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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. IX, No. XLI
Vol. IX, No. XLI
The air is chilled
By winter's breath
The leaves are departing
By winter's breath
The leaves are departing
Fading then dropping
The sun gives false face
To the bright crisp morning
We are safely inside
Sipping coffee
Finishing our breakfast
Ignoring the signs
Of ever dying autumn
That glance through our window
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
Slightly battered, the victory is ours. Returned from the underworld, the poet lives on.
confession of sorts
Tidewaters
In the age of the internet,
Everyone is published,
Everyone has a pulpit
To bully their enemies,
Everyone imagines
Their readership in millions.
Everyone is published,
Everyone has a pulpit
To bully their enemies,
Everyone imagines
Their readership in millions.
I know my correct numbers
-- Millions more, over time,
Read my columns
Than receive these meager lines,
But these words will survive
While all the rest disappear
On the next change of tide.
-- Millions more, over time,
Read my columns
Than receive these meager lines,
But these words will survive
While all the rest disappear
On the next change of tide.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
our world
In Transit
Without warning, there comes a time
When every city vanishes
As the earth retakes
Our transient success
And buries us, layer upon layer,
In myth and history.
When every city vanishes
As the earth retakes
Our transient success
And buries us, layer upon layer,
In myth and history.
We should not suppose
We are any different
From any other species
That lives on this planet;
Our moment is fleeting, our presence,
A fluctuation within the continuum
That will be little noticed
After we are gone.
From any other species
That lives on this planet;
Our moment is fleeting, our presence,
A fluctuation within the continuum
That will be little noticed
After we are gone.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
Men think monogamy is something you make dining tables out of.
-- Kathy Lette
the fashionable woman
Irresistible
Soft and feminine,
Shirring at the bust,
A delightful warm mix
Of modern and traditional
Accented by popular authenticity;
Delectably ruched details
Over tonal floral embroidery,
Semi-sheer crinkled gossamer
Hued with premium old world color,
Ultra soft, ultra light, ultra female;
Over tonal floral embroidery,
Semi-sheer crinkled gossamer
Hued with premium old world color,
Ultra soft, ultra light, ultra female;
Gently distressed princess seams,
Comfortable and chic,
Accented with damask inspired printing
In a striking crossover style
With subtle, basket-weave texture;
Comfortable and chic,
Accented with damask inspired printing
In a striking crossover style
With subtle, basket-weave texture;
Soft, genuinely feminine,
Well loved, gracefully flared
With luxurious subtle accents
Reinvented with today’s new fabrics
And a Browning over-under shotgun.
Well loved, gracefully flared
With luxurious subtle accents
Reinvented with today’s new fabrics
And a Browning over-under shotgun.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
looking ahead
After All
After the flood,
After the storm,
After the apocalypse
And world’s end,
After the storm,
After the apocalypse
And world’s end,
I will wander this earth,
Suffer these joys,
Taste these tears
Until my breath
No longer drives this voice
And my heart
Refuses my brain’s command
To continue.
Suffer these joys,
Taste these tears
Until my breath
No longer drives this voice
And my heart
Refuses my brain’s command
To continue.
After all of this,
I will be as silent
As the ocean,
As distant as the stars
That burn above us all.
I will be as silent
As the ocean,
As distant as the stars
That burn above us all.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
Modern Warfare
LUCKNOW, India (AP) - A woman chopped the head off a man who allegedly tried to attack her and then paraded the head through a market in northern India, police said Friday.
Police arrested the woman late Thursday after receiving calls from frightened witnesses who reported a blood-soaked woman holding a severed head was walking through the village, said police officer Ram Bharose.
The woman, 35, told police she had gone to a nearby forest to cut grass for fodder for her cattle when a man attacked her from behind.
"In a bid to save her dignity she beheaded him with a sickle," Bharose said, adding that the woman had bite marks on her neck and cheek.
The woman also told police that the man had been harassing and stalking her for three months and she had no regrets about killing him, he said, adding that she would probably be charged with culpable homicide.
The incident took place in Makkapurva village, some 125 miles southeast of Lucknow, the capital of Uttar Pradesh state.
Tongue in cheek, IV in arm
The Contention
It’s damn expensive to stay alive
But not as dear as the alternative;
Bring on your surgeons and magical meds,
When all things are considered,
I’d rather still live.
But not as dear as the alternative;
Bring on your surgeons and magical meds,
When all things are considered,
I’d rather still live.
We can figure out the paperwork
And who pays what to whom somewhat later
Preferably when my mortality is no longer at issue.
And who pays what to whom somewhat later
Preferably when my mortality is no longer at issue.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
for the hypocondriacs
Lyrically Laparoscopic
Severe pain in the upper abdomen,
A dull ache beneath the breastbone,
Pain in the back, pain in the shoulder,
Nausea, vomiting, and heartburn.
A dull ache beneath the breastbone,
Pain in the back, pain in the shoulder,
Nausea, vomiting, and heartburn.
You too may have a gallbladder turned traitor:
Blockage, inflammation, infection, and jaundice
But most of all pain -- I recommend a good narcotic
While you wait for your surgery.
Blockage, inflammation, infection, and jaundice
But most of all pain -- I recommend a good narcotic
While you wait for your surgery.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
Old age comes at a bad time.
-- Sue Banducci
admitting to our sources
The Last Human
A half-million menstrual cycles
Separate us from the common ancestor,
That moment we left the forest’s edge
And our great ape brothers
To play ourselves all in on the savannah grasslands.
Less that thirty thousand generations
From hominid to poet, each mourning the deaths
Of parents and friends, children and lovers
As we struggled upright
To see both moon and heaven and ask ourselves why.
From hominid to poet, each mourning the deaths
Of parents and friends, children and lovers
As we struggled upright
To see both moon and heaven and ask ourselves why.
Less than thirty species of extinct humanity,
Each one the best and brightest,
The last great hope of mankind balanced precariously
Between success and mistake,
All of them gone except for our star-crossed line.
Each one the best and brightest,
The last great hope of mankind balanced precariously
Between success and mistake,
All of them gone except for our star-crossed line.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
wayback machine
The Rattling Clatter of the Honeybird
The summer rains swell the river,
Overflowing the banks
And the surrounding grassland;
The songs of a thousand songbirds
Cascade from tree and forest
while the grey clouds slowly build
to still another afternoon downpour;
Somewhere between Africa and Europe
We emerge from the cattail mudflats
To set footprints across our sodden earth.
Overflowing the banks
And the surrounding grassland;
The songs of a thousand songbirds
Cascade from tree and forest
while the grey clouds slowly build
to still another afternoon downpour;
Somewhere between Africa and Europe
We emerge from the cattail mudflats
To set footprints across our sodden earth.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
© Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008.
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