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Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

Your Thought Of Art And Poetry

Please feel free to drop by and leave your thought, your art, your music, your poetry, or whatever you wanna share. Enjoy your life and your art. Thanks for dropping and leaving your footprints on this thread . Have a restful day and night.

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Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

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The Sorrowful Autumn
(Specially written for my friend artist Fred Jinkins)


Summer is drifting further away
leaving behind an adoring sensation

Autumn is coming
and
creating
a confusing moment
as the breezy wind rustles inside tree canopies
when it’s blowing colorful leave.

White cloud forms a mournful headband on the sky
during the long funeral;
in
which
it grieves for the dying summer.
Hot and dried weather would be fully buried
under layers of soggy leaves and rainfalls.

As if it were yesteryear,
farewell footprints
from the last Fall
still
could be seen
on the olden trail.
Somehow it arises inside my inner self
a wild-wild dream of strolling around on the lost path again.

Life in exile is always as painful as it would be
I often feel as if I were a dying leaf
drifting
very far away
from the main branch
of my former homeland.

My emotion has been entwined like a tangled roll
that would have ever been undone
to its original norm
and form
again.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca




Triste Automne

L'été dérive plus loin
laissant derrière lui une sensation adorante

L'automne arrive
et
créant
un moment confus
alors que le vent souffle dans les auvents
quand il souffle des feuilles colorées.

Le nuage blanc forme un
bandeau de deuil
sur le ciel
pendant les funérailles longues;
dans
lequel
Il pleure l'été mourant.
Le temps chaud et sec serait entièrement enterré
sous des couches de feuilles empilées et de pluies.

Comme si c'était autrefois,
empreintes d'adieu
depuis le dernier automne
encore
pourrait etre vu
sur l'ancien sentier.
D'une façon ou d'une autre, elle se pose à l'intérieur de moi-même
un rêve sauvage de se promener sur le chemin perdu à nouveau.

La vie en exil est toujours aussi pénible que ce serait
J'ai souvent l'impression d'être une feuille mourante
dérive
très loin
de la branche principale
de mon ancienne patrie.

Mon émotion a été entrelacée comme un rouleau enchevêtrement
cela aurait été annulé
à sa norme d'origine
et forme
encore.

08-9-2917
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

 

Bill Tomsa

8 Months Ago

In the southwest autumn is welcomed
It signals a time of cooler weather

A time to enjoy the desert outdoors
It signals a time that's always better.

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Bill Tomsa

https://billtomsa.blogspot.com/

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

Nice to see you dropping by, Bill. Have a restful evening, my friend.

 

Bill Tomsa

8 Months Ago

Thank you my friend and same to you.

 

VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

Hello my friend, good to see you here again amongst us and for a start, I just feel it important to post a quote from my collection of quotes.
This one resonates so much for me, it is about art, life, love.............and, shall be back soon with more to share...........thanks for the thread.
Always glad to share art, life, love, with you. I might add another to this post in the way of Art.........mine, of course, lol..............VIVA


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VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

As to sharing Art...........hope you like this: it has the most visitors, and is my favourite, too.................................

one of the quotes I chose for this, in the description........................



"I'll dip my brush into the sunrise, and the sunset, and the rainbow. " ~ Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett.


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Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

Good morning my dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much. It's nice to see you dropping by and leaving the quote and your awesome painting. A nice day and a restful weekend to Tom, Vivian and everybody.




An echo to y painting Rainbow Clouds



Hope

What's going down must go up
sooner or later
for
sure.

The sun always comes out after heavy rain;
we might see the clear sky
with a beautiful rainbow
in full spectrum
of
colours.

So long as we keep our hope intact,
everyone one of us will see the bight sunlight
after many days
in
the dark.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca



 

VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

Thank you, Viet..........I find your thoughts so uplifting........and am honoured to have inspired you..............We see the light, it is, fantastic.

 

Natalie Holland

8 Months Ago

Nice to see you, Viet!

Sharing one of my favorites quotes.......Follow your heart but take your brain with you. - Alfred Adler

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago



@ Vivian: How is the weather in Sidney, my friend?

@ Natalie: Long time no talk. Nice to see you dropping with your favorite quote, my friend. I think when you follow your heart, you'll lose your brain. Have a restful evening.



 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

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"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." ~ Oscar Wilde



An echo to the quote by Alfred Adler: "Follow your heart but take your brain with you."




No Logic in Romaine

She prefers to take the brain with her,
whenever, she follows her heart
on the path
of
romaine.

Alas, it’d be totally worthless;
simply, ’cause, there’d be absolutely
no logic in love
for
the brain
to comprehend.

As soon as, she falls into it;
her mind is blind;
her heart is lost
she’s drowned
deep
deeper
deepest
‘til she hits the bottom of the ocean o’ love
and gets stuck there for the rest of her life

It's nearly impossible say good bye;
unless, she wanna get out of it
with
a troublesome mind
and a shattered heart.

09-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

Viet, the weather, ahhhhhhhhhh Sydney.............it is already balmy in daylight, still chilly at night, and DRY.........I give thanks.............considering the weather worldwide...........
I pray for the wellbeing of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.
Here's a weather image for you from my main street in beautiful, ritzy Mosman, just north of city centre, across the Harbour Bridge...........a recent photo.........
an Aboriginal name of the Whale..........The Aboriginals were our 'first' settlers 40,000 years ago!


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Viet Tran

8 Months Ago

My dear friend Vivian. Thank you very much for your reply. You're lucky to live in Australia - a rich country with abundant natural resources. I love Aussies's romantic accent.

I’m poetically inspired by your comment "I pray for the well-being of our fellow humans enduring nature's 'gifts' to remind us of how powerless we really are..........the lions know.".




Pollution: How Would We Deal With It?

It’s up to us to take whatever best
for us and for our own lives.
no one would dare
challenge
us.

Why would they would care?
unless,
we’re
their loved ones.

So
go ahead
keep praying
if you truly believe in God,
who knows
He might help you cope with your own mess.
or
you
would do
whatever make you feel at ease
from the cluttered rubbish which we've dumped around our own home.

I myself believe
I’m the one
who has dug up my own hole
I
must
fill it up by myself
if I wanna get out of it.

It time for us to stop polluting:
the air we breathe,
the food we eat,
the water we drink,
the space we live in…

What the heck are we waiting for?
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act.

10-9-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
www.papercollage.ca

 

Peggy Collins

8 Months Ago

Katz
they have crazy eyes
that shine like devils in the dark
They leave their mark
on my innards
in ways i can't describe

Dogz
they have hopeful eyes
that beg you to love them
I never want to leave them
on this plane or the next
they are my favorites

papillon dog art

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago



Nice to see you here, Peggy. Thank you for your poems: Kats and Dogs. . Victoria's sky is clearer, because we have got some rainfall in the at two days. I hope the wildfire smoke would have been cleared up in your area and you would breathe fresh air too.

 

Peggy Collins

8 Months Ago

Hi Viet. Yes, we got some rain yesterday finally and it might happen again today so the smoke has cleared away. We've had about three weeks of smokey skies here on the Sunshine Coast. We really need more rain though, don't we? I just went for a hike and the air is intoxicatingly fresh for a change.

 

VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

Thanks, Viet, for your insightful response to me, and I think your words.............
"
Let’s do it together
in our own way.
you pray;
I act. "

should/could easily be the mantra for all humanity.

 

Kenneth Agnello

8 Months Ago

Viet,

My thought of the day is I am glad you are back with the thread...was wondering how it disappeared. Glad to see your return! Keep the writing and poetry a'coming.

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago



Good evening EVERYONE.
Thank you very much Peggy, Vivian, and Ken. I appreciate your dialogues that make me feel connected to the outside world.

@ Peggy: Happy to hear that the air quality on your Sunshine Coast is much better now. In Victoria, the sun is back today and the atmosphere has becoming little bit murky by the end of the day. According to the local weather forecast, it'll be sunny in the next two weeks. Therefore, we may breathe the badly smokey air again.

@ Vivian: The world, we live in, has increasingly drifted apart. It is too far to build any bridge between the left and the right. Anyway, you and i won't be here to witness the doomsday of mankind. I think we'd better take the best of each day, don't you agree?

@ Ken: Nice to see your dropping by my thought-provoking artist. The past has gone, wouldn't it be better to leave it alone? In addition, it seems impossible to predict what would be in the future. Let's celebrate this instant moment, my friend.

Enjoy a restful evening,

 

VIVA Anderson

8 Months Ago

Good advice, Viet......thank you.
I'm glad to see Kenneth back, too.

 

Karen Newell

8 Months Ago

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Embracing a Dream

I met her
in a dream
last night
where
our hearts
began to heal.

A sacred needle
of peace
strung
with infinite love
patiently began to sew
the scars
of our long separation.

Karen Newell
9/11/17

 

Marlene Burns

8 Months Ago

MY only contribution to this thread will be to sit back and luxuriate in your words, Viet, that scream across miles with such quiet truth.....

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago


Good morning all. Thank you Vivian, Karen, and Marlene. Your conversations have given me a good feeling of having human touch with you.

@ Vivian: Go with your comfy flow, my friend. Don't take my lousy advise, otherwise you might end up in a ditch -lol.

@ Karen: Long time no contact. Interesting to read your nice poem and viewing your new artwork. I hope to read more.

@ Marlene: You're a very talented artist. Each time, you drop by, you inspire me by your creativity. It makes me think of how I could bring my poetry to your creative level.

A Note to my friend Ed Meredith: I hope you are safe and sound while Irma is pounding on Florida. Take care, Ed.

Enjoy your day, my friend

 

Viet Tran

8 Months Ago



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True Love Has No Sex

She is very attractive,
Her eyes are in deep blue
as the color of a mystic sky
in
one of van Gogh’s paintings.

Her gentle nature makes her
a perfect female
the best dream
of
every man.
He feels very relaxed in his trouble-free time with her.

Unlike his former relationship with other females,
he falls in love with her
purely
from his heart
without any sexual desire attached.

He enjoys putting her on his lap,
running his fingers through her hair
to sense the softness on her neck
while
listening to her moan
of purring in orgasm…

After going through hell from different failed relationships,
he has totally lost trust in women
in general.
so
he can only rely on her
he has never considered her as a pet
but a trustworthy companion for the rest of his life


11-09-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Tran
www.papercollage.ca

 

Jim Taylor

8 Months Ago

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Late Bus

I saw you waiting for that bus
the one that is always late
in between a dream

you looked so patient
as you let the wind caress your hair
I thought I heard some tires moan
or maybe the breeze through the trees

I hope your safe in the night
on that bench alone
hoping your bus arrives soon
under an old street lamp like moon

Jim Taylor 9/10/2017

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Jim Taylor

2 Months Ago

Happy world poetry day Karen. I'll squeeze in,
Ed you always kill me ha....

Sharing rain


all us humans have two things in common
we all are born and we all die
then floating somewhere
everything in between is another story

For you my friend
you live to the west
closer to the Pacific
the place where the rain is born
we share the rain
the rain on your rooftop found you
perhaps that same rain cloud
moving east holds on to the sky
to finally fall on my roof
the rest soon turns to snow that we may drink later
pure water

James 3/22/18

 

Karen Newell

2 Months Ago

Absinthe

I slid down a bottle
of brilliant chartreuse.
I danced with the fairy,
a can-can for Toulouse.

When the bottle was empty,
every last drop swilled,
I fell on my ass
then rolled down the hill.

When I awakened
contrite and abashed
my friends were all laughing,
they had shaved off
my mustache!

Karen Newell
3/23/18

 

Ed Meredith

2 Months Ago

HAHaa Karen... only half the stash... LOL



Tear Catcher

tears saved in a glass catcher
for tomorrow’s telling of my story
of loves won and lost
or never risked
stories of a childhood dimmed by time
adolescence blurred by impatience
adulthood lost in arrogance
middle age altered by unwitting design
and fears of aging in any way but graceful

and old age
a time of beauty and gain within the loss...

i forget

what were we taking about


ed meredith
March 2018

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Karen Newell

2 Months Ago

Indignities

The facades
I so carefully
cultivated
have slowly begun
to crumble.

Patches of plaster
fall to the ground,
and my bare bones
are showing fragile.

I watch the mirror
start to mottle,
the silver plate
no longer shines.

In those shadows
I often glimpse
the ghost
I shall one day
become.

Karen Newell
3/26/18




 

Kevin Callahan

2 Months Ago

Powerful Karen, I applaud.

I recently was awarded Second prize in a poetry contest and PAID! I'm a professional poet, ar, ar. (full disclosoure, $15) I'll get to read it in public and they will publish a book. Kinda fun. The poem was prompted by an open mic poet who said "his mother was unintentionally cruel" That made me think of this:

You Were Always Happy in the Morning

The hair of your ancestors proclaimed your fierce temper
But you were always happy in the morning
I am told when you and dad wed you were inseparable lovers
You the buxom farm girl and dad the world-class athlete
That must have been something to see
But time, children, and life-long poverty
dulled the shine on that apple

Even so, you were always happy in the morning
By the time I was twelve the war at home was full blown
Pots and skillets thrown but your words hit harder than metal
Mornings you were always the first to arise
In the kitchen with the coffee on and radio
playing so softly I needed to stand close to hear the weather and futures

You were always happy in the morning
Dad already outside in the dark at work
I too off into the cold or heat to chore
Then back inside the kitchen with you
Where hot coffee, oatmeal, and quiet chats awaited

You were always happy in the morning
I learned to love those early beginnings spent with you
For the next six years the battles erupted
Gentle mornings followed by lonely days
And the nightly mêlées that could turn from
Words to blows and then resignation

Yet you were happy in the mornings
At least I think you were
I was gone into the world forging my own path
A journey without oatmeal and you

I would visit in the mornings
Because that’s when you were happiest
We’d sip burnt coffee perking for five hours
I’d talk about my job and wife
I’d bring you my latest art to show
You’d listen and nod or frown speaking quietly without judgement

When the cancer came you were not happy (even in the mornings)
You seethed against Dad and God
The injustice deemed too much
Then when your voice failed you snarled your condemnation
The priest quailed before your wrath

You died on a sunny spring morning slipping away as quietly as one of our longed-for talks
No more quiet conversations
No more burnt coffee
I miss that and you, of course
But its good you passed at daybreak
You were always happy in the morning.

 

Brian Wallace

2 Months Ago

Nice work Kevin.

 

VIVA Anderson

2 Months Ago

Powerful, Kevin....kudos

Powerful, Karen.......I resonate (at 80+)....

 

Maria Disley

1 Month Ago

Kevin,
I was so moved by your words, they were beautiful, unspoken love as it was happening, I love how you made time for your mother, not because you felt you should but because you enjoyed her company and the strong bond you shared. Well done!

 

Maria Disley

1 Month Ago

Great writing as always Karen! :)

 

Jim Whalen

1 Month Ago

God, I pray to you for justice,
not as I did in younger days, because
you are not who I once thought you were.
Once I would have prayed to you for justice,
and I would have knelt long, wrestling and
arguing with you, wearing you down – “Hear
my prayer. God hear my prayer!” -
keeping up my shrill petition, as if you were deaf,
expecting you to define justice on my terms.

Justice my way is circular, it walks me back to
that divisive, snake haunted garden.
You, my God, reveal justice to be
the annihilation of differences,
the consciousness of myself in you and you in others,
the emergence from the singular flesh of adolescence
to the geometry of the divine in all.
Your way God, moves us toward
a shining city on a hill – a place where love unites us.

 

Maria Disley

1 Month Ago

Perfect message for Today Jim.

 

Ed Meredith

1 Month Ago

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We The People

when We the People recognize deception
emanating from the pinnacles of power
and that deceit cuts the bonds of trust
then truth itself becomes suspect
honesty
integrity
and civility
are lost in the quagmire
of lies
and We the People
must search for remedy which is paramount
if the nation
We the People
are to survive


ed meredith
April 2018

 

Kevin Callahan

1 Month Ago

Thank you all for the kind words. I have not been on this thread for a bit. I am happy to report my previous poem was an award winner with a cash award. A paid poet, who would have thunk? Here is a new scribble.

I felt your touch

I was sleeping when I felt you touch my hair
The sensation seemed to come from nowhere
Softly you brushed my temple as you sometimes do
But, I am flying to see you
You are much on my mind
Nodded off on an airplane but you were neither in front nor behind
You came to me not in a dream, but in the manifestation of a reality
As real as any schizophrenic’s voice, a totality
Even though we are not together I felt your touch, a curious voodoo
No matter where I go you are with me, it must be your hoodoo
You reach through time and space to do that thing you do
To me

 

Jason Christopher

4 Days Ago

Congratulations Kevin
I'm glad someone takes their poetry seriously with sincerity and some sensual curiosity
and $10 is not to be ridiculed because that's a notebook and several pens with which to contemplate life, the universe, and your poem

IN IT.






HUM BUG, huh, who said that??
TWAS BUT THE JAR
rattling boiled sweets
cooked the days
of Summer
joy



Surely our revolutionary leader has been allowed back in. too.

 

Uther Pendraggin

4 Days Ago

I thank Jason for bumping this thread.
I join in his congratulations and admiration of Kevin's work and reward.

I thank Ed Meredith for both the image and the imagery.

And the melding of the two.


I have no poetry of my own, or anyone else's for that matter. Lyrics, prose, pontifications but not poetry.

 

Kevin Callahan

3 Days Ago

Thanks all for the kind words and excellent poems of your own. Also for keeping this alive. This one is a companion to the Portrait of Ross Redmon.

The bright spark of a high heeled boy

The “Boys” entered our lives through a small act of kindness
One apartment condemned the other not built
Both became our guests for a time

Ross is an artist, tall, spare, quiet
At rest, his body folds up like a living origami
Cigarette held casually between his fingers glows like the scepter of a young prince

Struck by this physicality
His image ensnared in an unguarded moment
But how to capture the enigmatic soul of the artist in a painting?

An abstract background covers the life-sized canvas, which slashes and drips with color
Reaching back half a century to the POP style
Likeness rendered in flat colors and indicated contours

Somehow the brush finds Ross
Serendipitously the face intertwines with the background
Exquisitely illuminating the subject’s inscrutable qualities

In this portrait of a high heeled boy
There is a bright human spark
A man, an artist, and a friend

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VIVA Anderson

3 Days Ago

Kevin....love,love the poetry, the image: Redman.
Hello all.
Am busy on a self-induced project....will advise.
Wishing you all full-colour lives.
Nice to see you here, too, Uther......suits me to know that.
Am missing Viet !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Grateful to Maria,all, for keeping us going in this refuge I love.
Cheers, me.

 

Joseph Baril

3 Days Ago

Art & Poetry makes great coffee mugs, and prints.

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Ed Meredith

3 Days Ago

Note to all:
i have been meaning to post this but have been extremely sidetracked...


Viet Tran our cyber friend, artist, poet and thinker, has asked me assumer the role of moderator of this long running poetry thread; and has symbolically replaced his avatar with one of my choosing.

Viet’s absence from the FAA threads at this point seems to be a permanent condition and he sends his apologies to all of you.

i’m sure he misses the poetic exchanges with those of you who participate here, I know I miss his.

He can be found writing his poetry, thoughts and musings on facebook; https://www.facebook.com/viet.tran.391420

Speaking of facebook, I may have to finally break down and join it so I can continue my seven-year long poetic exchanges and journey with my good friend Viet… FAA is and has been the only social media site I have ever joined or participated on, so it will be ruining my resolve to stay out of the SM world... Gulp...

FYI - here are a couple of recent emails from Viet.

Good morning Ed.

Thanks a lot, my friend. I appreciate your help to keep the poetry thread going. You are right about my intention of not going back to FAA.. Please announce that I voluntarily transfer my moderator role to you. Would you mind sending my thanks to poets/artists/contributors and readers of the thread and my apology to them that I am no more interest in FAA forums?

And in another email excerpt Viet wrote:

"I DO enjoy reading poetry of other poets and artists, I usually read each poem from three to four times, until I could sense the emotion/feeling of the poet who wrote it or I could get the essence of a poem. Then, I do a poetic echo based on my feeling and thought generated by the poem.”

 

Uther Pendraggin

3 Days Ago

VIVA,

How could I not post? Did you see those two guys standing there pretending they're lichen? (Big smile)

This is a great thread.

PLAU
UPD

 

VIVA Anderson

3 Days Ago

Ed........thanks so much for the update about our Viet, and his news and well-being, and thanks for taking up the reins, I trot beside you.

Uther............today was fraught for me, at 1 pm Thurs, already-yet-oy-vey..............and I thank you for the
....................biggest chuckle I let go out loud and the rafters (symbolic) shook , and laughed at my joy of you.

FOR..................Karen..................(shhh.i have my bottle ready to use,when i start rusting away to inevitable ashes/dust,yum)

............................................... Art Prints

 

Brian Wallace

3 Days Ago

"To The Writers and Poets"


To those that have enlightened here,
Through prose and overcoming fear,
Thoughts when read may shed a tear,
Landing upon a sympathetic ear,

Let it be said, and let it be read,
No truth shall be written, an open mind shall dread,
Only through the heart truth will be spread,
This is our creed, long after we're dead,

So figuratively fix your bayonets my boys,
If this is your calling, you've been given your chores,
To seek the truth where it is found,
To speak it from heaven to the ground,

You won't always be met, with an open minded favor,
Some words are sharp, and cut like a saber,
It may be easier to lay it out kind,
But tell it straight, then don't look behind,

Our comrades whom we've come to know,
That dare to share their thoughts in flow,
Honest words they should bestow,
And the truth will carry them with the light of the glow,

Poetry, when thoughtful, can forever link us,
Like a chain unbroken, can never sink us,
It can pull us up or pull us in,
But it can never pull us down again,

Words when put together in just the right way,
Can touch us, move us, or just make our day,
When light comes into a room, like a bright thought into the mind,
Nothing seems more entrancing, nothing so kind.


~ Brian Wallace
05-24-18

 

Brian Wallace

3 Days Ago

"Life, As I Know It"


And such is life,
With all it's bits and pieces,

A cutting knife,
With all the slits and creases,

Never knowing which way is up,
Gravity opposing my will,

No fortuitous luck,
No quest I may fulfill,

Fumbling, stumbling, my insurmountable trek,
Failing, flailing, like one tumultuous wreck,

Breathing, seething, the stench of one's own regret,
Ironic hypocrisy, a reminder to forget,

Now life with all it's challenges,
It's endless opportunities awaiting,

Serve none of the fallen,
There's no use debating,

None that I can fathom,
Can fall as long or hard,

Then rise to the occasion,
As though nothing had been scarred,

Feeling bruised, beaten and bewildered,
The doors have all been barred,

Shut in, shut out,
Give in, give out,

Live and love, give and take,
Push and shove, no mistake,

With all of life's gifts,
There's something I must lack,

With every step forward,
Something shoves me back,

We all know life, is not a piece of cake,
It can be full of strife, no recourse, no retake,

No one said life was gonna be fair,
Just ask the people who are pulling out their hair,

Yet some seem to thrive,
While others barely alive,

What a crazy place,
This world we live in,

Oh and just in case,
You will need a friend,

Don't ask me where I'm going,
Ask me where I've been,

And if we don't make it,
I'll see you in the end,



~ Brian Wallace
5-24-18

 

Please note that Viet is not banned from discussions, although it looks like he is by some things said here, he's just an innocent victim of the troll that forced us to tie up loose ends here by making the discussions premium only. He is welcome in at any time.

 

Ed Meredith

3 Days Ago

To reiterate what Abbie has said…

Viet was not banned. He is simply not a Premium member of FAA and therefore is
unable to post. Like myself, Viet does not offer his artwork as prints here on FAA and
has decided not to pay for the privilege of posting.

The new rule of, “Premium Members Only”, has been a good thing for the forum,
the troll activity had gotten destructively out of control, it was the only sensible recourse.
Thank you Abbie and the powers that be...

i would be remiss however, if I did not mention that one of Viet’s motives to remain collateral damage
for now at least, is that he did not want to pay and have to be self-censoring in order to meet the forum
rules of context and content of his writings. I know that is a struggle for him as it can be for me.
But Hey!! who knows, he may get lonely and miss us so much he just might pay up… lol

 

Totally understand. I'm glad he still is ok!!

 

Ed Meredith

1 Hour Ago

Photography Prints


My cross-eyed nipples:
A page from a cancer surviver's journal


Looking in a mirror
I thought of
what I wouldn't give for a nipple
of any sort in fact
I dreamt I had them once
Both Mine
and that surgery left a bit of one
behind
all Mine

Oh but what a tease dreams can be you see
I don't miss my breast I guess
I tell myself in the mirror
it’s JUST the nipples
I miss
My cross-eyed nipples

I’d settle for one just now
Even if it were blue too
I am and miss them both
My cross-eyed nipples


ed meredith
2018

 

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