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i smile as i look across the room that once was...

was fun and exciting and challenging...

20-30 people all engaged, exchanging views without

malice...sighs...no, not malice but with

intelligence and a certain joie de vivre ...

ok, perhaps i did go on "fluff hunts" when the

flesh was weak or the repartee dull...and even though

i was booted by the best of ya, i think we co-existed

and a few of us even became close...because to befriend

jbg was not a socially accepted practice...but

friendships were made and a few lasted for decades

....as near as i can tell the 'crew' is gone (cept you

of course and we shall share until the end)....for the

rest of the z1 gang...keep the childlike faith, the

poetry and the romance in your lives...

johnny b goode

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Look, everything but nevermind.

"Reception and impact. Kaur's most popular poem, from Milk and Honey."

And what do you see? Vestiges of the past perhaps.

steps in and looks around

You have always, are now and always will be, the most beautiful girl in any room. You are the envy of all who lay eyes on you. The men want to have you. The women want to be you. Those who take others in hand want to touch you. Those who are taken in hand want to be touched as you are touched. Take pride. Pride to the point of narcissism. Pride in bearing the pain, the marks and the passion. Pride in your looks, and in your grace. Pride in your body, and it’s ability to endure. I told you once Kate, that you were a natural. You didn’t understand at the time. Tonight you will begin that journey to understanding.

hearing the sound of weeping
approaching the corner
stooping down
hand outstretched
offering friendship
and inclusion

siting in a corner
feet before me
head on my knees
weeping
a refugee

Thought they were caught in a lie
When they told me the word came first
Eat this, they said, sip this
Do just what we tell you in verse.

Okay by me if you baptize
I’ll take a few minutes to dry
And for the rest of my life I’ll just patronize
Because what in hell could be worse

Monosyllabic
My friend, I wish you not to think me rude
Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse
Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed
Odd at the best or cold if at the worst.
Some men I see can weave their speech with ease.
Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick.
Like kites their words float light on but a breeze;
Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick
And land to frame the walls that form my cell.
By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed.
In time if pressed you come to know me well
Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days

~Jesse Rowe, Poet~

Oh, dear. Tw o syllables there

Very cool. More, please.

A bold young bull
Once in a while
Needs a good goose
To keep himself loose
As it says in this file.

The black cat sat
In the fat man’s hat;
“Oh, dear!” the fat man said.
“May the great gray bat
Catch the bad black cat
Who has left me no hat
For my head!”

…

A large red cow
Tried to make a bow,
But did not know how,
They say.
For her legs got mixed,
And her horns got fixed,
And her tail would get
In her way.

…

A sad, thin ape
Bought some wide white tape
To trim a new cape
For his niece;
But a bold buff calf,
With a loud, rude laugh,
Bit off one whole half
For his geese.

LOL

Your first question I have already answered...
and you would acknowledge that if you were a reasonable person...

now step up to the ball and insert into the Find box the single word answer that I gave you @ Fri Sep 08 22:20:10

These are the last two emails.

Fri Sep 08 22:34:22 *
WJ said to ttina:
Fri Sep 08 22:17:19 ~
ttina said:
I dont have a room right now.
Do you have a semiprivatwroom?
Fri Sep 08 22:00:57 *
WJ said to ttina:
...but you could always post an invitational link in say, r-z1, and W/we could dispenses with the carrier pigeon service!

No.
Not until you answer my questions.

And btw you can stop shouting that you have been wrong. Its abundantly clear that you know you were wrong by how you keep diverting and projecting.
Boring.

Answer my first two questions..if you dont understand them, ask me to clarify.
As an adult, i will be happy ton.
Notice how i never divert?

More word salad, tina!!!

...and the next line asks a question, yes?

See?
Every time you realuze you are wrong, you do that.
Every time.
And still no answer clarifying your own words..smh

You dont have access to that room so your suggestion makes no sense.