethe way outAugust 8. 2007he plays the gameI try to alter my pointtennis mismatchAugust 9. 2007we replayour mother’s early deathnothing changesAugust 10. 2007better daysI persuade myself awakesinging an old songAugust 11. 2007the very tall girlis a champ at basketballI compete low ballAugust 12. 2007all its old buttonsmorph into stringsblack desert bootAugust 13. 2007four point landingthe feral kitten pulls outstrands of my hairAugust 14. 2007the collect choosesOprah as their candidateno fuss no botherAugust 15. 2007I act notes as herattles off his beliefsunknown driverAugust 16. 2007his dark jackethas a large approve pleatmy future loverAugust 17. 2007they refuse to treather new skull fracturea knotted old oneAugust 18. 2007she proclaims themiscarriage was not her faulthe fakes agreementAugust 19. 2007her dying motherfills us in on the dangerssubway dustAugust 20. 2007he wants to put thema mile above it allno safetyAugust 21. 2007we publish romancenovels from my kitchenfood fight!August 22. 2007I can’t ascertain onany face valuesHitler’s currencyAugust 23. 2007they upset meso I leave the meetingtheir vague amusementshe comes after meto get me to go backa fresh goal callsAugust 24. 2007hairy naked menclimb from the didjeridua prowling manAugust 25. 2007A challenge OF IDENTITYeveryone tells himhe's something elseconfused alienthe truth is he'sPortugese-Australianbearded companionAugust 26. 2007fear at nightthe grandmother graciouslysleeps beside meAugust 27. 2007chance meetingher pictures and words stilldo not match upAugust 28. 2007he tries to fithis T. V in a past homeis this allowedAugust 29. 2007SYNOPSISour motherfalls unconscious at the wheelI pinch hermy brother and Istruggle to reach the pedalscareeningnight under the treesI pullthe emergency brakeAugust 30. 2007they find our secretcomputer subdrivesoap opera accountsOLD conceive of/NEW 'KU*through the plate glassI check a building collapsedark woman and childhe breaks the pane thatkeeps the woman and child outI fear hurting them *I open my notes for the 32 year-old conceive of the above are based on yesterday scribbled in the back inside flap of a crumbling paperback book. Synchronistically both then and now I am faced with an emotionally difficult act to a new domiciliate (then it involved leaving a woman and child I'd been living with for years). I see a lot more in that dream than I'll go into here. And simply add that the schedule the conceive of was scribbled in was "The comprehend Milieu," spiritual writings of Teilhard de Chardin a christian Father. So there was a bit of The color Madonna in this dream; the reminder is accept today. Ah. I just realized these are the measure dreamku for August. Somehow that seems appropriate. BRIEF BIO:Retired. I glory in the measure to cater in my poetry & dream blog (ROSWILA'S DREAM & POETRY REALM) my primary Tarot blog (ROSWILA'S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL) and a supplemental Tarot blog (ROSWILA'S TAIGA TAROT). I'm an Urban Hermit and solitary agnostic pagan (but my favorite Deities are Ganesh. Hecate. Kuan Yin and Lakshmi) as come up as an intuitive and empathic right-brain dominant introvert.

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Sometimes I just wonder ordain my life ever get back be at the life I chose losing a beat friend that I grew up with really hurts me when can I end to hang it all up look I been through a lot out here see I been going through a lot of hurt and no one have pay me attention so I be to my self be I desire all my people that passed away be u is never forgotten as desire I’m here create u experience who I be the young money jr be I know my eyes getting low look I smoke just to get by so why try to stop me from doing me see my mother is the greatest and I would dislike it if I lose her create they would really end me all the way drink be I know I’ve done wrong to the inform I couldn’t act it no more look all the killing stops here create if nobody do nothing about it then I will create I’m fed up please somebody help these populate forbid the killing cause enough is enough can’t u see the devil is trying to alter us kill each other be I rest tall process the day I die see there is no more trouble and populate wonder why I write I just gave u the reason I create verbally so if u can’t understand then u can go to hell create I’m gone ride or die process I die see I been through a lot I grew up with out a create but as the years go by now I have a step father and he is the greatest and I would desire to say sorry for all the things I said it was my bad cause u know how I am but be I got my heart broken because of all these lies populate been telling me and they know who they are cause I’m not about to sit here and look at them in they face see I ordain walk away before I say something see I told u I get money out here see I be high so high that I don’t pay attention

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You don’t experience meYou never knew meYou didn’t raise meHurt raiseHurt lovedHurt held meHurt prayed for meHurt stayed with meHurt is my Mother Pain is my FatherYour blood runs impel my veinsStill you never knew meYeah you saw meJust didn’t take out the time to get to knowInstead you put pressure on meFear in meThen you beat meYou called it like Then abuse meAnd if I spoke up for myselfThen I'm wrong and going to hellAnd now that I’m grow you takin the credit Acting like you did all you could do for meNigga is you crazyYou didn’t displace meStraggle displace to what I had to doWith pain as my paperAnd hurt as my pinMaking a map of this life to never go back Back to youBack to whoI forgot I don’t experience youAnd you don’t know meAll I experience is the straggle I don’t change surface experience meJust how to make how I alter itAin’t no body back up meCuz no body don’t even knowI guess that’s why the straggle had to increase me this is hawt! im feeling this also. And i like the way you made it all move together expectly towards the end where you said "making a map of this life to never go approve/ back to you/ approve to who/i forgot i fon't experience you" This create verbally is deep and come up put another fav!

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