Bud the Teacher

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• Kevin Hodgson // Apr 17th 2010 at 3:20 am

  (I don’t know why this picture reminded me of this conversation with my grandmother, but there you go … the spark of poetry)

  My grandmother used to talk of “streakers”
  in Central Park as
  daring urban pirates who removed their clothes
  to sail through the crowds.
  I imagine she wished she could join them,
  freeing herself of her upbringing so she could dash out
  amidst the wide-eyed public and maybe catch someone’s attention
  for just a moment.
  Fingers cupped around her mug of tea,
  passing a cookie across the table to me,
  she no doubt felt landlocked in life
  while all I could wonder about was,
  where did all their clothes go?

  http://vocaroo.com/?media=volcrFieR6N44tQx0

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  Kelly Reply:
  April 17th, 2010 at 11:22 pm

  urban pirates…
  landlocked in life…
  me likey

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• Kelly // Apr 17th 2010 at 11:32 pm

  my poem today stems more from the wonderful day I had today in Longmont…but I think it will piggyback on this cityscape and the beauty of the sky….

  My Heart is Full Tonight
  Filled as a Life Already Lived
  Yet Still Room For My Life to Come
  My Smile will Not Fade as I Slumber
  In this Home that Surrounds me
  Inside and Out
  the Hearts of Many Aid in my Love
  For what I See in Front of me
  and For what I Feel on my Toes
  I Stretch out my Arms in a Giant
  Hug of Thanks

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  Kevin Hodgson Reply:
  April 18th, 2010 at 3:49 am

  I liked “My smile will not fade as I slumber” — it’s very visual, Kelly.

  Kevin

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• Andrew Forgrave // Apr 18th 2010 at 4:55 am

  I think we’d learn a lot,
  were we to turn a day upon it’s end.

  Upset the clock,
  Rise with the dusk,
  and
  See the other world,
  The world that sleep obscures.

  Costanza opposite.
  Three Boxes — not for us!!
  we live like Jack.

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• Bud Hunt // Apr 18th 2010 at 10:36 pm

  Perspective

  Some say the lights are falling,
  I say I chose to make the world go up.

  Some say the night is calling,
  I say I chose to make the world go up.

  Oh, deceit and dismay,
  We all may sling such words about.
  And dither on defining things.
  Who really knows when right is done?

  You, you say I made your day drop down.
  I say you chose to make the whole thing up.
  And you claim I made the pain hurt more.
  I say I chose to drain the whole darn cup.

  And still, it’s dark, and I’m alone.
  But I can make the world go up.
  Yes, I choose to make the world.

  Shut up.

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  Claudia Ceraso Reply:
  April 18th, 2010 at 10:50 pm

  He said -Hush. Shut up.
  My answer? No answer.
  I threw two pieces of chalk
  to the blackboard of the night.

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  Kevin Hodgson Reply:
  April 19th, 2010 at 5:33 am

  I’m standing on my head again
  in order to reverse what you see through my eyes
  so that when you talk in negative,
  I only hear positive;
  and when your words shoot sparks of anger,
  I only see colors;
  and when you sleep to dream in nightmares,
  I only taste silence.

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