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The Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. XIV
Volume IX, No. XIV
Sunshine and rain
The winter gods weaken slowly
Reluctant to relinquish
What they see as rightly theirs
The winter gods weaken slowly
Reluctant to relinquish
What they see as rightly theirs
How they must enjoy the ages
They cover the world in ice
We have survived
Outlasted them
Spread across the planet
Our presence felt on every continent
They cover the world in ice
We have survived
Outlasted them
Spread across the planet
Our presence felt on every continent
Winter vanishes
We remain
Glimpsing summer through spring's door
We remain
Glimpsing summer through spring's door
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
poems (mostly short), whatever, and a link to short story that anyone under the age of 18 does not have my permission to read.
Even if you don't believe a word of the Bible,
You've got to respect the person who typed all that.
You've got to respect the person who typed all that.
-- Lotus Weinstock
More on spring
Poet’s Eye (Recursive Variation)
Yellow buds and green buds and red buds and purple,
Bright pine needles and clear azure skies,
White clouds drifting on the afternoon breeze,
Warm sun lingering on crisp spring day.
Bright pine needles and clear azure skies,
White clouds drifting on the afternoon breeze,
Warm sun lingering on crisp spring day.
A pair of turtle doves pause on a redwood fence,
Young squirrels sprint from branch to branch,
Fat robin searches for a proper nest site,
Sparrows nest safely within pyracantha thorns.
Young squirrels sprint from branch to branch,
Fat robin searches for a proper nest site,
Sparrows nest safely within pyracantha thorns.
White yellow fire through cool evergreen branches,
Sinking slowly towards earth’s spinning edge,
Chattering feathers well perched for the night
As sunlight slips into bittersweet sunset.
Sinking slowly towards earth’s spinning edge,
Chattering feathers well perched for the night
As sunlight slips into bittersweet sunset.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
arrogance
Extra-terrestrial Relays
You may think I have ADHD,
But I tell you I have only a fully fast brain
That bounces off a thousand different places
While you may linger between “good” and “morning.”
Between the time you ask if I want coffee
And then, the number of sugars I prefer,
I shall have visited distant galaxies
And walked beside Shakespeare on theAvon .
And then, the number of sugars I prefer,
I shall have visited distant galaxies
And walked beside Shakespeare on the
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
Life has a way of distracting you.
One minute you're contemplating absolute evil,
And the next you're rinsing out your hosiery
And checking the roast.
One minute you're contemplating absolute evil,
And the next you're rinsing out your hosiery
And checking the roast.
-- Carol K. Howell
arrogance II
A Gondola on
Show me your demons
And I’ll raise you two of mine,
Dark and gnarlsome, I send them out
To do my muse’s bidding
Full of clever song and wit.
And I’ll raise you two of mine,
Dark and gnarlsome, I send them out
To do my muse’s bidding
Full of clever song and wit.
I have bedded whatever
Fools you have thrice over,
Lyric falls madly from my pen
In great starry clusters
That nothing like the sun persist.
Fools you have thrice over,
Lyric falls madly from my pen
In great starry clusters
That nothing like the sun persist.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
back to spring
Valkyrie
Small swallow hawk
Following the beltway,
Below the clouds,
Before the sunrise,
Searching for fresh road kill
Or new spring mammals
Still too curious to care about
An effective means of air defense.
Following the beltway,
Below the clouds,
Before the sunrise,
Searching for fresh road kill
Or new spring mammals
Still too curious to care about
An effective means of air defense.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
What follows is a link to revised short story, a bit to tease, then a link to what some may think of as pornography.
I do, but pornography artfully done and executed with a purpose.
No one under 18 should attempt to follow the link as they will discover sex, fall into a promiscuous life, and go directly to Hell after reading it. Or so I'm told.
Anyway:
The woman awakes in what appears to be her bedroom. She checks the alarm clock and determines that it is still the middle of the night. We see her moving restlessly in bed unable to sleep. She is loosely covered by her sheet and, after a time, pushes the sheet aside and we see that she is naked.
She appears to be young, no more than eighteen or nineteen, and slightly underweight.
She pauses briefly before her hand slides down over her hip ....
There is no way to take the danger
Out of human relationships.
Out of human relationships.
-- Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
business nonsense
SOA What?
Cross portfolio data framework implementation,
Metrics, PowerPoint, and overreaching architecture,
The battleplan continuum meets geek netcentricity:
We have found the authoritative data source
And the data is us, all that messy human wetware
That mars the perfection of the program.
Metrics, PowerPoint, and overreaching architecture,
The battleplan continuum meets geek netcentricity:
We have found the authoritative data source
And the data is us, all that messy human wetware
That mars the perfection of the program.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
there appears to be an underlying theme today: more about spring
Transparency
Rain approaching – afternoon or tonight --
Murky depression hanging low across the sky,
A useless window overlooking a gray scale spring,
Reviving memories of all those long days in the classroom
Waiting for the bell to ring, hoping to make it outside
Before the storm descends.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
I get to work on time everyday,
8:45 a. m.
Because the UPS man comes at nine,
And he's fine as hell.
8:45 a. m.
Because the UPS man comes at nine,
And he's fine as hell.
-- Loni Love
a brief bit of starpoet herself
Out of the Valley, Endlessly Rising
The great ships drift in space,
Silent except for imagination,
Silver and white, a touch of black,
Glittering in the darkness
Between the stars,
Ages from planetfall and hope.
Silent except for imagination,
Silver and white, a touch of black,
Glittering in the darkness
Between the stars,
Ages from planetfall and hope.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
You always know when the relationship is over.
Little things start grating on your nerves.
Little things start grating on your nerves.
'Would you please stop that?
That breathing in and out,
It's so repetitious.'
That breathing in and out,
It's so repetitious.'
Ellen DeGeneres
Sacramento Valley
backstory
Out Through The Valley
I was born in the bottom land
Between the
Sacramento and the American;
I am of the valley and from the valley,
A childhood filled with open spaces and empty highways
That filled my summers with adventures
That never could make it to the foothills
No matter how hard I forced my legs around the pedals,
No matter how close the Sierras might look
To my curious mind and body. Each trip ended
With a Royal Crown cola and some sort of sci-fi paperback,
And me, in my room, propped up on my bed,
Waiting for my mother to finish cooking dinner
For my brother and me. In my mind, where the poet lives,
The summer never ends, I am always young, my parents are alive,
And the start of the school year is still several months away.
Between the
I am of the valley and from the valley,
A childhood filled with open spaces and empty highways
That filled my summers with adventures
That never could make it to the foothills
No matter how hard I forced my legs around the pedals,
No matter how close the Sierras might look
To my curious mind and body. Each trip ended
With a Royal Crown cola and some sort of sci-fi paperback,
And me, in my room, propped up on my bed,
Waiting for my mother to finish cooking dinner
For my brother and me. In my mind, where the poet lives,
The summer never ends, I am always young, my parents are alive,
And the start of the school year is still several months away.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
when music is important
The Patrons in the Opera House
The music is frozen, the singer ages,
Moving through time and space
While the music remains tied to specific places,
Where we were, who we were with,
The rush of excitement when we were first kissed;
But now, decades later, all we share with the singer
Is our memories, and that is seldom enough
Unless we are dead already.
Moving through time and space
While the music remains tied to specific places,
Where we were, who we were with,
The rush of excitement when we were first kissed;
But now, decades later, all we share with the singer
Is our memories, and that is seldom enough
Unless we are dead already.
Play the music, play it loud,
Sing as if your life hung on a thread
That would break if you grew silent;
If you can’t do that,
You might as well shut the door,
Your music isn't any good for anything.
Sing as if your life hung on a thread
That would break if you grew silent;
If you can’t do that,
You might as well shut the door,
Your music isn't any good for anything.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
A kiss that speaks volumes
is seldom a first edition.
is seldom a first edition.
-- Clare Whiting
looking around
Pentaverse
This moment, this brief second
That you read this
May be the only time
That you and I connect:
I offer you glimpses you may reject.
That you read this
May be the only time
That you and I connect:
I offer you glimpses you may reject.
If that is your will
(As certainly it is not mine)
Be off now before you waste
Any more synaptical time
On something you will find imperfect.
(As certainly it is not mine)
Be off now before you waste
Any more synaptical time
On something you will find imperfect.
This is not some urban drive by
That catches you between tokes
While you sit in some shade grown coffee shop
Or dimly lit saloon: my memory grows longer
Even as the world does not.
That catches you between tokes
While you sit in some shade grown coffee shop
Or dimly lit saloon: my memory grows longer
Even as the world does not.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2008
April 2008
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