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Post by anirbas on Mar 9, 2019 15:07:43 GMT -6
Just a place to give me a space to work on things.
Or to put things I am still working on, before I do, whatever with them.
Keep 'em. Trash 'em. Or just, puzzle over 'em.
And, all are welcome to start their own scratch board blog down here, if they so desire.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 9, 2019 15:10:04 GMT -6
In the name of the America
I once knew and that still fights
to continue to be true and to be so.
In the name of that America-
I welcome you. You are not alone.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 9, 2019 15:40:41 GMT -6
Growing up in the Sixties and Seventies, I was well aware that at least one side of my extended family and my father were and are racists. As a child I overheard conversations repeatedly naming "black" Americans as "n******" and blaming this group for all that was wrong in their world. (We didn't even know any black people; nor did any reside in any of our neighborhoods or go to our schools. We literally lived in an all white world. As a child, I could never understand, why these adults considered black people to have ruined their world or harmed them in any manner. Much less, could I understand, even as a child, why white people were "better than" black people.) With the advent of the Eighties, racism seemed to duck its ugly head. It didn't go away, I know. It just "hid itself in the closet" so to speak. In 2016, I was and wasn't shocked to see it raise its ugly head, again. This man was speaking what they wanted to hear. And right after they had spent eight years hating a black president and everything he attempted and did do for this country. This white man was speaking what they wanted to hear. That they were right to hate not just black people, but, everyone.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 15, 2019 0:59:57 GMT -6
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2019 12:11:29 GMT -6
Religion shoved into my head
in the same manner I was force fed
food I was too full to eat as a child
Dragged to church to be told
a male is the head of the household
and above your voice in all regards
And when I questioned why must I read this Bible?
Why must I keep eating when inside my tummy is bursting?
Your answer was the same to either query, because I said so.
Till my small body grew round and rounder
and my mind grew bitter and rebellious
itching to throw off your heinous yoke
Now I'm a full grown old woman
with a lifelong yo-yo weight problem
Defining myself as a happy atheist
Hmmmmmmmm...fiddledeediddle...gotta run...the old man and I are headed out to run errands. hope everyone has a lovely day!!!
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Post by anirbas on Mar 27, 2019 20:09:36 GMT -6
Religion shoved into my head
in the same manner I was force fed
food I was too full to eat as a child
Dragged to church to be told
a male is the head of the household
and above your voice in all regards
And when I questioned why must I read this Bible?
Why must I keep eating when inside my tummy is bursting?
Your answer was the same to either query, because I said so.
Till my small body grew round and rounder still
My questioning mind grew bitter and rebellious
itching to throw off your heinous yoke
Now I'm a full grown blooming crone
with a lifelong yo-yo weight problem
Defining myself not as a Christian
An out of the religious closet atheist
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Post by anirbas on Mar 27, 2019 20:11:25 GMT -6
Still tweaking at this one...Not even sure if its a poem or an emotive ramble-ment of the mind. Haha.
Back to play with it some more later. Or not.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 27, 2019 20:55:32 GMT -6
Mornings on my way to work I whisper
to the grand universe both great and small
It would be nice to have a better day
than the one I had yesterday or the day before
Evenings on my way home I whisper
to the universe still grand, great and small
What in hell's bells was I supposed to learn
Meh. Not in the mood to finish anything. Blah. Just blah.
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Post by anirbas on May 1, 2019 19:15:42 GMT -6
He was just a boy of nineteen when they met
Wild as the wind stubborn as Johnson grass
growing in a Texas highway ditch. He told
her from the start he didn't want children
and never intended to get married to anyone
but, if she'd take his hand he'd love her forever
Just a girl of sixteen she loved him from the beginning
Momma's baby girl living in a world of school books homework learning
the next drill team routine performing at Friday night football games
sleepovers with besties dreaming of college days
wedding photos and nursery colors in the future
and loving him forever no matter what he said
They started playing house as soon as she graduated
She was eighteen he was twenty-one still wild as the wind
They moved right out of their rural county and small town
Headed for the bright lights of the big city pubs and clubs
concerts living life large in the fast lane college on the back burner
Who needs that? We need money to fund our lifestyle, his words
For the first few years working and partying held them together.
When she mentioned babies, he brought her puppies told her to make
sure she took her pill. They got in trouble when she started talking
marriage and damn it, she wanted to push a baby carriage
if she wasn't going to go to college after all
Remember what I told you when we met he said, sadly...
I never intended to get married to anyone, even you.
But, if you'd take my hand I'd love you forever.
I'm selfish, I just want you and another high dollar gun
the next new motorcycle or fast car to hit the market.
Kids cost money I don't want to spend, honey.
Remember what I told you, I still feel the same.
That was the problem, he did and she didn't.
She wasn't a teenage girl anymore hanging on his every word.
She'd grown up before his very eyes into a confident conscious
woman that knew she wanted to further her education
get married and have her own children sick of being
a bridesmaid and looking at her besties baby photos
Just a little something something I'm working on...
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Post by anirbas on May 2, 2019 14:45:33 GMT -6
He was just a boy of nineteen when they met
Wild as the wind stubborn as Johnson grass
growing in a Texas highway ditch. He told
her from the start he didn't want children
and never intended to get married to anyone
but, if she'd take his hand he'd love her forever
Just a girl of sixteen she loved him from the beginning
Momma's baby girl living in a world of school books homework learning
the next drill team routine performing at Friday night football games
sleepovers with besties dreaming of college days
wedding photos and nursery colors in the future
and loving him forever no matter what he said
He was just a boy of nineteen when they met
wild and stubborn as Johnson grass
growing in a Texas highway ditch
Told her from the start he didn't want kids
Never intended to marry anyone including her
But, if she'd take his hand he'd give her his heart, forever
***
Wild and stubborn as Johnson grass growing
in a Texas farm to market highway ditch
he was just a boy of nineteen when they met
Told her from the start he didn't want children
Wasn't going to marry anyone and that included her
But, if she'd take his hand he'd give his heart, forever
***
Just a girl of sixteen she loved him from the beginning
Momma's baby girl living in a world of school books homework learning
the next drill team routine performing at Friday night football games
sleepovers with besties dreaming of college days
wedding photos and nursery colors in the future
and loving him forever no matter what he said
***
A girl of sixteen, from the beginning she'd loved him
Still Momma's baby girl living in a high school world
homework drill team routines performing at football games
sleepovers with besties dreaming of college days
future wedding photos and choice of nursery colors
And loving him forever, no matter what he said
***
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Post by anirbas on May 2, 2019 14:48:18 GMT -6
***
Wild and stubborn as Johnson grass growing
in a Texas farm to market highway ditch
he was just a boy of nineteen when they met
Told her from the start he didn't want children
Wasn't going to marry anyone and that included her
But, if she'd take his hand he'd give his heart, forever
A girl of sixteen, from the beginning she'd loved him
Still Momma's baby girl living in a high school world
homework drill team routines performing at football games
sleepovers with besties dreaming of college days
future wedding photos and choice of nursery colors
And loving him forever, no matter what he said
***
Hmmmmm...Its beginning to gel...When I read it in my head and out loud, it sounds like a country song...Oh, my stars.
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Post by anirbas on May 12, 2019 16:39:09 GMT -6
¨How to Live Well Despite Capitalist Patriarchy is a breath of Life. I think women so often make resolutions to get centered, find joy, and deeply sink into our lives. Trista gives you permission to keep moving towards this. Through Trista's sharing of what has worked for her, the reader can see herself in the pages of this book. In my own life, I have started walking this spiral. Trista's voice is like a sister telling you to keep at it from a little bit further on. She cuts through the patriarchal and capitalist distractions and speaks right to the reader, saying, "Live well. It is your birthright." - First review on Goodreads by Teresa V
***Note to Self. Read this book***
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2020 14:13:35 GMT -6
Ghazal
(pronounced "ghuzzle") is an Arabic word that means "talking to women."
History.
The Ghazal was developed in Persia in the 10th century AD from the Arabic verse form qasida. It was brought to India with the Mogul invasion in the 12th century. The Ghazal tradition is currently practiced in Iran (Farsi), Pakistan (Urdu) and India (Urdu and Hindi). In India and Pakistan, Ghazals are set to music and have achieved commercial popularity as recordings and in movies. A number of American poets, including Adrienne Rich and W.S. Merwin, have written Ghazals, usually without the strict pattern of the traditional form.
Form.
A traditional Ghazal consists of five to fifteen couplets, typically seven. A refrain (a repeated word or phrase) appears at the end of both lines of the first couplet and at the end of the second line in each succeeding couplet. In addition, one or more words before the refrain are rhymes or partial rhymes. The lines should be of approximately the same length and meter. The poet may use the final couplet as a signature couplet, using his or her name in first, second or third person, and giving a more direct declaration of thought or feeling to the reader.
Style.
Each couplet should be a poem in itself, like a pearl in a necklace. There should not be continuous development of a subject from one couplet to the next through the poem. The refrain provides a link among the couplets, but they should be detachable, quotable, grammatical units. There should be an epigrammatic terseness, yet each couplet should be lyric and evocative.
For examples and more on Ghazals, see the anthology edited by Agha Shahid Ali: Ravishing Disunities: Real Ghazals in English (Wesleyan University Press, 2000). Included are seven lovely Ghazals by William Matthews and a number of other fine ones.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2020 14:26:35 GMT -6
Wrote a one of these, once upon a time. LoL Lost it somewhere in time, as well. LoL
Plan to try my hand at it, again. Perhaps, not today, though.
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