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FISH STORY, A Whopper of a Tale
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By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 26 February 2013
WINTER LOVE MELANCHOLY
Full Text WORDS HERE (Show More) ~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~ Or ~~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/02/winter-love-melancholy.html OR ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true WINTER LOVE MELANCHOLY The seabirds cry at the harbor, And in the distance a fog horn, It, too, sounds a plaintive note; All refrains freight my melancholy, Repeatedly reminding me of my sorrow. There is a damp, hard, winter wind. It beats on me, causes a dire chill. My jacket seems too thin. No matter how hard I pull down upon it, My stocking cap falls short of cover for my ears. The nights remain very long; I find no comfort in the memory -- Once a summer sun had warmed the day. And now another woe besets me, I dread that I might never kiss you again!

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 20 February 2013
THE WORD, A Lover's Exhortation
WORDS HERE (Show More Cursor Button) ~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~ Or ~~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/02/the-word.html OR ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true THE WORD, A Lover's Exhortation Well! What do you say, honey? I believe that I say it right. It is God alone Who knows The one dimensionality -- the real tragedy -- The empty when we call upon the soul. Only He can quell the hunger, quench the thirst. But, sweetheart, hey! I tell you now. Forget it! Fly straight! Think of the Frick with its fabulous El Greco, Small though that one painting is, it amply captures the fury, When Jesus castigates the money changers. The Word is clear. No man may serve two masters. God loves the prisoner, the downcast, the lame. He loves the lilies of the field. Grass need not care how it clothes itself. Though great it may be to be King, what profit in it, When the first shall be last and those with least, Most, and beggars shall inherit the earth, And children be fountains of wisdom? We have seen the sorry example, what terrible precept! Celebrated priests and magistrates have not known the Lord, Yet once He had stood right there before them.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 10 February 2013
FOR YOU, ETTA
WORDS HERE (Show More Cursor Button) ~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~ Or ~~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/02/for-you-etta.html OR ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true FOR YOU, ETTA How the couch swells, then sinks, As if its cushions meaningfully form to bring your body Still closer to mine. Twelve years float through our conversation. Stray notes air from the web radio, Now and then punctuating our sentences. Why ask about our history? What vanity possesses you to make sense of the world, And try to figure God's will? We met, we loved, what time before, Is it dejavu, do we relive a previous encounter? And that place where I first saw you? Are we able to return to it, And gain another chance to do life over? Or have we hope to live hereafter? Shall we be rejoined, And hand-in-hand walk the night Forever young and through those fields On the other side of the river? The streaming-music no longer plays. You lie before me and seem no more tangible Than a thought, a dream within a dream, Emerging within an instant then vanishing without a trace. I just hold on, and try to grasp you. I hear the whisper of your breath, its sound, Though all the other voices cease, your voice remains.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 10 February 2013
A POEM AFTER RUMI
WORDS HERE (Show More Cursor Button) ~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~ Or ~~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/02/a-poem-after-rumi.html OR ~~ https://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true A POEM AFTER RUMI I see the light coming out from your eyes. What sacred wonder illuminates your face?. Wish I had nothing else to do, But to spend the hours adoring you.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 02 February 2013
SMITTEN
WORDS HERE (Down Cursor Button) ~~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ OR http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/01/smitten.html ~~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true SMITTEN Six years have passed, Since we first had met. Yet it's only during recent days That I've learned -- I love you. Surely we have so much of life to share. And now how the excitement mounts! I no longer need await the Spring To bring back steady warmth For love heats the place No matter the cold outside.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 01 February 2013
CATULLUS POEM 5,
WORDS HERE (Show more ) ~~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ OR ~~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/01/catullus-poem-5-original-adaptation-of.html ~~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true CATULLUS POEM 5, An Original Adaptation of an Ancient Roman Love Poem I am here to repeat ancient wisdom: What do we care what the joyless say? They should get lost, all of them! Sun may set then rise again. Yet once our tiny, brief light is pinched out, We have night, an everlasting night, Nevermore our life under bright blue heaven, So let's kiss, and let's kiss again.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 24 January 2013
PASSION PLAY
WORDS HERE (Show more ) ~~ OR ~~ http://www.stanleypacion.com ~~ OR http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/01/passion-play.html ~~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~~ India EveryDay: http://83.170.91.156/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true PASSION PLAY Yeeaaaaaaaoooowwwww! I seek. I crave the whiff, your body scent, Your fragrance, I remember, it's as though, You're in my arms right here at home today. My resolve, it weakens, I want you back. I'm lonely, turn the covers, Find only empty bed and heart ache, The awful pain of my regret. Sadness fouls my face. Oh, how I hate the resolve, Never to see you, again, Have nothing more to do with you, No matter how long the length of my days, I swear to it and mean it! Yet I want you. Wish to see you, once more, Your form behind the shower curtain, Ghost figure in the steam, The water running full throttle, the heat, The great comfort, I close my eyes, I fall to vision; it's incredible, beyond belief, How do I describe glory that had come and gone. I fail in my recount, you, you, my darling, And in this, my own confusion I reduce myself to greeting-card sentiment, I have come to believe you were heaven sent. Can't you see I'm at your feet! I wish to witness your getting dressed, You, in the morning naked in our bedroom, and Naked in the room whose door opens Opposite to the foot of our bed, Hurrying to get on with the day, And then the other part, morning, noon, Or night, when you are in our bed, And I hold you open to savor over and over again. I want to see your smile, and utterly to embrace you. Were I to steal -- now and forever -- all your pain away! I would be finished with you, I want you out, But you, devil, trickster, you and your incantations, You practice arts you learned when young, When you and your mother spent all that time, Back and forth on boat going to the Bahamas, You use high-tech, gigabyte millions, You work a black magic, Have you command of infectious virus? The computer's screen beckons me, keeps me awake. Believe me. I tell you true.. I hear your voice, your whispers, Behind the sounds, behind the hum of the circuitry, Witch! You sit among the cords and the monitor lights, You befoul my every electronic connection. Then there are the notes. I have mail. You use email posts. Sometimes you tell of your day, the pleasantries, What you made for dinner, Or how your plants fare in your new garden. Occasionally you include incidentals about your business, About your family and friends, your recent travels. Your chief concern you, how you feel, Hoping to fill, to close up the empty between us, I am compelled to read, Though the letters do not include me, Of course, not word, nothing, Nothing about how things might be going for me. Why do I care, why even open your communications? Hapless, I look to figure how I might fit within your plans,. Hope somehow that you might write something personal to me. Perhaps how you wish that I were there with you at home. Maybe you might say that you miss our intimacies, Or claim that you would love to hear my voice. I search out your script, find no satisfaction. I try, and I try to extract some tiny comfort between the lines Instead the wound reopens, my cut festers, The pain surrounding the punctured, the hot. The ripped and torn, the awful marks of the lash, There has not been time enough, Will ever there be time enough, My flesh, properly, to heal? And forgive me the blasphemy, forgive! Lord have mercy, save me! I am reminded of Jesus after the beating, When the Roman soldiers, who had torn off the purple, Returned Him again to everyday garment, Then at Golgotha where they stripped Him, Before they nailed Him to the cross, Yea, they stripped him, once more, The pain of those wounds, opened and reopened, Inflicted, over and over, oh the burn, every time, Every time you write me, and I hear from you again.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 15 January 2013
CHICAGO THEME
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By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 13 January 2013
DENAIN
WORDS HERE (Show More) -- Or -- http://www.stanleypacion.com/home.html/ ~ Or ~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/01/denian.html ~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~ http://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=truehttp://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true DENAIN You were born a Catholic and God cherished you. But your having forgotten His Mercy -- That all outcome of human endeavor, His Will, not your own -- angered the Almighty. He delivered you into the hands of the Heretics. You suffered at Hochstedt and at Ramilles. Yet when you returned to the Lord, Thanking Him for all that He visits upon you, The Lord saw your gratitude, And knew that you had been restored to wisdom. He blessed your courage at Denain.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 13 January 2013
SOUR GRAPES, An Original Love Poem after the Verse of Catullus
WORDS HERE (Show More) -- Or -- http://www.stanleypacion.com/home.html/ ~ Or ~ http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2013/01/sour-grapes-original-love-poem-after.html ~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~ http://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true SOUR GRAPES, An Original Love Poem after the Verse of Catullus Understand, I always liked that guy, Herb. Let's just say, I was fond of him. I respected him as a colleague. Yet now, it is decades later; My once good feelings for him have nosedived. Of course, I was attracted to you, Hey, your allure, it tempted me! The way you stood, it complemented your height, Made you demure, such poise, left knee bent forward, You tilted your shoulders from the waist a bit to the right. And that smile of yours, allow me to say it, You were gorgeous, and I always favored a brunet. Not to forget your intelligence, hands down, You, why you were the smartest woman I had ever met! Nonetheless, propriety required I not make a move. I was Herb's friend, How would you expect me to behave? And you must recall. You do remember, don't you, That I had been otherwise engaged! Let's just say, I was a very busy man. You might not have realized my busyness's full extent; Facts are, I had been occupied on too many fronts. I know. I know. I missed the bus. The train had left the station. I had my chance. Passed on what very well might have been, What fairness, or hope of just measure might we expect, I lament when think about it, the splendid opportunity, Allowed so much to go by, life and happiness, years of it! Let's get it straight. The facts are the facts. It had not been my fault, I swear! It was that Herb, he had blocked my way, He puffed himself up and proudly took the stance, Made it clear that for all intent and purpose you were his. I do not really care for the fellow anymore, Even the thought of him bothers me. I do not like repeating his name, Yet now it amounts -- how the years progress -- It amounts to more than forty years later! I want it known, the world to know, Now and forever, my regret, That I had missed, Oh the wonderful chance to have experienced, Love and time with you, please, Understand! Do not blame me!, I swear to it! He stood in my way. Though once a friend, I do not really care for that guy anymore, no, Not a bit. The thought of him gets my stomach sick. I do not even wish to repeat his name.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 10 January 2013
RESPOND TO THIS VIDEO, A Poem About Friendship
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By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 01 January 2013
SUGAREE
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By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 31 December 2012
PROCLAMATION
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By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 01 January 2013
HOME
WORDS HERE (Show More) -- Or -- http://www.stanleypacion.com/home.html/ ~ Or http://stanleypacion.blogspot.in/2012/12/home.html ~ http://www.facebook.com/stanleypacion ~ http://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/u/StanleyPacion.htm?ss=true HOME Be not troubled. Believe in me, in the dwelling, here, for you, Not only in the physical space, Upon whose floor our hearts' drama plays, But in my soul where I have built a mansion, Set a great kitchen wherein sits every proper appliance, A refrigerator to keep perishables fresh, An oven and range to cook and warm our meals. I have built a pantry, Super store of food and upon its shelves. Your Quaker Oats for breakfast, and packages of flour, Every kind of flour, spices and herbs, and then, Special for you, I have a blue enamel colander Which I have used to fill with apples and bananas. We have a kitchen table, our chairs are modern and swivel; They have a stainless footrest and a pedestal for a base. In these rooms, not only plenty daily sustenance, But also you will you find Great store of ardor and emotional well being. Our parlor has a sofa and two comfortable armchairs. Off to the right, lies a dinning room with a hardwood table, Its edge reverse-beveled; its surface has extension leaves That our family might comfortably sit for a harvest feast, Mark the other days of holiday celebration, Or that we might offer Our every-day thanksgiving prayer in the best setting. From the ceiling of our halls and foyer I have hung crystal chandeliers, Light, so that our feet not stumble Should we awake before sunrise To begin our daily chores. Darling, our bedroom windows have eastern exposure, And are fit with drapes and liners, and our bed has A comfortable mattress and high-thread-count sheets. Two down pillows, one on each side, fluffed for our repose. We shall have porcelain and silver vases for fresh flowers. I continue to refurbish our home, I have pledged my word. My verse attests to my sincerity. I demonstrate my readiness to receive you; Happy domicile awaits your presence. The Lord abides, proclaims a presence For length of days, and assures health and long life. Our peace shall fill the chests and the closets; And our rooms shall appear to glow warmly, Not from some decorator, designer expertise, But because His grace, the abundance of Holy Spirit. Where I am, I pray, there may you also be. -- I know you will keep your promise -- And wherever, should it happen that I must go, I ask that you prove yourself true, And follow me to that same place, too.

By : Stanley Pacion     Added : 27 December 2012

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