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Hello Poets & Poetry Lovers!
I'm dedicating this issue of Speakeasy to Cait Collins who left us on February 26, 2005 after she lost her battle with breast cancer.
Caity was a dear personal friend, and a champion of the poetry world. Her work on the-hold magazine will long be remembered, and those of us who had the pleasure of meeting her will never forget the experience.
We miss you, Cait!
Bri
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Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month
American Cancer Society
The Breast Cancer Site
*no more piercings*
robert A. somer
director
genitourinary malignancy program
in other words
head honcho dr expert of
chemo therapy
gives me
the lowdown on
breast cancer
if you want to get
any kind of
cancer this is the kind of
cancer to get
hold on i didn't get
it it got
me i said
it doesn't even run
in the family and
he said
line 7 women up
1 out of those 7 will
get it
!for joy! just
my luck
so i will have 4 treatments
of some kinda intravenous shit
[1 every 3 weeks] for
1hr and 1/2 duration
then 4 more treatments of
some differnt kinda stuff for
the same amount of
time until
this thing shrinks
down to nearly
nothing kills
the cancer cells then
they will remove
the remnants
then he states
somebody else will
be in to throw
me the curves -
side effects
great
and he notices
the dozen ear piercings and
the tongue too
no more piercings til
after this is
all over and
i said as
he walked out
the examing
room
guess that leaves
the nipple
out eh?
copyright, Cait Collins
Speakeasy - Past Issues
Speakeasy, August, 2006
Speakeasy, July, 2006
Speakeasy, June, 2006
Speakeasy, May, 2006
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Featured Poet
You'll remember this month's poet in the spotlight from the days at Ninian's. He is a wonderful poet, and it happens to be his birthday today! I was happy he agreed to share a few of his poems here with us! Enjoy.
A Song of Other Memories
Coax these spirits forward.
Advance the moon, and stars
that dangle from the clouds,
illicitly and wanton now
they only dance for me.
The mother of all order comes
as histories unfold throughout
the sleepless haunted night.
You are on the treetops
and on each windstroked meadow.
A leaf away from destiny,
A seed away from joy.
A eulogy of sanctity,
a church upon the firmament,
You stand in truth apart
but speak of only lies
A movement from the corners
of eyes that only close
and wish away their demons
and turn them in to day.
Inside my voice the doorway
leads to the vaulted echoes
Of tongues and native heartaches
along the road of faith.
Slower now, with purpose
you glide across the pathway
of stones and day strewn memories
towards the well of misery
To find me waiting there.
Bold spirit you are destiny
no truth is spoken wisely
or whispered in your eyes.
Sit you down beside me
and tell me of the daybreak
where brothers of your kind
do live and thrive within a kiss.
Extremities and boundaries
of blown and wild bare boughs
That rattle at the windowpanes
and in earnest, tell their tales.
In tongues so foreign to me
You whisper now respectfully
the lies that see no shadows
or stand upon that strand.
Where grains of sand move fitfully
upon the salt sea tears
Then wash away the traces
of every footprint there
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mrs Jones
In the house of Mrs Jones
sits a well fed cat
that takes what it wants
from off her plate
while she eats.
She loves that cat,
but the cat is quite
aloof and indifferent.
She is fat too
because she can eat
faster than the cat.
Love is sharing
but love means being fed
and feeling the contentment
of the sharing
and the greed.
The cat will die first
but she will fill the void
with grief and food
and then
another cat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Fall Again
When you lifted me up
high above all this
brightly flamed
and finger painted day,
I never allowed for
the possibility
that the sky
would leave me wingless
and falling.
Each Judas feather plucked
and tainted with the dust
of your worldly ways.
Free falling
though the ground now
seems so distant
I fear nothing.
Smoke and twisted mirrors
and clown sad painted faces
reflected in a mockery
of circus rings and wires
and flying trapese artists
that turn and twist in space
to fall upon their safety nets
and bless their makers name.
The air is growing thinner
and all the tears are stars
that dance upon a myriad
of promises untold.
The fall of grace
and fall to earth
are mirrored
in my smile
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Painter
Creeping by some star satire
to sit beside a moon
that only cries and mourns
the light that fell
too softly.
In the light of afternoon
in a valley of sunflowers
he paints madly.
Each stroke of brush a fist
that falls leaden.
Too blue the sky, and stars
are but a pinshaft
that pecked at his canvas
He never valued one lick
of his own genius.
When the martyrdom bit him
he did not cry or whimper.
Nor did he fall upon a sword
He faded from that field
into fames arms.
Follow him and watch him
to find the briefest scent of all
that he became in madness
But never mourn a moment
of his passing
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Burnt Petals on Stone
I still cannot remove
that blessed stain
if such it was.
You were imperfect
and I could see
a shining perspective.
No barefaced truths
or similes of flowers.
Strength can be a cobweb
and chains but a lie.
To hold your nose
too close to the words
makes them sometimes merge
into a deeper story
though often the blank
of sanitized white.
You have changed?
you use each word
as nails in a cross
to pin my hands.
Base thoughts and dark
merge in to one
and onward goes
tomorrows dream
Burnt petals on stone.
The taste of ashes
inside a mouth
once moist and red;
Inviting mine
to darker sins
that were but truths
unspoken, bare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
J.C. and the Big B
Christ and Buddha
both talked one day.
They sat down in a cafe
across a honest
and well scrubbed pine table
all rounded at the edges
and slightly bevelled
from the damp cloths
used to wipe it
after all the others
who had dined
or just drank coffee
and fretted over their day.
They decided it was time
they compared notes
and wondered if they got it right.
All the love they had poured
and lessons they had given
and tears spilled
and still there were those
those few
that still wished for
another God - a higher being
they could categorize
and customise
to fit their convenient world
"Tell me Jesus" Buddha asked
"do your followers question you
and ask for help like mine?"
Jesus thought a while and said
"You know they do
that's why we need to talk"
Buddha nodded and said
"I suppose
we need to make this
a regular thing
I'm willing if you are?
we have a lot
to get through
don't we?"
Jesus agreed.
Then Buddha said
"You never know
one day we may be drinking
something stronger
when we celebrate
the birth of peace"
and they both laughed.
~~~~~~~~
We Few
We poets few
that drank the night,
and thirst thus quenched
we did embrace
all that inside
that shone so bright,
until the diamonds
rubies, gems
were all as dust
and crushed beneath
the feet of those
undisciplined
who saw not love
but hate.
We are not banquished
crushed or gone
we live inside
those brighter times
and wonder still
was it a dream?
or were we there
for all those times
magnificent?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you again, Dave, for sharing
with us, and Happy Birthday!!
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