and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 3/7/2013 1:16:19 PM
Without a plumbline! Its destined for an uneven keel..
Wow And it took me all this time to find this marvel of the quill..
Keep Writing
Ch'erie :)
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 12:09:51 AM
You have such enormous talent - where are you these many years?
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 12/4/2012 12:08:40 AM
A superb distillation of disgust and defiance. Love it!
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 6/20/2008 2:17:54 PM
Incredibly powerful and visual. I love this poem!
I hope to read more very soon.
Axilea
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 5/24/2008 3:22:06 PM
I'm glad I came here and read "to engineer fate" - well-written "even time has a breaking point".
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 5/24/2008 3:19:35 PM
Strong, distinct lines. Well-written.
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 5/11/2008 8:48:14 PM
I can't believe I didn't comment this one..Shame on me.. Especially now after watching a Movie Called" The Rabbit Proof Fence" it's a stinger,and meant to be. Recommended viewing. SO how is yah. Hope things are fine, haven't seen you around for a long long time. Haeremai everything is Kapai...Or is is Kai in general..Lunch time Hmmm.
Hugs Ch'erie
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 4/18/2008 6:29:08 PM
Very creative artwork. iQuestions worth asking to anyone not just any time. I enjoyed this deeply.
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/31/2008 2:36:26 PM
I like your style, clear and direct in short, clean lines. I have to stop back and read more.
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/30/2008 3:39:51 PM
engineering fate... burning ourselves at the stake to keep warm.
What excellent comments on people and the things we do to ourselves, to our world.
Excellent.
Terry
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/30/2008 2:17:47 PM
Great construction, every line has a clear purpose in this poem. I like the way the title comes at the heart of your poem and the lines
"an exploration of self
[doubt by another name]"
say a lot.
Axilea
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/28/2008 3:56:09 PM
Excellent write. Very deep and explosive in wills of two hearts. The ending so true.
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/28/2008 12:38:41 PM
To challenge fate we all do, to engineer fate, a task in futility though try as we may. Nice piece....
Be always safe,
Karen
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/28/2008 8:50:19 AM
To engineer fate... I believe the only way to do that is to make those (forbidden in my home) statements like... "It can't get any w...." (I REALLY don't allow those statements! hee, hee...) or "What else could go wro..?" No... to tempt fate is not a good thing, and engineering it isn't either. :~) It just doesn't work...
Enjoyable write. I liked the format of it too. The second and third to the last lines are my favorite...
Cryssa
(and if something bad happens today because I wrote most of those forbidden phrases I will know who to blame!) :~)
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/28/2008 7:51:30 AM
Hit right between the eyes - it's just that my stormy seasons are getting longer and longer - powerfully effective -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 9:16:47 PM
Great structure, this poem. I love "it was so for a season-" as a lead-in line. It pulls the reader in, and then states its case. Then you follow up with little asides, that let us know you're sane after all (so glad to know that. Sanity is highly under-rated in poets). Anyway, I love the symbolic elements in here: The getting burned at the stake, and the nailing hearts to doors... and your line "to keep warm" is shocking (in a dark Sam McGeeish way). And I love it. And your message comes out loud and clear, that you cannot put off the death of something meant to die. Not for long. It just feels/gets/means/is wrong. --Charlie
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 7:27:39 PM
egads this is spiraling deep. ...
an open wound of leftover relations, of hearts bound/burned together; a personal witch trial, where either way, youre doomed.. .so well crafted.
~ness
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 5:28:39 PM
Shame is an unseen will on our own. Fate demands we challenge her. Afterall, we are autonomous creatures with no need for fates controls. ~ Sara
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 3:57:22 PM
When the goal is noble, a course true to ourselves, we must stay. For nothing, is fated. Interesting introspective analysis. Jon Michael Willey
to engineer fate: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 2:27:24 PM
hmm very deep and revealing i see. a breaking point of even time. a thought to ponder i think.
randy
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/27/2008 11:39:08 AM
Life is delicate and relationships can experience many storms. You always express your heart so articulately. Welcome back!
Richard
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/25/2008 7:50:18 PM
Wrap the gift of your heart with great sensibility and care. Let not just anyone enter into there. Your self esteem will eventually tattle when someone unworthy, gathers there. Perception of self, is often deceiving. Most are far better than their perception. Very interesting poem and thoughts. Jon Michael Willey
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/25/2008 11:09:25 AM
How sadly revealing as we peek into one's soul. Yet, it rings true of wisdom and beauty......
Be always safe,
Karen
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/25/2008 5:03:15 AM
"its been a long time since i managed to convince words to stick together..."
seems you're still throwin' them words together quite well...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 2:11:09 PM
its been moons since i read of your wrods, and they taste so gently broken.beautiful. ...
when we were --fully young. ..
this inebreates [sp?] and constricts the heart; the crunch of time and bones and ribs and cages.....and you should be confined to none of those.
so glad, SO GLAD you posted.
youa re truly a talent
such soft echoed thoughts and streamlined verses. ..
succinct and subtle.
so glad :}
ness
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 10:23:08 AM
No, no no. JD, you are never a goodbye or understudy.
The poem is perfect, kinda like your soul.
Fag, metaphor is brillo, but say giday to such a loser,
for you are always a hello. A ding dong nothing wrong
the others say you look good in a thong.
Kewl to see you front.....xx
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 9:42:32 AM
Great offering....good to read you again!!
Love Tinka
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 7:53:35 AM
Wow! I read your reviews on a couple of my favorite poets and decided to check you out... so glad I did!
I love the imagery and analogies you have penned! I especially love the wistful and thoughtful ending...
Cryssa
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 7:35:29 AM
Cedric,
Oh, I've missed you! Powerfully penned, emotional write, very well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 7:18:01 AM
Nicely done, Cedric. The analogies you've written came together very well. It's nice to see your pen's ink is flowing again.
Have a wonderful day.
Jill
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 7:07:31 AM
I love this--these--analogies: the corset, the understudy, the dominoes... I love reading your poetry. It always leaves me a bit "short of breath". --So glad these words stuck together. --Charlie
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 5:43:42 AM
Cedric, it is good to see you posting again my friend, been too long but understand all too well, this poem is deeply moving as the writer reflects on the past, to understand the present and perhaps to prepare for the future. Very nicely done.
Fee
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 4:10:50 AM
Bravo, outstanding lines which deliver heart and feelings in each verse.
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 2:13:11 AM
Such a play will require a cast without a mold (wonder_filled) evol .~. Ted
disclaimer: (Poetry) - 3/24/2008 12:49:44 AM
Welcome back Cedric the Third, and I see you arrive with a bag full of optimism? WOW, shouldn't we take a cup of tea and discuss it a little?
Georg
slow motion (Poetry) - 1/28/2008 8:03:29 PM
The imagery in this piece is evocative and rich and the flow contributes to the effective approach to the topic. Nicely crafted work that pulls in the reader and creates a potent picture to experience.
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 7:52:56 AM
it seems the only option is a soft landing ... hope you find your target ...
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/23/2007 5:18:24 AM
Well expressed....welcome back.....happy you landed safe back on AD :)!!
Love Tinka
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/22/2007 2:09:24 AM
Welcome back Cedric the Third, never mind your parachute, mine is big enough for both of us...hang on.
Georg
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 8:06:24 PM
Reasons are many, but facing the truth is always better for all concerned.....
Be safe,
Karen
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 7:58:01 PM
concur with Richard; great to read of you again. ..
this is so intimate and real; vivid and visceral. .. a soft serenade of surrender, and not in the beauetiful kind, but the near hopeless sort that renders you powerless; and YOU can never be that. ..
a too surreal dreamworld. ..
powerful indeed
ness
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 6:12:48 PM
yes when marraiges or even relationships with any kind of love fall apart someone has to pay the price...when children are involved they usually pay the highest but sometimes the price the children pay for them staying together is even greater....Good write Cedric...been a while, I have missed you.
fee
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 5:36:49 PM
I remember those days. Lady J
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 5:13:09 PM
well done
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 4:44:58 PM
I could feel myself rising with each word, like the exhaust from a hot air balloon, pushing me toward the blue, in your skies!
Entrapping!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 3:36:06 PM
A lot of pure, simple angst is laced throughout this one, my friend . . . Blue is the word . . .
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 3:14:42 PM
And I don't need a parachute, because poems like this are a trampoline that makes me feel like I'm soaring--but in reality, I'm just falling upward towards the blue, blue parachute of your sky.
Your lines are exquisite, even in your pain. I hope this net of poetry we weave really does fling you back up into the sky.
You were a gift to me from someone's opened "treasure chest of authors"--It is a gift I enjoy! --Charlie
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 2:25:36 PM
Powerfully moving and meaningful, Cedric. Love and blessings to you,
Regis
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 2:18:08 PM
Oh, Cedric,
This is powerful...especially
"...alcohol makes us family
washing over failed marriages
until home is nothing more
than a preposition...." WOW
Deep pain in these lines, alone.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
untitled # 47 (Poetry) - 11/21/2007 2:16:30 PM
Deeply personal and starkly realistic. There is a distinct aroma in this write that describes well someones wounded heart consigned to being emotionally withdrawn. Good to read you again!
Thanksgiving blessings ...
Richard
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/17/2007 7:43:50 AM
No pride or prejudice here :):)
Lovely...
Ch'erie
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 6:55:01 PM
this leaves me motivated to remember moments in my life still grainy yet with definite form ...
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 6:05:19 PM
A wonderfully creative piece with broken memories of love, nicely done.....
Be safe,
Karen
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 11:48:08 AM
AS always your words open up a field of thought that lead between heart, soul and mind. Love it.
Fee
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 8:35:56 AM
My friend Leo gave mention of you as a treasure. Now here's a chinkable poem if there ever was --"dead pens" and "airbrushed monday's" --really?! Drop-dead brilliant word combos. I'll pay it forward and mention a few more treasures: Hightower, Carswell, and Durrant. --Charlie
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 7:53:08 AM
your voice~ finally.
i have come to expect nothing less than this beautifulness of finality, this soft needful breathing from your words. ..
this feels near breaking point to me; a fine line walked between realness and otherworldly; lucidity and madness; touch and intangibility.....
wonderfully composed and conceived
ness
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 6:54:59 AM
Cedric,
Where have you been? Have missed you!
No dead pen here: just pure poetry! Excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
slow motion (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 6:05:12 AM
Admired but never praised are empty of emotion.
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 5:19:14 AM
Expanded as you are ~ More beautiful you become ~love Ted
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 4:55:02 AM
Aw, putting it in bold with strike-out lines will not make the passion go away . . . Time will, however . . . Nice . . .
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 4:53:58 AM
what a piece to come roaring back with. you've been very much missed. the depth of this just rocks my soul... thanks for coming back. (i imagine any dead pen cannot help but spring magically back to life in your poet's grip.)
a diminuendo of love (Poetry) - 10/13/2007 4:39:27 AM
Well well well, welcome back stranger! so you love him like when you airbrush mondays and writing with dead pens? girl you need a big glass with Glenfiddich on the rocks, you got the blues.
Georg
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 9/30/2007 6:40:49 PM
look at all the pieces of commentary loving your writes to death. ..
you somehow take the minimalist approach and juxtapose that with everyday/thing experience of us all; intertwined with superlatives and stretches of bodies and iamginations and such an astute grasp of ideaology. ...
love the glitter/glue strophe
love the menagerie of fragility.. ..
you just are too talented dearheart!
ness
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/30/2007 6:30:14 PM
love the making of a list as metaphors for making a new life; i read the non-perishables as life itself. .. but i tend to make the voodoo doll images out of things in my head. ..
black bags. .black as in bruises but also in the absorption of every colour, every hope/idea/faith in what is faced on the outside. .. she has absorbed all she could---
such a powerful and simple thing...
so non-gussied up but dressed down, for an expedient leaving. . .
jsut excellent all the way around this
ness
letters to a lady (Poetry) - 9/23/2007 6:20:52 PM
This is lovely, I think. What a mood! Thanks for posting it. Can't wait to read more. Cheers
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/22/2007 1:53:54 PM
I enjoyed reading this...I felt your words
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/15/2007 11:51:17 PM
Way to go mate, get right back up again, never let grubbs take U down emotionally for anymore than the necessary grieving time.
Hope all is well,
Hugs
Ch'erie
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/11/2007 6:27:01 AM
She is dwelling on that emotional back alley too much, let the wound close and look if she must, a the scar from time to time to remind her that she's a survivor!
Georg
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 11:23:30 PM
That's sthe spirit, never allow anyone to knock you down. You bounce back kicking, loved this....
Be safe,
Karen
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 7:43:07 PM
i have been exactly t.here. ... with a favourite piece of scarlet ripped from deeper than.. . .. painful but needful write~
ness
out of time[s]. (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 3:50:35 PM
I like this. It's austere in its brevity, and the contrasting is good. I like the parallels and differences between the gangster imagery and the flapper.
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 1:48:42 PM
"uterus graffiti" . . . Gotta love it . . . I like this spit-in-the-face-with-a-big-old-yellow-one poem . . .
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 1:10:05 PM
Very intense, Cedric! One must heal in body first, then the mind needs to be nourished through love for oneself. Never allow another to abuse you, you are worth all the gold in the universe, and no one has the right to tarnish it!
Peace, Love, and Light to you my dear,
Amber "V"
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 12:50:33 PM
Powerful & more- love Ted
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 12:03:46 PM
Powerful write against the monsters who prey on those they think helpless...but sometimes...the helpless strike back. Well done J.
Fee
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 10:53:41 AM
There is a strength in here amidst the horror of abuse: to bend, but never break: excellently, painfully expressed. Well done, Cedric.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
bodies for breaking (Poetry) - 9/10/2007 10:52:55 AM
powerful, graphic... perhaps uncomfortable in the way truly effective art is... but offensive? Not to me. Rather, I read it as a cry of triumph, though whose cry exactly, that's a mystery. This could be read many ways, which is, of course, part of your neverending genius.
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/8/2007 1:04:15 PM
This is such a heartwrenching piece filled with disillusioned dreams and hopes. You have penned a masterpiece of life as far to many know.....
Be safe,
Karen
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 1:58:20 PM
Man, in my church the communion wine is bad grape-juice. This is one of the sad realities of life, emotional and mental abuse. Sometimes our hopes for things getting better can end up becoming dangerous. I hope you are well. Blessings ...
Richard
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 12:06:18 PM
What a strong write with such truth in it that I can picture this pour soul with her garbage bags rushing to be gone before he arrives to prevent her.
Fee
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 9:09:42 AM
I wish all women would find their "justification" even sooner. I am stunned by all the women who stay with their abusive men, and even blame themselves for such abuse. Me, I would take him out behind the barn and teach him about abuse. He would learn. Nice one, Cedric!
Ted
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 8:04:29 AM
it's not an excuse, it's a reason. An excuse makes it seem like you did something you have to explain. Sad piece.
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 7:00:33 AM
Sounds like a real deal and she might have waited a little too late, shoulda been gone before the door got kicked in . . . Good write . . .
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 6:54:27 AM
Verbal abuse is as violent, if not more than, physical abuse.
Needs 'justification' NO - needs strength!
Kathy
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 6:51:48 AM
Great writing,enjoyed...Hugss
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 6:19:46 AM
A potentially life saving write, Cedric, to just get. OUT. of abusive relationships. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 6:08:58 AM
No fear from this inherent beauty of a soul <>timing was appropriate to make again whole -All goodness & love * Ted
this is [not] home (Poetry) - 9/7/2007 6:08:03 AM
Domestic violence is an unspeakable crime because it is comited against someone that are not expecting it, that feels safe.
A million reasons no to stay, just needs one to go away.
Georg
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/4/2007 6:20:11 PM
thought provoking write, enjoyed the read.
thanks,
dan
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 10:36:58 PM
Very interesting question you have posed. It will take some pondering to sort it all through. Life your style, great write...
Be safe,
Karen
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 2:19:56 PM
egads; so many allegories from which to learn. .. a self effacing piece of heARTwork. .rendering the aesthetics with BOLD and italicized vapourized words creates a "yesterday" visual superbly. . .echoed wants and hopes for our selves/lives--- the painted, the touched--the ones who are allowing themselves to be rendered themselves, bent. . .breathed on and into being...alive.. . change is funny...and almost the only consistent thing in us. . .we hcange and must blend that into the scape of us
astonishing clarity and evocative write (id expect nothing less from you)
ness
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 12:05:35 PM
ahhh, interesting thing about freckles... the can be so beautiful, but airbrushing does put an unnatural gloss on their spunk... :)
you have created a haunting labyrinth here...
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 11:14:23 AM
This writes gives us a lot to think about for in order to appreciate, judge and value anothers life we need to judge our own first. The past is but what shapes our future...both the good and the bad but although we should learn from it, is it necessary to review it on instant replay. This is one powerful write that makes the reader think about it's many facets.
Hugs J
Fee
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 8:37:47 AM
though we cannot totally separate ourselves from the past, we can certainly overcome its presence in the manner we live our lives in the Now ...
excellent work, much enjoyed ...
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 6:07:30 AM
Nice work...your thoughts express a time of search in where one finds balance or is looking for that balance of life between the past and present, memories and harsh realities can take one to those points where balance and or yin/yang are a mere thought in comparison to one's own moral value...
a king's ransom?....yes we are more than that...
nice work.....
Art Sun...
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 5:21:42 AM
The past should be trated like a shadow of our life from a bad flickering light, that puff! and its gone whit sunrise.
Yin/yang is very good for Korean philosophy but we have our own yin/yang called self-esteem.
Georg
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 5:16:44 AM
Having felt the knife twisting, smiling through it all, I felt this one deep to my core. Absolutely can't keep reliving the past without it affecting the future: been guilty of that, o, yes. Concur with Jerry (below). I needed to read this, NEED to read: saving. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 4:46:39 AM
This is deep and exciting work! So many (myself included) allow our past to rule our present and that ain't no damn way to live . . . Thank you for posting this . . . I needed to read it . . . This one goes in my library and will be read often . . .
the yin/yang effect (Poetry) - 9/3/2007 4:36:10 AM
Unveiling of a soul & all of it's presence to date -{wonder-filled} -All goodness & love ^Ted^
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/2/2007 6:01:43 PM
Hard hitting write. I like the maths bit..
everything anessa has said is right on the money...
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/2/2007 4:56:00 AM
Your words will seems to be lake unclaimed baggage, but...258 reviews said that they are not taken with the wind of indifference.
Like Pink Floyd said...another brick on the wall!
Georg
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 7:00:45 PM
how you transcended and linked together the mundacity of ordinary things with the overused trite poeticness of what we try and create; the pedestrian 'i feel......' lines. ..such a clever one you are~ you made the words themselves slow. . .warp...a tesseract of vocabulary and images that are beyond what we perceive them as;
i get so flustered trying to pinpoint your exact notions/symbols/meanings b/c when i read your work, it seems as if theya re everywhere and so slightly lit up so that only the REAl reader [not the common ordinary one] can even attempt to decipher them; they are thinktanks of dreams, encyclopedias of beauty and gracefulness. . . such envy i have
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
this is such a analytical precision write that makes one STOP
wow
ness
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 1:58:45 PM
You have painted a lovely picture through your words, though your heart seems torn, great write.....
Be safe,
Karen
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 11:52:22 AM
A very fine precision of imagery, emotion, and tonal voice that adds up to one powerful poem.
Aberjhani
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 11:05:59 AM
Lady J~ I love the depth in which you write!
This is exceptional BEAUTY and much said in each line, with a hint of sadness!
Thank you for sharing with an OPEN heart! and Soul!
Warmly, Warrior SheCat Purrs....
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 10:00:27 AM
O Cedric, you have outdone yourself here. I hope you don't mind if I save this, you've concocted so many images here that I just want to snack on again and again. Sorry I can't be more articulate than WOW.
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 8:07:22 AM
J this is excellant work, I can feel your frustration and your pain and the images you conjured with the use of "I feel" line as well as the time example were great.
hugs
Fee
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 6:34:29 AM
Cedric,
Excellent. You pack much in small packages. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
letters to a lady (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 6:34:18 AM
Poignant and profound work. Great writing.
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 6:34:10 AM
Nice work on your expression of slow motion...even the depth of relationships can make things seem this way...
nice work...
Art Sun...
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 6:31:17 AM
Thought provoking. Nice work.
slow motion (Poetry) - 9/1/2007 6:02:55 AM
Unexpected course taken -When least expected {Emotions abound} -All love good ^Ted^
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 1:18:36 PM
You stimulate all of the senses and make the scenery come alive in frenetic prose! Love it, Cedric, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Budapest? Dang. Really did tie one on......LOL
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 1:04:28 PM
Enjoyed this tale, but how did you ever wind up in Budapest???
Be safe,
Karen
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 10:26:15 AM
Were you on last night's news?
Made me chuckle! Just love to c h u c k l e.
Kathy
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 9:22:38 AM
This is a feast for the literary senses. I am starving for more.
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 8:30:52 AM
I think it's a great start to an even potentially better story telling. You've left me wanting to know more about our bar hopper and even more about how she found herself in Budapest.
Dan
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 3:38:01 AM
She should had gone to Casablanca's Ricky's Bar, I heard that Bogard made some ganja that get Sam, the piano player, keep going like a zombie.
Bottoms up!!!!!!!
Georg
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 3:27:07 AM
Interesting format . . . Kinda like it . . . I loved New York when I lived there . . . Flushing and Lynbrook, L.I.
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/30/2007 1:32:49 AM
So many reasons to Sinatra through that tune -Here we find another with a global reach & clips for viewing - {pre-cinema} All love good * Ted
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 9:50:47 PM
I sense a new style in this short cameo of a story. I'd love to see you rolling from one side of the pavement to another, singing New York, New York in a raucous voice. Blessings. You've made my day. Victor
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 7:58:18 PM
i love the vignette, the sultry film noir/classic feel of this; only you could construct something this seemingly easy... the stop.still imagery is so unique here. ..a debutante swinging from lightposts, a gypsy curled in the corner of the world. ..
you are a phantasmagoric thing~
sublime even~
ness
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 7:42:19 PM
I see you with Bogie in a blk and white romantic thriller...
ET
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 7:17:29 PM
Hepburn.....Brilliant again
smoking sobriety (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 7:17:24 PM
Wow J, wish I had of been there to play Bogart to your Katherine, sounds like it might have been a fun night.
hugs
Fee
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/29/2007 10:09:46 AM
You are incredible! Speak, write...Heart touching here is conveyed.
Even if you did not mean to...I hope you are well.Jen
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 6:27:00 PM
Mind boggling. Thought provoking. Liz
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 6:26:53 PM
"Self destructive"? No way! Reality is showing itself and it seems you took a look, great write....
Be safe,
Karen
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 2:14:56 PM
You offer plenty of substance for pondering in your verses. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 1:42:25 PM
As long as you should live, your name will never be Surrender.
Like a Nile rived reed you will bend against the desert's storm wind, but will raise again, will never broken, and the spirit will be as indestructible as the piramides.
Georg
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 8:55:15 AM
Splendid exercise for the mind of any poet contemplating on writing an enigma.
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 8:19:55 AM
DAMN!!!!!! Cedric, you got my mind goin' with this one: deeply thought provoking. I will be mulling over this. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 6:41:03 AM
This is a manifesto masquerading as a riddle wrapped in a mystery disguised as a poem. I will be mentally chewing over it all day. I am unsettled by it, inspired to sing by it, challenged by it. Love it!
"everyone wants their two cents worth
but no one wants change..."
If that isn't the most succinct and accurate socioeconomic commentary of who we've become as a nation, I don't know what is.
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 5:54:27 AM
YAY, I'm just reading what's so amazing about grace...phil yancey...
Murder is wrong, but war can be a necessity.
Imagine if Churchill never faught off the Nazi Tyranny with all its vile acts, and just capitulated like the rest of europe, not helping the jews back to freedom, etc, etc, etc.
People like my father who faught in that war, my great uncle who died in the first one, because of men like that, we enjoy our freedom. Appeasement is for the man feeding the alligator, hoping to be the last one eaten by it.
Kinda in Nietzsche's style, the man was a fool and coward, as with Tolstoyism, and look how they ended up...
Very dark write...
Cleverly written and has sure got my gray matter working..
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 4:49:42 AM
J I love the way you stir the mind to think about each line and verse that you offer us. The possible illusion to abuse in the opening, the anti war sentiments in the second and the anti potlitical/rligious stance with the conclusion a look at your accusers...well done my young friend. Really liked this one and the style you chose to do it in.
hugs
Fee
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 3:52:27 AM
I love this J, Though wars achieves nothing...yet so few take time to notice, how true. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 3:40:36 AM
"though war achieves nothing
(no matter whose name it's in)" . . . World War II is an exception . . .
A rebel-with--a-cause is the theme of this poem . . . Artfully and may I add . . . Gracefully done . . .
a crash course in grace (Poetry) - 8/28/2007 2:10:59 AM
A poem that will perplex many. You depicy a struggle. My opinion is that it is not time or defiance that heal but love the agape type. Victor
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/26/2007 7:47:13 PM
It's like I can feel your soul crying, searching for a home, a safe place. I love the second chance for the 5th time this week. Excellent. You really shine through. Excellent. Liz
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/26/2007 3:17:21 PM
This is a little different style for you. I like it. Still has that smoky feel prevalent in all your stuff (reminds me of dream[less] strangers). Well thought-out and perfectly articulated.
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 9:19:59 PM
oooo..i really like the stark simplistic reality; and the internal structure/rhyme and knowing that composes this piece so silently, willfully.. .trying to decide if writing it was worth the energy. ..but knowing the beauty in the breaking down is eventually around the coffee cup.. .solitary...thinking....pining for more.. . more than...more than something....more than mere existence .... a life. . .. not just being, but BEing-- --
superb~
ness
vague remnants of promis[cuity] (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 3:16:09 PM
I am proud of you Cedric. Your work is getting very good. This is an excellent write.
Ann
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 1:12:07 PM
You have a great talent Cedric. May your pen never run dry.
of lovers and chameleons (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 1:11:02 PM
Fantastic! Nothing more needs to be said except that I'd love to have you as a member of my website. You'll find a link on my pages.
BTW Dancing with Chameleons is the tentative title of my upcoming book of love poetry.
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 1:08:54 PM
This is the first of your poems that I've read Cedric. There's a name for the genre in which one writes prose then two line stanzas but for I can't think of the name right now. One of the writers on my website writes in this form often. But, I can't remember his name either right now. Where is God on a Saturday when I need Him to kick up my memory bank? I'm off to read more of your poetry. I like this one very much.
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 9:53:06 AM
Is Monday Godless? Of course not. It just that we, poor deluded humans, cannot understand God's ways, and often blame Him for the misdeeds of others. Not easy to think this way, I know. When we are hurt, we have to mark time for healing, but healing comes if we offer our hurt to Jesus who was hurt for us. End of sermon, poetry wise, this is intense and deep and sad. But then I love sad poetry. Victor
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 9:28:25 AM
Cedric,
You took me there and set the mood: one doesn't read your poetry, they become it. That is the hallmark of a great writer. Thank you for taking me on the journey. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 9:12:51 AM
Has the same raw feel to it as the film, coffee and cigerettes.
Many amazing lines here within your prosetry...
reluctant to smile
for fear it be misinterpreted <---- so often it is, as i warn my sisters and nieces....
One can feel the raw emotions in this piece...
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 8:40:34 AM
Great write! I could feel the emotion from the very beginning.
Peace,
Dan
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 8:08:48 AM
If God wasn't there for me on Mondays
by Tuesday I'd be in a nut house...lol
Enjoyed reading.
Love, Hugs and Smiles,
Pat
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 6:36:53 AM
When the glass is broken one doesn't say that the glass is a little broken, it will like saying that a lice has dogs.
When it comes to God, He or you are on the wrong calendar page, because on mondays He is supposed to be overseeing everything, at job, while on sundays He is supposedly taking a well deserved rest.
Maybe it was sunday with one too many for you, or He is getting fed up with all our bunch.
Wheres is a God when you need one?...or was it a cop?
Georg
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 6:22:23 AM
Nice work J and yes you put us in this dark dreay misty early morn wishing we were anywhere but. We have all gone thorugh second chances, how many times, I guess we are all human.
Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 5:59:00 AM
currently on my fifth second chance this week... it's monday.
No more descriptive phrase ever written. What a magnificent piece you wrote here! Rome wasn't built in a day but it near brought me to ruin in one night. What wonderful poetic angst here. This is about the best I have read this morning!
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 5:44:33 AM
Nice...interesting...those times when we feel emotion that carrys us into nowhere, you write those emotions within a poetic display that one can see another's struggles with the very facts of life and yet....still broken or whole?
even God rested, maybe it was on Mondays...
nice work Cedric...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 5:24:10 AM
Tis touching to say the least - Crafted for sure release - Good thing is that it could all change at any moment -{Wondrous} -All good stuff -Ted
when broken feels like whole (Poetry) - 8/25/2007 5:13:04 AM
Intense J and such deep brooding thoughts to share, the images came alive as I read picturing a dark, drab dirty bench, a too tired young lady and the evels of life lurking in the shadows...but too, the hope that tomorrow is always another start and another chance.
Enjoyed this one.
Hugs
Fee
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/24/2007 9:27:15 AM
Cedric,
You've experimented perfectly. Ouch.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/24/2007 12:28:17 AM
Wake up and you will see my smile.
Wake out from a bad dream by my voice softly calling you...again.
Wake off without wondering how it was...
A poem of pain, like you, in the middle of the night kicked the doorjamb with a big toe...and still hurts.
Don't be stranded, just swim the short distance to my island.
Georg
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 9:56:52 PM
It is always what you think that is important. Set your own standards and let no one interfere. Strong write.....
Be safe,
Karen
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 9:03:08 PM
Important is you keep your own standards. What he thinks is of secondary importance. Victor
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 7:23:08 PM
You prove that much can be expressed with an economy of words. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 6:14:32 PM
Again I thank you for sharing your words with us, well written indeed Cedric.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 5:18:21 PM
Like the simplicity of this one J. as you say so much with the minimum words for maximum effect. Very well done indeed.
hugs
fee
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 4:58:40 PM
Yeah but IM-ing is more fun fun fun...
Who can trust the land of the lord of the rings?
Anyways you don't need make up....
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 3:08:21 PM
You have created a wonderful journey here of dealing with loves interaction. Enjoyed
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 2:48:24 PM
Oh the avenues traveled which make a life worthy of examination-To filter & come out the other side-{wonder-filled} -love*Ted
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 2:31:51 PM
Intense and deep from the heart!
I feel a sense of confusion but a relief
Wonderfully written
Warmly, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE!
stranded in june (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 2:29:38 PM
Deep and full of compassion
Wonderful write Cedric
Warmly, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
STay SAFE1
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 12:16:39 PM
When you can overcome you have learned to live...intense, powerful personal poem.
ET
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/23/2007 9:37:01 AM
I can picture this now Cedric trying to speak and the mike cord around my ankles tripping over my words as my tounge is numb, a great write, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/22/2007 3:39:41 PM
i'd rather look down,
than back, any day <-------Jaydee, always look up, up is you and onwards is you, it's what you and the Lord have.
You sure are alive my great buddy girl....
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/22/2007 1:38:15 PM
"a boy had a mouthful of glitter
a girl had a mouthful of glue..."
Once again I am speechless, yet somehow that never keeps me from commenting. I loved this.
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/22/2007 12:11:15 PM
I agree with dear Karla poetess.
You connect with suffering in a way that is almost refreshing in its ability to reveal anothers insulated emotional tendencies because of being wounded or being nervous as heck in front of people. I also like how you, at times, insert the spirit of scripture (or perhaps your own faith in Christ), into your thought processes.
"i'd rather look down,
than back, any day" ...
is similar to the scriptural exhortation to continue looking forward, and not back, as you plow your rows in life. You are among friends Cedric - The Mist of Mornings Mysteries.
Keep sharing your poetry whether online or on the stage!
Blessings ...
Mr. Richard
P.S. As per Wakelings comments below ... some people have trouble spreading peanut butter on toast.
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/22/2007 8:29:49 AM
What I love about your poetry, Cedric, is the instant identification with others' struggles with trying to make a good impression on the stage called life. You have, indeed: you have risen above and survived: a champion! Life goes on. Excellent write.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/22/2007 1:10:01 AM
If love were a song I could well picture as a singer and songwriter the sudden loss of the sound to the lead mic and the awful dead silent that fills the air. That being said if the singer or lover is a pro they would continue singing only louder to compensate and when the mic is finally reconnected again imagine how wonderful the feeling will be. Great write my young friend.
hugs
Fee
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 11:56:50 PM
Phrases around your ankles so the words will try to tip you over; what can you say to a boy withs his mouth full of glitter? what can't spit a words with a mouth full of glue as you hear a symphony composed by silence, then you look down, not back, when you should have been looking forward...where he was expecting you with open arms.
Georg
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 10:57:24 PM
Interesting Cedric how through so much chaos you managed to land intact on your feet. Some things just take time, great write....
Be safe,
Karen
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 9:38:57 PM
Xcllent write, Oh the ole foot in mouth disorder LOL, gets us everytime..
Smoothies in this life, go down good, but leave indigestion, so therefore a fumbler or a bumbler with words..is apt to me much more digestable.
Hugs
Kiwi Kin
confessions unplugged (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 8:32:30 PM
Some of the most learned men in history were the poorest orators in person. Often some emotion may get in our way. Like the static on a radio, the message becomes blurred. Enjoyed
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 11:52:26 AM
This is so powerful and soul-reaching. It leaves the reader breathless. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 7:32:04 AM
Blimey Jaydee, stunning metaphors.
It has a kinda black humour, but brilliantly written...
loneliness is [nothing]
more than a social disease <---so true, in this era of so much communication, the paradox is rather sad...
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/21/2007 4:55:58 AM
Wow, that last verse was a killer! You are right on the money in this gem. Smiles fracture the air. . .Fake ones break everything in two. Such a shame. This was a wonderful write my friend!
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 7:52:30 PM
what an absolute ending; the 'nothing' is even more problematic inside the parentheticals., . .. as if nothing could exist tangibly [can it?] a veritable chorus of i told you so's and you shouldnt ahves in that music of yesterday; we all have these desires and dreams that fall in step behind out every waking thought. . .. you avhe such precision in your words, that cuts right to the core of everyhting...wish i could master that ability. ..
gripping write~
ness
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 6:23:02 PM
The worse form of this is when you are over whelmed with loneliness with in the croud. Good write. Lady J
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 5:11:59 PM
loneliness is nothing more then a social disease, so many suffer from it, a very interesting write I must say. Thank you for sharing.
Rose
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 12:27:55 PM
It certainly is a nemesis to anyone trying to be understood or appreciated, or anyone trying to impart the worlds within to another.
"dreams line the walls
like organs in a jar"
This, to me, is one of the more intriguing images that I have read this week. Dreams on display for all to see who pass by, but neatly preserved and pickled in see-through containers. Gives me chills! Your suffering is evident in this potent write. It is good that God has blessed you with this gift and that there are many who appreciate.
Blessings and Light Poetess ...
Richard
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 8:26:03 AM
Damn, Cedric, to write like this: with power, with grace, with style: you intrigue me. Would love to get inside your head! A deep feeling of depression, of loneliness: felt this one.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 7:58:16 AM
"Ninety flavors of trouble"!!!! What a morning to have inside the mouth" and "a life without a plumbline" so everything can't go down the drain but around your ankles.
A poem, a ode to everyday's problems belonging to everybody, nothing new about it, we all had the blues now and then, even if we didn't sait it with the eloquence of the poet here...but, then...
a philosophical master piece "Jesus nailing himself to the cross before anyone could" Freud couldn't had defined depression with so few words.
Bravo!!!
Georg
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 6:37:22 AM
"forced from bed like a hostage...
yesterday screaming like a prophet..."
Every image a delicious arrow, piercing consciousness with insights to be savored and explored. Another masterpiece, Cedric; I remain in awe.
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 4:45:54 AM
Interesting and unusual, definately thought provoking and almost an invitation for a discussion group. You do seem to have the enquirers mind when you write such striking lines as "perhaps Jesus just nailed himself to the cross before anyone else could do it". I like this one a lot.
Fee
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/19/2007 9:48:15 PM
Quite alot of thought in this poem. Yet even isolation has the company of unsung beauty. Enjoyed
and this is [nothing] more... (Poetry) - 8/19/2007 8:49:58 PM
It seems like the thought of loneliness (nothing) floats through the lifetimes of many, even when we dream they seem to be nothing more than thoughts creating realities of the same...loneliness is a matter of thought, you are correct within the phrase...social disease...
nice work.....
enjoyed.....
Art Sun...
of lovers and chameleons (Poetry) - 8/16/2007 11:02:50 AM
What you see is not always what you get. Well done!
Thanks,
Dan
of lovers and chameleons (Poetry) - 8/16/2007 7:35:25 AM
very accomplished poem, cedric.
... you, smiling your confident ancestral smile
and me trying not to give the silence words...
You seem like a true lover of poetry to me! warm regards kenny
of lovers and chameleons (Poetry) - 8/15/2007 8:55:27 PM
A very unique ability to twist and manipulate words to frame the picture at hand. Fantastic.....
Be safe,
Karen
