StarPoet Newsletter Vol. XII, No. L

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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. XII, No. L (December 11, 2011 C.E.)

Baby it's cold outside but the dog seems to like it. Would I a thick undercoat to shed the chill. But then I would have to shave it everyday so what's the point?

Warm beside ourselves
We must wake up
Greet the world
To the dentist take me
But not until
We breakfast

Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2012 C.E.


two weeks until Christmas Day, less until Sol Victorious. The Solstice approaches. Rejoyce! .

the commercial primate
Lashes Enhanced
Lashes enhanced in post production, Lip color saturated by computer, A nautural face au naturel, Plucked, smoothed, and stained. A modern woman, an ancient female, Instinctive tricks of the trade, A necessary evil, a primate convention, Sex and seduction and then marriage.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that they will also make better soup. -- H. L. Mencken

a poet's life
After You All Leave
After you all leave, the woman in the box Will silently disappear, molecule by molecule, Word by word, demagnetized and forgotten In the rush for modernity. The cat's meow is a passing thread Quickly frayed and subsequently discarded For the jitterbug or the watusi and a Quick stroll down past the media's hungry eyes. Ancient and well versed she is doomed.
Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

winter memories
Oatmeal
Outside the rain was cool and steady, What passes for winter in Sacramento, Inside, in the warmth, I was all of ten And watching my first Shirley Temple -- Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm -- While my mother made oatmeal cookies From scratch in the kitchen, Their sweet scent filling the living room Where the television sat big and woody In the corner between the front window And the side. My stomach soon filled With my mother's loving effort While Bill Robinson danced with Shirley On the stairs.	— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

During the course of the seven years I played scenes with an oil slick, I played a scene with a grain of rice. Sometimes with indescribable creatures. I remember having a conversation with something which was simply a smell, that's all. It was part of our job. -- Patrick Stewart

starpoet's boast
In Some Future Time
In some future time, On this planet or some other, A being will discover The secrets hidden here Within these simple lines. The dark matter is everything, Pulling and pushing each word, Drawing out thoughts, twisting others, Warping the woof of the text until All is hidden to the unsuspecting.
Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

I've got a vendetta to destroy the Net, to make everyone go to the library. I love the organic thing of pen and paper, ink on canvas. I love going down to the library, the feel and smell of books. -- Joseph Fiennes

starpoet
The Battle for Caprica
The Cylon fleets descends on Caprica Greeted by the dissidents occupying the street And the operatives working silently behind the scenes; Bombs, rockets, poison gas and tanks, The Federation falls, scatters back to the safety Of alleyways and caves as the demonstrators surrender, Bowing and genuflecting to their overlords, Joyous that the Federation has fallen at last And their new masters are anything but capitalists.
Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

for the poet aeternal. this seems well done
Beneath the Moonlight
Ghost to ghost, she speaks to me, Urges me to do more, taunts me When I do not meet our standard, Whispers sweetly in my ear When I do good. This is not an easy gig, She is not a taskmaster Who takes failures lightly, Even when I please her More often than not. We are what we are, no more, no less, And dance beneath the moonlight For the pleasure of all the gods And the universe that waits beyond.
-- Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days. -- Benjamin Franklin

branches in the road
Caesar
Suppose Aurelius had been younger, Survived his final victory To rule an Empire in peace, What then would we say of the Romans And their philosopher king? How would Christianity have dealt With him?
Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

For Cedar
The Dog
If the nights keep getting short and colder, The Dog is gonna have to take himself out, Or use a toilet like any other civilized being; You'd think it would be obvious to a Border Collie But all he ever does in the bathroom Is watch us intently while we sit there And occasionally stick his cold wet nose Against our warm naked flesh -- I think it must be Some sort of Border Collie joke that he shares With all the cool dogs when us humans are not around.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do. -- Rihanna

seasoning the mix
Tilting into Winter
This morning's heavy frost suggests That Winter has finally made up its mind, The earth has moved far enough around To banish Fall from the Northern Hemisphere. We tilt into winter, away from the sun, Moon and planet chasing time and space, Dancing madly across the Milky Way Whose seasons are unending.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)

reality check
*Some People Think* Some people think I never fuck up, Others think I do nothing but, Personally I think I fall Somewhere in between, but ask My friends or some of my enemies Who I am certain can give you A fuller picture depending on Where I've been on the bad days.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2011)
I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning. -- Robert Duvall


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