gone with the wind

me and baby--by Louise

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jail visit by Louise (dragonclaw)

 

 

jail visits :  Carmen in Jail

by Louise Zhang
9:04 AM 3/3/2008

Every one out of 100 in the United States is behind the bars 

1:

look at me

look at me

and forget me not

but not to love me

for I'm not easily caught.

2.

Kiss me

kiss me

and hug me a lot

but not to reason to me

for I'm quite without thought.

3.

tease me

tease me

and behold me till you are lost

but worship me not

for I'm quick to revolt. 

4.

appease me

appease me

and pacify me till I nod

but not to forbid me

for I'm being initiated into seeking a God.

 

5.

handle me

handle me

and pity me not

but to jail me with no bail out

for I'm here for the long haul.

6.

counsel me

counsel me

and free me not

but not to dump me

for I don't have a heart for a dropout.

7.

lead me

lead me

and straighten me out

but not to bend me

for I'm yielding only to my own lot.

8.

visit me

visit me

and cry for me not

but 20 dollars a week on my book

for every day is a working out.

9.

bear with me

bear with me

and wait for me not

but not to desert me

before your compassion burns out.

10.

cool me

cool me

and stir me not

but not to desensitise me

for the bull in me is chasing out.

11.

ignore me

ignore me

and rebuke me not

but not to forsake me

for beauty always stands out.

12.

leave me alone

leave me alone

and follow me not

but not to disown me

for I'm yours without doubt.

13.

fill me with pain

fill me with pain

and spill it out not

but no to harness your will

for it unsettles your blood cell.

14.

make your wish

make your wish

and bewitch me not

but to empower me

for my desire is definitely loud.

15.

unchain me

unchain me

and confine me not

but set limits to my liberty

for I'm still risky when let out.

16.

get lost

get lost

and regret you not

but beware of your own will

for I will sign my own deal.

17.

look out

look out

and climb you the jail wall not

but free will you be born

free will you die

your Carmen in jail doesn't like to bow out.

18

raise me

raise me

and look past me not

but arms out reaching

for I'm not yet lost.

19.

heal me

heal me

and upset me not

but stop me in my delerious dance

for mind and body are both dog-tired.

20.

silence me

silence me

and hear me not

but drug me no more

for the lamb is bleeding on the floor.

 

 

 

poem by dragonclaw: wind chimes

WIND CHIMES by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)

 

Evening falls

Breeze travels

The moon is up

Old nights wait

Wind chimes toss a few notes

Shadows dance to the tinkling tunes

Silver notes spill

Like girls' giggles

The cat jumps up

Running after the ding ding, ding ding....

Mountains hear the whispers

Streams follow in murmurs

Moon grins

Dogs snore in greeting

Dingding, Dongdong

Wind chimes are laughing

Their silver swings

 

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Donna

March 26
Donna Goodwin
Introduction to Donna Goodwin's Poems by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)

At age 84, and legally blind, Donna Goodwin certainly has earned herself the royal Title of "the oldest of all". Surviving half a dozen husbands and active in lending a hand in baby-sitting the grandchildren, she is writing more poems, painting more pictures and cooking more gourmet meals. She has pursued a life-long interest in poetry and now, the crown of the family artistic achievement sits elegantly on her head. As she described in her own poem:
But she, the oldest of all
Still stands,
A disarmed Venus
With broken limbs,
Her symmetry disturbed,
Yet as daylight fades
She is transformed,
An ageless silhouette
Against the evening sky.
Her creativity both visually and linguistically has acquired a kind of Granny Glory, yet still retains her light-foot humour and youthful imagination.Her poetry as well as her paintings and collages bear witness to her dynamic power in capturing the fleeting shadows of beauty, and sitting in beautiful sunset, she now sees everything through her mind's eye, or rather, through her heart, through her enhanced sensitivity towards movement, sensation, and space, catching the shifting hues of colour sieved through her remaining vision. She has touched the solemn issues of tenacious aging, of the business of dying , of politics, of war and peace, of the dreaming of love and, above all, the graceful eternity of living.
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