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1,000 Days & Nights in Hell !
I was Away for 40 Years and Buddy, Life Was Good! Returning, I've Done The "Right" Thing in The Wrong Place. Life As IT SHOULD BE (?); Wallow in it ! It's Yours !!!
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       At 0945 the Limos arrive.

I've polished my boots.   I've a clean, white, longsleeved shirt.  I've a black tie and somber expression.  I've put the sodas and water in.  I've taken the liquor out.

I don't want this job.  I don't want to show up.  I want to quit.

He took the job.  He was locked and loaded.  He didn't quit.

OH, GOD OF ISRAEL, STOP THE WAR!  STOP THE KILLING!

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Topics: war. heroes, stop the war
posted by bake_my_day on Thursday, January 3, 2008 at 04:27 PM
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A Maid Before Tapestry
 
   Gregory Clemens
 
In her sunlit morning room, she reads
again each word on perfect lips too young
to know a sweetheart’s kiss, her only letter from the man.
His words that found her on an afternoon
a full moon ago, she knows
His words in double hearts that long for his return from the tapestry of Earth,
behind her on the wall
in borders, rivers, mountains, oceans moving,
re-forming like the clouds above her,
She sees the face of God and knows her man lives somewhere in this panel of the World;
He’ll find this room again like the letter did, like the
brass nails and leather of her chairs, the pearls upon her desk –Yes
He’ll come to her again as sure as the ornamental iron that holds the World in Place.
 
 
“A Maid Before Tapestry” was written in response to a print of Vermeer’s painting, Woman In Blue, (Reading a Letter). The original painting is exhibited in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.
 
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posted by bake_my_day on Saturday, November 24, 2007 at 08:05 AM
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