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Dreamydre
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#1 Old 2nd Jan 2009 at 7:46 PM
Nostalgia in the form of poetry
I love this poem, but mostly I love Chuck Sullivan.

Completely Well:
For B.B. King and Wallace Stevens

By Chuck Sullivan

Call me the picker of kick-ass chansons
the musical one and bid him whip
in indigo riffs the smokin'
blues of his guitar
Let the strings twang and dawdle
in such funk as the spirit
is used to wear in the fretting tunes
of leafless trees
conducting December's air

The flesh fades
the first thrill is gone
yet the body stays
for the soul to pick upon
and they jam a peacock
fan of hot licks cleaned
with the whole-split genius
of men and angels strumming
Light's heart from out
a prism of peculiar keys

Let us be acoustic of dream
Let heaven be and hell only seem
Let B.B. King's wailing chords be keen
the only emperors alive are you and me
psalmed in sin and magic from the first breath
we sing stung by the honeyed arrow of the blues
confessing blind faith in the Midnight Hour
our words in search of the tune

I just wanted to share this poem with those of you who don't know it or him, and let those of you who are familiar with it reflect.

Oh, and by the way, I knew he was a great poet and had a few books out but I didn't know he was as well-known as he was! It's awesome that I got to spend such time with him!
"Going to the chapel of Love"

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Dreamydre
Mad Poster
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#2 Old 3rd Jan 2009 at 11:21 PM
Another one of Sullivan's poems that I like

A Local Virgo Makes the Paper
Chuck Sullivan

On page 14
your body
is pending
the completion
of arrangements

but on page 26
right next to
the comics
the stars
still insist
on saying

that you tend
to gain now
from a situation
not entirely of
your own making

So be ready
to share in
the benefits
that pop up

by believing
that the best
is always yet
to come
"Going to the chapel of Love"

the girls club . statistics . yearbook .
Dreamydre
Mad Poster
Original Poster
#3 Old 28th Jan 2009 at 11:32 PM
Here is a poem I made myself...tell me what you think.

His
mouth moves
but it's hard
to hear.

A sudden
broken sound
startles
him.

I won't
tell him
it was only
my heart.
"Going to the chapel of Love"

the girls club . statistics . yearbook .
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