Starpoet by Lisa Jain Thompson
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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. XI, No. XXXIII (August 15, 2010 C.E.)
StarPoet Newsletter by Lisa Jain Thompson

Poems and oddities in the middle of August

This morning
Before the sun rose
Above the horizon
I lay beside you
Watching your breath
Listening to the memories
Of wars long past
And the well earned deaths
Of brother and foe
The battle did not end
When bullets no longer flew

Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2010 C.E. 

Sharon and I have been together 8 years today.   Put that in your Virginia constitution

two root canals in 72 hours is interesting to say the least

The Dentist Chair

I sit in the Dentist's Chair,
Watching the Duncan Donuts through the window,
Relaxed, waiting for my root canal.
Will the nerve go dead, silence by the Novocaine?
Will the root cooperate or is it a snarled trap?
It's a crap shoot, a game that dentists and patients play,
Hoping for the best but knowing nature and physiology
Hold the upper hand despite our expensive high tech toys.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

If it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket what difference is it to me?
-- Thomas Jefferson

the human inconstant

The Virgin

I thought, of course you are,
When you said you were a virgin;
Yesterday, you were intersexed,
The day before, a Republican;
Tomorrow you might be a Socialist
Or a whore on Seventh Avenue.
So when you reclaimed your virginity,
I nodded my head and chose to remain silent,
Knowing that this too shall pass,
Whatever this may be today.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)
life together
Being

There you be.
Thought I didn't notice,
Didn't you?
But there you be
And here I be,
Today, tomorrow,
Until we be
Ancients of Days,
Our bodies dust,
And only these lines
Remember us.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

Would you like a pill with that?

A paper by Dr Darrel Francis, a cardiologist at Imperial College's National Heart and Lung Institute, and published in the American Journal of Cardiology suggests that McDonald's, Burger King and other fast food outlets should offer diners free drugs to compensate for the risk of heart disease, cardiologists proposed today.

The paper supposes that if burger joints offered cholesterol-lowering statins, customers would offset the unhealthy effects of a cheeseburger and milkshake, according to researchers at Imperial College London.

The pills could be placed beside the salt, pepper and tomato ketchup to encourage people to pop one after their meal.

a fact of life

Endoscopy

Endoscopy,
I won't tell you which end
But I think you can guess:
Life with your body
As you continue to get older;
There must be a class
Where our doctors learn to say
You might feel some discomfort
With a perfectly straight face
-- the lower quadrant of the class,
Of course, end up practicing Endoscopy.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

Under the Rising Sun

Japan prides itself on the world's longest life expectancy but is struggling with a disturbing footnote to that statistic - revelations that hundreds of people listed as its oldest citizens are either long dead or haven't been heard from for decades.

The story unfolded in late July when police discovered that Sogen Kato, who would have been 111 and was thought to be Tokyo's oldest man, had actually been dead for 32 years, his decayed and partially mummified body still in his home.  That discovery led officials around the country to check up on the centenarians in their own districts, and what they found has been shocking.

The woman listed as Tokyo's oldest, Fusa Furuya, born in July 1897, is also missing. Her last registered residence was long ago converted into a vacant lot. In the western city of Kobe alone, officials are trying to track down more than 100 unaccounted-for centenarians, including a woman who, if still alive, would be 125.

"The families who are supposed to be closest to these elderly people don't know where they are and, in many cases, have not even taken the trouble to ask the police to search for them," the Asahi, a major newspaper, said in an editorial. "The situation shows the existence of lonely people who have no family to turn to and whose ties with those around them have been severed."

The Asahi also noted a sinister side to the problem. Unless death notices are filed with authorities, pension payments tend to keep coming, prompting some relatives managing older peoples' finances to keep deaths a secret.

--Eric Talmadge, Associated Press

the lights in the night are stars, most every one with a planet

I'd Like To Have Your Baby

Every toothache,
Every gallbladder once removed,
Binds us irrefutably to our ancestors,
Five million years of hominid evolution,
Ten million before that as our primate mothers
Struggled to succeed,
Left their flesh to rot in woodland jungles,
Tropical forests, and the challenge of the savannah.
We have fought and paid for this planet,
Generation by generation, and slowly, inevitably
Grow ready to grasp the stars and heavens that we
Have gazed upon since that first shining evening
We stood upright and asked ourselves
Why?

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)
                                               
the poet as poet
Life After Syracusa

Michelangelo is my godfather,
Watching from the back room;
Leonardo, my illegitimate sperm donor
Many times removed;
Why should I claim otherwise?

The blood of Caesars and randy popes
Has filled my veins for centuries; Whatever
Flesh the Moors and Cartheginians left
Mixes freely with Plantagenet and Iroquois.

But my mother, the one who seeded my talent,
Was a greek woman whose song flows freely
Throughout my verse; I easily admit to being her daughter
And sometimes struggle to do her honor.

I too am not a low maintenance poet, having been
To Syracusa after starting more disturbance
Than I can safely identify: hear my song,
And hers in mine, so we both may live.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

Visual Wordplay at Youtube courtesy of NPR

life wins out
Blue Magnolia

I'm guessing you don't want to know
Who it was I dreamed last night,
And I'm just thinking all things 'ld be better
If I just forgot about everything.
The bodies were wrong, the car improbable,
I waited on the shoreline while they surfed;
The warm sun went down, a hot fire was lit,
And I surrendered to the sea and the sand.
Where would I be and who would I am
If that dreamscape time were mine?
How many children would pull at my skirts?
How many heartbreaks and betrayals?
But I'm not there and you're not them
And love somehow won out after all.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)
human sexuality

Love Enters

Love enters through the eyes
But leaves through a mind
Grown weary in time and argument.
Family is everything but love is rare
And should not be confused
With simultaneous orgasm.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

 Out Damn Smoothie!

A rare U.S. outbreak of typhoid fever has been linked to a frozen tropical fruit product used to make smoothies, health officials reported Thursday.

Seven cases have been confirmed - three in California and four in Nevada. Two more California cases are being investigated. Five people were hospitalized, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said. The CDC said five of the victims drank milkshakes or smoothies made with frozen mamey fruit pulp. Four of them used pulp sold by Goya Foods Inc. of Secaucus, N.J.

Mamey is a sweet, reddish tropical fruit grown mainly in Central and South America. It is also known as zapote or sapote. It is peeled and mashed to make pulp, the CDC said.

The company has recalled packages of the pulp, sold in mostly western states. A sample from one package found in Las Vegas tested positive for the bacteria that causes typhoid, the Food and Drug Administration reported Wednesday.

meanwhile back on the chain gang

The Mix on the Bus

The mix on the bus
Changes and drifts,
Moving in, moving out
As passengers change jobs
Change locations
Grow old, retire, die;
A constant flux of
Diversification
And Metamorphis,
Ebbing and flowing,
Waxing and waning,
The full constancy
Of the seasons,
If not the stars above.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (August 2010)

august

Mid-Summer Storm

The Four A. M. thunderstorm
Still hangs over the planet,
Washing the morning sky down
A hazy, uncertain gray;
Cubic inch by cubic inch,
Lungs work the warm, dense air.
Blouses, sticky, humid, damp,
Cling to wet, heavy breasts.
August already overstays
This hot, unbreathable season.

— Lisa Jain Thompson  (August 2010)

Victorville, California (AP) 

Two women have been charged with misdemeanors for a fight that led to a brawl during a Southern California kindergarten graduation ceremony.

San Bernardino County investigators say the women were arguing and it got physical in a field near the June ceremony at Puesta del Sol Elementary in Victorville.  Several men got involved and the incident turned into a brawl, forcing school officials to place the school on lockdown until deputies sorted things out. No one was hurt.

Court records show misdemeanor charges have been filed against 31-year-old Queiona Burt and 29-year-old Marina Ruth Vargas. Prosecutors say they face up to six months in jail if convicted for interference with peaceful conduct at a school and 90 days in jail for unlawful acts committed on school grounds.

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