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Vol. IX, No. XLVIII
Vol. IX, No. XLVIII
In These Confines
The aging king,
His health failing as failing must,
Finds the young heir checking daily
On the state of the king and his pulse.
His health failing as failing must,
Finds the young heir checking daily
On the state of the king and his pulse.
It's not a pretty sight,
Not now or ever is,
When the hopes for the one
Are forever dimmed and tarnished,
And the promise of the next
Lies still unhavocked
By the world's foul dreams.
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 CE
there was a time when I would have known how into advent we are
-- but now the only rituals I'm concerned with are family and the Republic.
I must sound like an aging Roman senator.
the weather outside is frightening
A Xmas Carol
I don't want to shop here no more,
No moremidnight rambles in the mall,
Oh no, no no, no.
No more
Oh no, no no, no.
The Hecht's has been vacant for months.
Across the land, there's a lot of holes
Where a Bennigan's once stood
Alongside a Sharper Image
Across from the Linen 'N Things.
A
Wilson 's Leather store once filled this gap,
This gaping hole was a Disney's,
I bought my jewelry at that empty Zales,
Even the Gap looks like it's shrinking,
Can J. C. Penny's be far behind?
We ain't got no good vibes
In the homogenous habitat.
This gaping hole was a Disney's,
I bought my jewelry at that empty Zales,
Even the Gap looks like it's shrinking,
Can J. C. Penny's be far behind?
We ain't got no good vibes
In the homogenous habitat.
I wanna to get cozy by the fire,
I wanna to give the best gifts,
I wanna get a sparkly something,
And laugh on Christmas morning.
I wanna to give the best gifts,
I wanna get a sparkly something,
And laugh on Christmas morning.
Every year we spent, nothing was good enough,
The retailers always gave dire warnings
That after Christmas was going to be tough.
We went willingly again and again,
Spending money we did not have
The retailers always gave dire warnings
That after Christmas was going to be tough.
We went willingly again and again,
Spending money we did not have
To keep the spirit going.
Everything you ask for, whenever you need it,
-- We've felt everything we can feel in a mall --
We've gone into debt for rock star runway fashion
And mortgaged our future for new shiny cars,
And still the cavern feels as empty
As an aging church on Sunday morning.
-- We've felt everything we can feel in a mall --
We've gone into debt for rock star runway fashion
And mortgaged our future for new shiny cars,
And still the cavern feels as empty
As an aging church on Sunday morning.
What if I don't wanna shop anymore,
If you need your money for dinner?
It's a lousy feeling to shop and feel bad
Knowing all the people who can't
Because market forces have intervened
And taken all their food and money.
If you need your money for dinner?
It's a lousy feeling to shop and feel bad
Knowing all the people who can't
Because market forces have intervened
And taken all their food and money.
Is this the Mall the woman was shot at,
Is this the one where the lady was kidnapped?
I can't remember if I should be careful or not
Or where in the parking lot I even parked.
But if I don't shop at Christmastide,
Will I be responsible when the economy crashes?
Is this the one where the lady was kidnapped?
I can't remember if I should be careful or not
Or where in the parking lot I even parked.
But if I don't shop at Christmastide,
Will I be responsible when the economy crashes?
This was the stuff that dreams were made of:
The rush of purchase unrestrained and pure,
The quickening of pulse at a new perfume,
The feel of a silk blouse, a diamond pendant,
The four inch heels from Nordstrom or Max Studio,
The soft leather hand bag from Versace.
The rush of purchase unrestrained and pure,
The quickening of pulse at a new perfume,
The feel of a silk blouse, a diamond pendant,
The four inch heels from Nordstrom or Max Studio,
The soft leather hand bag from Versace.
Oh no, no no, no.
I don't want to shop here no more,
No moremidnight rambles in the mall,
No more suppertime credit card calls,
Oh no, no no, no,
Oh no.
I don't want to shop here no more,
No more
No more suppertime credit card calls,
Oh no, no no, no,
Oh no.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
But while we're here,
But while we're here,
Let's dance.
looking ahead
Always giving yourself to me;
I doubt any deserves the love I receive
Every night in your arms when we sleep.
Things might get rough,
But we never said that they weren’t,
Together we can stand
Against the hordes and the terrorists,
The world is ours for the asking.
But we never said that they weren’t,
Together we can stand
Against the hordes and the terrorists,
The world is ours for the asking.
Between the two of us, darlin’,
We have three fourths a century
Service to both flag and country;
We have three fourths a century
Service to both flag and country;
Let’s spend our last quarter
Loving each other
And everything that went before
Will turn out better.
Loving each other
And everything that went before
Will turn out better.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
doing roy
An Echo of Rainbows
Once it’s over, it’s over,
It may have been a great run
But now, after the fat lady,
Everything’s done that can be done.
It may have been a great run
But now, after the fat lady,
Everything’s done that can be done.
No more chasing rainbows,
No more second chances,
The lonely sun won’t ever rise
For you to see the next sunset.
For you to see the next sunset.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
Life is short, break the rules.
a moment of infinity
Final Sequence
Fingers, lips,
Tongues, moist flesh,
Kisses that linger
On willing breasts.
Tongues, moist flesh,
Kisses that linger
On willing breasts.
Heart, breath,
Jagged, racing,
Bodies surrender,
As time grows full.
Jagged, racing,
Bodies surrender,
As time grows full.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
into my hand
After Sunset
Earp and Mix, heroes all,
Part legend, part history, part fact;
Myth and reality wrapped in celluloid,
Dramatic license to cover the tracks.
Part legend, part history, part fact;
Myth and reality wrapped in celluloid,
Dramatic license to cover the tracks.
Ancient cowboys, dusty trails,
Outlaws running from law and nation;
Chased and hunted, star and badge,
Until a marshal was not needed.
Outlaws running from law and nation;
Chased and hunted, star and badge,
Until a marshal was not needed.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly
the chosen ones
Leader Skills
Hitler had a puppy,
Gandhi beat his wife,
JFK did Marilyn,
Nixon opened China.
Gandhi beat his wife,
JFK did Marilyn,
Nixon opened China.
All our heroes have feet of clay,
All our villains are human;
There are no saints, no earthly satans,
Just us primates, man and woman.
All our villains are human;
There are no saints, no earthly satans,
Just us primates, man and woman.
Our eyes are on the heavens,
Our feet are stuck in mud,
For every step we take ahead,
We veer a little sideways.
Our feet are stuck in mud,
For every step we take ahead,
We veer a little sideways.
The least among us is no better
Than the highest we have raised;
The most powerful is no weaker
Than the weakest one alive.
Than the highest we have raised;
The most powerful is no weaker
Than the weakest one alive.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
I swear it's all probably true.
You can come to Shirlington and check it out.
Give me a call when you do and maybe we can do lunch sometime.
Walking in Shirlington
I dreamed I saw Yoko Ono
Walking down the streets of Shirlington,
She drew past me into the tailor’s shop,
Perhaps to buy a new suit for Sean,
Perhaps because she is the owner-tailor
Or the unlikely seamstress of Campbell Street.
Walking down the streets of Shirlington,
She drew past me into the tailor’s shop,
Perhaps to buy a new suit for Sean,
Perhaps because she is the owner-tailor
Or the unlikely seamstress of Campbell Street.
Normally the only dignitaries on Saturdays I see
Are the champion dogs and their families
Out for a late morning walk. Yoko’s pet, if any,
Must still have been in her penthouse apartment,
Tho’ a chance exists she’s embarrassed by its pedigree
Or worst of worse cases, she only loves cats.
Are the champion dogs and their families
Out for a late morning walk. Yoko’s pet, if any,
Must still have been in her penthouse apartment,
Tho’ a chance exists she’s embarrassed by its pedigree
Or worst of worse cases, she only loves cats.
I can’t imagine someone who impressed John so
Would be so disconnected as to scorn a dog;
But I can’t vouch full safe for her private psychology,
-- She is an aging international celebrity after all –
An artist who married the brightest of all Beatles
Then treated the world as her personal audience.
Would be so disconnected as to scorn a dog;
But I can’t vouch full safe for her private psychology,
-- She is an aging international celebrity after all –
An artist who married the brightest of all Beatles
Then treated the world as her personal audience.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
Shakespeare was the son of a glover,
Ben Jonson was the son of bricklayer,
Edmund Spenser the son of a tailor,
Christopher Marlowe the son of a butcher
Ben Jonson was the son of bricklayer,
Edmund Spenser the son of a tailor,
Christopher Marlowe the son of a butcher
And I am the daughter of a radio and television engineer.
With our collective lack of good breeding,
somebody else obviously must have writ what we done writ
-- probably some high-falooting graduate
of one of them colleges on the the east coast of the United States,
don't ya think.
somebody else obviously must have writ what we done writ
-- probably some high-falooting graduate
of one of them colleges on the the east coast of the United States,
don't ya think.
LJT
into the breach
Quarry
Born, died
-- I cannot tell you more.
About the rest,
She went on many adventures,
A murmur upon the wind,
A whisper around an evening fire,
A name mentioned softly in disbelief.
-- I cannot tell you more.
About the rest,
She went on many adventures,
A murmur upon the wind,
A whisper around an evening fire,
A name mentioned softly in disbelief.
I have not met a legend,
Only the woman I love,
And must piece my myth from history,
Her image from the battle order,
To even award these vague laurels
Silently on my beloved.
Only the woman I love,
And must piece my myth from history,
Her image from the battle order,
To even award these vague laurels
Silently on my beloved.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
the one
The Thread of the Warp
She tasks me, she heaps me,
|Her words have no confines;
I would be not otherwise
And still be me.
|Her words have no confines;
I would be not otherwise
And still be me.
I am a poet, turned and shivered,
A pale rider pursuing a fading sun
Across landscapes well worn in time
Shifting beneath my feet as I ride.
A pale rider pursuing a fading sun
Across landscapes well worn in time
Shifting beneath my feet as I ride.
What greater glory has anyone
That to do what she does best,
To chase the perfect unspoken line
That she might smile at last.
That to do what she does best,
To chase the perfect unspoken line
That she might smile at last.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
my strength
Keystone
At the end of the day,
She gathers me,
Anchors me,
Gives me reason to sleep.
She gathers me,
Anchors me,
Gives me reason to sleep.
Come morning,
We wake together,
Breakfast and go our ways
Until dinner binds us once more.
We wake together,
Breakfast and go our ways
Until dinner binds us once more.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
December 2008
Love truly, laugh uncontrollably,
And never regret anything
That makes you smile.
That makes you smile.
most definitely starpoet
Up and Out
I was in high school
When Star Trek began,
And graduating
When the series ended
Three years before
Armstrong walked on the moon.
When Star Trek began,
And graduating
When the series ended
Three years before
Armstrong walked on the moon.
Now, four decades later,
We are starting the adventure
Once and for all, all over again.
We are starting the adventure
Once and for all, all over again.
Go boldly now into that infinite sea
That stretches so brightly out before us,
Up and out to all those new worlds
Clinging to their suns in orbit,
That we might do our parents proud
And all our westering ancients.
That stretches so brightly out before us,
Up and out to all those new worlds
Clinging to their suns in orbit,
That we might do our parents proud
And all our westering ancients.
Lisa Jain Thompson
December 2008
© Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2009.
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