Coffee Table Poetry's GUEST BOOK: January 2010

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Weekly Coffee Table GUEST BOOK REVIEW:1/25-1/29/10

Welcome to the Weekly Coffee Table GUEST BOOK Review in tribute to those friends who have laid out their hearts on this guest site this week. I am astonished by the talents of so many writers whose words have moved and affected my week, just as I hope they did yours. Enjoy a refreshing review of this week's poems.
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January 25, 2010

Love Long Lasting

By: Angela France

January 26, 2010

Hope

By: Krantol Northic

January 27, 2010

Wall of Water

By: Raymond J. Denzel

January 28, 2010

Third World Neglected

By: Jason LaMorris Rivers

January 29, 2010

Forever Paradise

By: Albert Price

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Quote of the Day:"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
~Winston Churchill

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Forever Paradise

By: Albert Price

Resting on a beautiful day under a sky blazed with gold,
I realized a vision so lovely to behold.
A lush garden watered by gently running streams,
On one side blueberry hills and the other the rainbow of dreams.
Here there is food to satisfy and thrills for the eye,
Enough for all God’s creatures of land, water, and sky.

The garden nymph, residing in the mansion of my mind,
Supplies my super-conscience with sweet devotions divine.
Here our hearts are light as the leaf on an apple tree,
‘Cause every wish and desire is crowned with victory.
Larks and bluebirds visit daily to serenade us from on high
And leave us sweet memories when they launch into the sky.

The reverend here is a woman who outmatches the moon,
She likes dancing through the garden with dessert and spoon.
The preacher is one sensational human and has a vision true.
She sees the Word transcribed in the air and inherent in the dew.
The birds of paradise now in place, wearing feathered robes aglow,
Harmonize with a melodious breeze that began a billion years ago.

Albert Price
Poems of Albert Price

"The soul would have no rainbow,
Had the eyes no tears."
~John Vance Cheney

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Third World Neglected

By: Jason LaMorris Rivers

As I wake up to my world I'm exposed to the
streets, another day, another struggle just to find food to eat, I see
myself to the world as an abandoned little girl, no respect by the rich,
so my name is third world, If that's not enough what more disaster shall
i face, that will be big enough to bring attention to my face?

Will it be when Walls start breaking, and cores start shaking?, when all
hearts are racing, and minds are moving faster?, leaving us asking
questions like where's our pastor? As we all run rapid because of
oncoming disaster will this be the conclusion that will end with trouble?,

bodies laid out on the streets, some buried under rubble, screaming
words of panic saying god help me please! As the room shakes and
rumbles, I get upon my knees, begging the lord to please take care of me,

walls crumbling and tumbling down, barricading so many into the abyss of
the ground, blood soaked on streets, as i hear horrible sounds, what the
hell is going on!? As hearts just pound, little babies crying as mothers
shield them from the sight,

holding them close to their chests as they're filled with much fright,
too much danger in the house! Get in your cars they say! You'll be much
safer, but yet I stay, I don't have a car, so I just stay and pray,
asking my god to please help me today,

After the worse has ended, and bodies are left on display we all look
around without a word to say, with blank expressions on our faces, like
what went wrong? As we're left in pure shock, hoping that some one comes along,

there's looting as criminals from jail break free, and some who were
never caught, but now they feel free, free to make a horrible situation
even worse, we're confused, and sad and can't make sense of the
situation, but our first obligation is to find the ones who are living,
and hope word gets to the u.s. For some type of support

We scream and we shout, and now we start to scratch, asking ourselves
questions like what caused all that?, that's the question that is asked
after a disaster has occurred, you form relief efforts, in hopes to gain
cash, begging every celebrity when you shouldn't have to ask!

Third world countries fighting to survive, earning one dollar a day just
so we can stay alive, but shame on the rich cause they now want to
arrive, a little to late the death toll is now 5! Meaning 5,000 or maybe
even more, yes the earth quake killed a lot, but in a way you've done more!,

don't get me wrong we're happy and blessed to see your face, but you
showing up late, makes you out as a disgrace, you showed up after the
storm, but where were you before the rain? Cause even before the quake
we were was going through a lot of pain,

what is it about walls breaking and tumbling down, and roads being
cracked, and people being shot down, that makes you act fast? Silently
it was already occurring, but now that nature makes noise, our relief is
now soaring, but why we're not getting relief when we can't afford
shoes?, or when our house is the size of a cardboard box?, or when our
ribs are showing cause we can't afford food?

you give us money now, when it seems like it's the end, but where was
that money when we needed to begin!?, to begin our lives earning more
than one buck, but you neglected us sadly, so we remained here stuck!

haiti as well as any other third world place, is fighting to survive!
why give money now? When we can't open up our eyes!, you left us alone
this long, so why are you helping out now?, did some one make you do
this? Did someone tell you to step it up?, cause now you're coming out the
pocket like you want to help us up!

but if disaster never happened, would we still be in the same
position?, cause it was already disaster before nature got on its
mission, left with no commission, and you never helped us out!,

you celebrities with no hearts, with little bit, or no smarts, with the
only concern being money, and how you do on the charts, then the
ignorant ask questions like why are they obligated,

simple question answered by the word that seems to be eliminated, and
that word is empathetic, and in their brains it's not embedded,
therefore not their hearts, so apathetic is the weapon that shines on the mark,

I'm sure you watch tv all the time, and the ones who need it the most
come to view, you see starving children in africa crying out to be
saved, with all the rich moguls in the world you say this has to be staged!

cause no way we could be asking for small cents a day, when bill gates
has a billion for us to be ok, and not all of africa's poor, contrary to
your belief, there's some small rich parts, that they failed to oversee!,

but when disaster breaks out we beg money from you, the so called middle
class, but you're just trying to make it to, so as of right now the change
is not you, and we understand, but all the rich moguls they seem to have
it all,

but most don't give back cause they're afraid they may fall, all of
their cash spent daily on the mall, or those big rims, or a million
dollar house, or paying off a mistress so they can hide it from a spouse,

I'm about to ask a question that is truly dumb to me, and that same
question is asked by the ones who are free, and that questions is, why
are you obligating me? But I will answer that question as simple as can be,

god blessed you with the money, so set some free, set it free into the
lives of the ones who need it more than you, when you have everything,
and we can't even afford a shoe, and you complain about not having the
latest pair so you can wear,

when somebody somewhere don't even have legs, I really hope this
message gets stuck inside your head, so you can change the way your're
living, so you can finally start giving, cause it's obvious to me that
you have it all to give, but another day that god bless you, and you
decide not to fulfill, that will be another day, and another life you
will steal! God bless the third world, and I mean that for real!

Jason lamorris rivers Copyright ©2010
Poetry of Jason LaMorris Rivers

"Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair".
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Jan

Wall of Water

By: Raymond J. Denzel

ideal setting
coastal town
postcard perfect
sunny day
blue skies
crowded beaches
busy time
paradise for some

ominous signs
suddenly
water recedes
like never before
beach quickly grows
out further and further
sea shells
fish flopping
children playing
men and women
gaze and wonder
all is quiet

somewhere deep
in the bowels
of ocean
earthquake strikes
land shifts
water gathers
hurtling forward
tremendous speed
hundreds of miles
an hour
unsuspecting
people
unaware disaster
lurking
on horizon

a cry
from lips
water rising
ever higher
ocean wall
monster heights
angry god
lashing out
inland racing
gathering all
before it
smothering life
objects ravenous
all succumb
draws out to sea

nothingness
left behind
bewildered
survivors cry
stunned once more
ocean releases
flotsam and jetsam
only signs
of happening before
tsunami by name
destructive force
time heals all
wounds
nature like crouching
tiger in ambush
waiting waiting
once more

Raymond J. Denzel
R. Jacob Post Poetic Muses

"Be the Melody in the Symphony of Your Life."
~Jonathan Lockwood Huie

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Jan

Hope

By: Krantol Northic

Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay

Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athlete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me

Hope springs eternal

Krantol Northic
Poems of Krantol Northic

"My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
~Maya Angelou"

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Love Long Lasting

By: Angela France

Sands of time sifting through my fingers, longing to hold him once again, kneeling down heart heavy, with a pull and a shove from father time, I must make the climb, to the sunshine, keeping on the grind, never to let up, with much ado about pain, there is nothing to gain, with a sad grin, and a heavy step, I take the leap that I too will heal. Upwards turn of my face to the sun, gently I caress my gun, thoughts and thinking, I lay it down so very close to the ground, turn away, and march on, determined I will succeed, I will not partake of weakness, moving along, face turned to the sun, permanent chill down to the bones, I turn and face the grave, kneeling down I shed my tears words don’t matter he can’t hear me, but he should know my thoughts, Beloved for ever through life and death I am yours. Tears drop and splash upon the grave, watering a seed, unknown to me, the cycle of life continues, and I shall meet up with my soul mate once again. With a cracked heart and a legion to reign, I forge forth into the Sun..

Angela France (Alfy)
Mama Alfys Ramblings

"Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see."
~Helen Keller

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Jan

Weekly Coffee Table GUEST BOOK Review: 1/18-1/22/10

January 18, 2010

Blessed Sleep
By: V. Mahfood

January 19, 2010

Reaching For White
By: Lisa Shields

January 20, 2010

It Snowed
By: Fergus Carty

January 22, 2009

Billy Collins and You
By: Eve Meredith Brackenbury

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Quote of the Day:"Look to be treated by others as you have treated others."
~Publilius Syrus

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Billy Collins and You

Written in response to Billy Collin's poem Aimless Love, (Nine Horses)

Billy Collins falls in love
with something everyday;
a wren, a flower, a dead mouse.

And, when the affairs are over,
he simply eats the orange or
finishes the wine, dusts off the
crooked painting and disposes of
the dead.

And then what? Another book deal?

What did I fall in love with today?

The glassy-eyed smirk you gave
me when you woke up from surgery.

Letting you sleep with the dog in our
bed when I brought you home from
the hospital.

Fixing you hot potato soup for dinner
garnished with fresh deli ham, roast beef
and provolone cheese.

Same thing I fall in love with everyday.

I wonder how many people would buy
a book of poetry entitled You ?

Eve Meredith Brackenbury
AuthorNation.com

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Aimless Love

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.

In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.

This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.

The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.

No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.

No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then

for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.

But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.

After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,

so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.

~ Billy Collins ~

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has."
~Margaret Mead

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It Snowed

By: Fergus Carty

It snowed today, yes as forecast
But there was no prediction.
No commitment…
To a dusting like Castor sugar on a cake,
Or a blizzard white out that will last.

So it snowed…

Last week there was a meteor shower,
Sure the BBC had the news
But no mention here that I heard.
As it turned out it was obscured by mist,
Nothing to be seen as the wonder passed.

The last time the sky was active,
Was the occlusion of Venus by the crescent moon.
No warning in the papers about it,
Just that the space shuttle might be visible.
A grainy B/W photo in the paper like the week past.

So it snowed…

Just enough to make travel dangerous,
Just enough to dampen gloves and boots.
The mutt ran round the yard chasing flakes,
The cat unimpressed behind double glazing,
From her chair a mere noting glance cast.

Everyone knows that a snowflake is unique
But do you know that they grow as they fall?
Unique, unique, how many times changed?
I found this out recently from TV.
A flake to the power of N till it rests at last.

So it snowed…

It snowed and I was cold as I knew I would.
There was no need of prediction.
No commitment…..that’s true.
Just a dusting of Castor sugar, not enough,
To sweeten the white out that will last.

Fergus Carty

"Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below."
~Lewis J. Bates

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Blessed Sleep

The bed looks so tempting, so soft and beguiling,
It is calling me down to its feathery depths.
How can I resist such an alluring propostion
When I long to feel its warmth and softness?

I sink down into a billowy mass of white,
Savor the sensation of drifting on clouds.
Four sides of the bed reach down to enfold me,
And comfort me with tranquil serenity.

I lay and gaze at the shadowed ceiling,
Interlaced with a network of patterns;
Until I am wrapped in a hazy, filtered dream
As I drift sweetly to sleep in exhaustion extreme.

I can feel the warm breeze fanning my cheeks
Like soft and maternal fingers;
That caress and coddle a blessed child
With tenderness and love, completely beguiled.

The bed is a never ending haven of comfort,
A refuge from the busy, frenzied world;
A place where I can lay my tired head to rest,
And await the start of a new day refreshed.

V. Mahfood
Coffee Table Poetry For Tea Drinkers

"Circumstance does not make the man: it reveals him to himself."
~James Allen

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