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Turning a new leaf at 16: The boy was too quick?

Do you think it is feasible to turn a new leaf in your life, unless your deficient body forces upon you an alternative world view?

Is it possible to turn a new leaf without much effort and a change in a life style?

Do we turn a new leaf before we come to grip that life is not forever?

Maggie Mae posted this poem:

“Oh young, on the day she turns over a new leaf, sun-damaged veins, shriveled death

six-feet to go, to sleep, to walk in to her dreams, flat-lined sex, drawn out of virgin delirium

strawberry fields in fast decay, on the day she turns, sixteen nights after the drunken man is fast asleep

on the edge, on metal terror pumping through her veins

this is the one, the hidden light, night fury flies past her eyes

everything is tight blood crushes blood, through life-less young eye lids she cries, he’s too fast,

a shrivelled raisin on black top oh young, that night, and what it means, the night takes, the air rips

open, stealing her lungs on the day she turns.

About Maggie Mae

“I write because I must”.  I am a poet of dark imagery.

I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words).

If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark.

It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.

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Sidonie a plus d’un amant

Triolets fantaisistes/ Charles Cros (Sidonie)
Sidonie a plus d’un amant, C’est une chose bien connue… Qu’elle avoue, elle, fièrement.
Sidonie a plus d’un amant Parce que, pour elle, être nue Est son plus charmant vêtement.
C’est une chose bien connue, Sidonie a plus d’un amant.
Elle en prend à ses cheveux blonds Comme, à sa toile, l’araignée Prend les mouches et les frelons. Elle en prend à ses cheveux blonds.
Vers sa prunelle ensoleillée, Ils volent, pauvres papillons, Comme, à sa toile l’araignée, Elle en prend à ses cheveux blonds.
Elle en attrape avec les dents Quand le rire entrouvre sa bouche Et dévore les imprudents.
Elle en attrape avec les dents. Sa bouche, quand elle se couche, Reste rose et ses dents dedans.
Quand le rire entrouvre sa bouche Elle en attrape avec les dents.
Elle les mène par le nez Comme fait, dit-on, le crotale Des oiseaux qu’elle a fascinés.
Elle les mène par le nez. Quand dans une moue elle étale Sa langue à leurs yeux étonnés,
Comme fait, dit-on, le crotale Elle les mène par le nez
Sidonie a plus d’un amant, Qu’on le lui reproche ou l’en loue Elle s’en moque également.
Sidonie a plus d’un amant. Aussi, jusqu’à ce qu’on la cloue Au sapin de l’enterrement Qu’on le lui reproche ou l’en loue, Sidonie aura plus d’un amant.
Fanciful triplets / Charles Cros (Sidonie)
Sidonie has more than a lover It is a well known thing That it, she says, proudly. Sidonie has more than a lover Because, for her, be naked Is his most charming clothing. It is a well known thing, Sidonie has more than one lover.
She takes her blonde hair As, to its Web, the spider Takes the flies and the Hornets. She takes her blonde hair. To his pupil in a sunny, They fly, poor butterfly, As, to its Web the spider, She takes her blonde hair.
She grabs with teeth When the laughter opens her mouth And devours the unwary. She grabs with teeth. Her mouth, when she lies down, Remains pink and his teeth inside. When the laughter opens her mouth She grabs with teeth.
She leads them by the nose As, say, the rattlesnake Birds that it has fascinated. She leads them by the nose. When in a pout it spread His language to their astonished eyes, As, say, the rattlesnake She leads them by the nose
Sidonie has more than a lover What is the reproach of him or rented it It is fun also. Sidonie has more than one lover. Also, until on the nails The FIR of the funeral What is the reproach of him or rented it, Sidonie will be more than a lover. (Translated by Bing)
© Eve@w. posted this Sept. 3, 2013
I am not a girl of half passion.
I dive in the void as birds that can’t fly
I fell in love and I suffered.
I didn’t despise enough…
Hate was never my master.
I preferred the beating to the blows.
I fell a thousand times.
Only to getting up one more time.
When we learn to walk, this is how we do.
We advance.
This is a long road.
I chose the obsessions: They invade you.
It is soft and round in the stomach.
It is being built and palpitates.
I would like to be able to think in cycles.
I have never appreciated the lukewarm behaviors.
It is erased.
The red heat ravages all on its passage.
It whirls toward the sky.
I don’t like the halves: I want all.
I want it complete.
I want in grand.
I can balance.
I have forgotten my nets
Is the road looking to stretch long? How often can we restart our life?
Si tu es las et que la route te paraît longue
Si tu t’aperçois que tu t’es trompé de chemin
Ne te laisse pas couler au fil des jours et du temps
Recommence…
Si la vie te semble trop absurde
Si tu es déçu par trop de choses et trop de gens
Ne cherche pas à comprendre pourquoi
Recommence…
Si tu as essayé d’aimer et d’être utile
Si tu as connu ta pauvreté et tes limites
Ne laisse pas là une tâche à moitié faite
Recommence…
Si les autres te regardent avec reproche
S’ils sont déçus par toi, irrités
Ne te révolte pas, ne leur demande rien
Recommence…
Car l’arbre rebourgeonne en oubliant l’hiver
Car le rameau fleurit sans demander pourquoi
Car l’oiseau fait son nid sans songer à l’automne
Car la vie est espoir et recommencement.
(Terminally ill, Jean-Jacques Servan Shreiber)

Lyrical song: Sick mother, singer Françoise Hardy, wishing to appease her son

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Françoise Hardy with her farewell song “so many pretty things” to her son Thomas.
Behind the lyrics of the song, hides a sick mother who wishes to appease her son, so well written, so much.

” even if i have to let go of your hand
Without being able to tell you “see you tomorrow”
Nothing will ever break our links
Even if i have to go further
Cutting Bridges, changing trains
Love is stronger than grief
Love that makes our hearts beat
Will sublimate this pain

Turning lead into gold
You have so many beautiful things to live
You’ll see at the end of the tunnel.

Draw a rainbow
And lilas will bloom
You have so many beautiful things in front of you

Even if i see another shore
Whatever you do, whatever happens to you
I’ll be with you like once before

Even if you go adrift
The State of grace, the strong forces
Come back faster than you think
In the space that binds the sky and the earth
Is hiding the greatest mystery

Like the mist hiding the dawn
There are so many beautiful things you don’t know
The faith that brings down mountains

The White Spring in your soul
Think about it when you fall asleep
Love is stronger than death

In the time that binds heaven and earth
Hides the most beautiful mysteries

Think about it when you fall asleep.
Love is stronger than death.”

This is just for you.

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And life resumed its course…
Life had resumed its course, and life keeps going on.
Life extends reasons to cry and reasons to laugh.
Life is a person to take as partner.
Join life’s valse, and it will make you drink the cup, and you think you are about to die…
And life grabs you by the hair and softly lay you a bit further.
Occasionally, life steps on your toes and often times it carries you elegantly in the valse.
You have got to enter life as you join the dance
Do not stop the movement by crying out loud, accusing the others,
By drinking and taking little drug tablets to amortize the choc.
Dance, Valse, cross over the difficulties that life dispatches toward you
To test your metal and to render you stronger, more determined…
 Katherine Pancol in “The yellow eyes of crocodiles
Note: You just need to acquire Job’s patience, until old age forces you to flow with whatever energy you still have?
La vie avait continué après, la vie continue toujours. Elle te donne des raisons de pleurer et des raisons de rire. C'est une personne, la vie, une personne qu'il faut prendre comme partenaire. Entrer dans sa valse, dans ses tourbillons, parfois elle te fait boire la tasse et tu crois que tu vas mourir et puis elle t'attrape par les cheveux et te dépose plus loin. Parfois elle t'écrase les pieds, parfois elle te fait valser. Il faut entrer dans la vie comme on entre dans une danse. Ne pas arrêter le mouvement en pleurant sur soi, en accusant les autres, en buvant, en prenant des petites pilules pour amortir le choc. Valser, valser, valser. Franchir les épreuves qu'elle t'envoie pour te rendre plus forte, plus déterminée.</p><br /> <p>Les yeux jaunes des crocodiles/ Katherine Pancol
La vie avait continué après, la vie continue toujours. Elle te donne des raisons de pleurer et des raisons de rire. C’est une personne, la vie, une personne qu’…il faut prendre comme partenaire. Entrer dans sa valse, dans ses tourbillons, parfois elle te fait boire la tasse et tu crois que tu vas mourir et puis elle t’attrape par les cheveux et te dépose plus loin. Parfois elle t’écrase les pieds, parfois elle te fait valser. Il faut entrer dans la vie comme on entre dans une danse. Ne pas arrêter le mouvement en pleurant sur soi, en accusant les autres, en buvant, en prenant des petites pilules pour amortir le choc. Valser, valser, valser. Franchir les épreuves qu’elle t’envoie pour te rendre plus forte, plus déterminée.
Les yeux jaunes des crocodiles/ Katherine Pancol
The Great Spirit
Andrew Bossone shared The Great Spirit‘s photo.
The Dance of the Dance of Life Honor the sacred. Honor the Earth….our Mother Honor the elders.
Honor all with whom we share the Earth: Four-legged, two-legged, winged ones, Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people.
Walk in balance and beauty. We are out of Step When We cannot walk a straight line.
We’ve stepped on our brother’s foot. We forget to be thankful. We feel alone. We think our dance is the only dance there is. We forget to keep on dancing…
Dance to Heal the Earth by Dee Smith Whenever you dance, wherever you dance, dance to heal the earth!
Dancing is power. Dancing is prayer. Some say that all is dance. Maybe.
Now there’s a big dance coming, a dance to heal the earth. If you’re reading this, you’re probably part of it. You take part whenever you do whatever you do to help heal the earth. When you recycle. When you choose to show love, to fight for justice, to bring healing, to bring out what is good in others.
When you avoid cruelty and dishonesty and waste. When you are outraged. When you speak out. When you give. When you consider the generations to come. When you protest to the oppressors and encourage those who feel the cutting edge of injustice.
There is a tree that all the prophets see, and whenever you let your love show, you make the flowers grow. Soon this dance will be done in a big way, in the old way, on sacred ground. All living things will take part.
If you want to, you can take part. No one is twisting your arm. You can stop any time you need to, and start up again whenever you’re ready.
If you’ve read this far, you probably know what I’m talking about. You’ve probably been doing it in one way or another for a good while. Soon will be the time to make no bones about it! Cut loose!
Anytime you dance, anywhere, whether at a party or in church, dance to heal the earth! Let your feet beat a healing rhythm into the earth. Let your feet beat a strengthening rhythm for those who struggle the hardest.
Let your feet beat a life-giving rhythm for all peoples, regardless of race or national boundary, regardless of whether we’re human or whether we’re the trees, the air, the fish, the birds, the buffalo, the bear, the crow.
We come out of hiding, we come back from the dead, and we dance, and our dance is a prayer, and our songs and our rhythms and our breath give life.
Is the music they’re playing some mindless jingle? Never mind, as long as it’s not bad music, and you can dance to the beat!
Make your own words, and make the words a prayer. A prayer for the end of exploitation, a prayer for the end of lies, a prayer for healing, for justice, for life.
Remember your prayer-song, feed it and let it get strong and pass it along. Dance and pray, whenever you dance, dance to heal the earth. Have you seen anything? Wear it out! Make it so that all can see what you see!
Take a white T-shirt and mark it with your dreams. Is there anything you’d like to tell the world? Take your shirt and mark it with your song! This is the way it has been done, so you can do it too.
Use any color except black (there are reasons for that that will become clearer later), and you’ll probably find that a loose, pure cotton T is most comfortable for dancing in. Cos this is an actual dance, you dance hard, you sing and breathe hard and sweat. Wear it when you plan to go out dancing, to dance to heal the earth.
Some people do this dance while fasting, and dance for several days straight. But even a few minutes of dancing helps, and joins with all the other dancing going on, everywhere on Earth.
Not everyone can fast these days. Besides, you never know when you’re gonna dance, and you have to eat sometimes! But if you plan to dance, hold off eating till later, or just have a little.
It’s easier to dance if you don’t have a hot-dog weighing you down. Some people say, do not do sacred things where people are drinking and partying. But all the universe is a sacred place.
It really doesn’t matter what others are doing, you can make a place sacred wherever you are, with your intention and your prayers. Some people use smoke to make a place sacred; a cigarette or incense stick will do fine.
You can dance to heal the earth anywhere, even a party or a bar!
The earth is everywhere, so you can dance anywhere to heal her. Only one thing. Please hold off drinking or using any other intoxicants till you’re done. It works better that way.
The Lie has gone far enough. It spreads and makes everyone sick. Now is the time for this dance to begin. It, too, will spread, and it will bring healing to all.
In the beginning, they say, God put a rainbow in the sky, to let us know that Spirit never forgets. Now is the time for us to put a rainbow across the earth, to let God know that we, too, remember.
Dance to heal the earth. Not just when you’re dancing, but always. Live the dance, whenever you move, in all you do, dance to heal the earth… — with Kathy Pack-Dugger and 9 others.
Note: Remember that wherever you step, there is a buried corps down there. We are walking on our forefathers: the land is sacred. Stop the shelling and bombing and excavating.

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