November 27, 2004

  • SATURDAY POEMS I ADMIRE
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    Some Days It is All I Can Do (for Margaret Hassan)

    to keep myself from walking around crying
    babbling when someone asks about
    last night’s brain-dead comedy
    I felt someone pulled off the streets
    of baghdad this morning
    her fear fogged my glasses
    I reached in my pocket and lint
    was pulled out
    as the blindfold came down
    over her eyes
    the hard chair pressing against
    her back
    is stiffness in my neck
    the tears are just there
    behind my eyes like
    the drops on the window
    if she dies tonight
    I will bathe in my tears
    to try and cleanse at least
    one soul

    Light Under the Door

    (In Memoriam: Margaret Hassan)
    she did not toil there
    to profit
    from the flow of black gold
    a brass door knob
    a rusty bottle cap
    a young girls voice saying thank you
    may have found its way
    into her suitcase
    her hands trembled
    not when the door was locked
    but when it opened
    not knowing the time
    chosen to write upon her death
    I see how this false war
    could have led to this
    the blackness echoed back to her
    to the light under the door
    she whispered
    I would not have done otherwise

    Randolph Nesbitt
    47 years old
    Aliso Viejo, CA
    poet/artist/photographer, mortgage broker by trade, Poet Against the War


    Deep Thought: “I think Superman and Santa Claus are actually the same guy, and I’ll tell you why: Both fly, and both have a beard.”
    Today I am grateful for: The few things left you can buy without rebates
    Guess the Movie: “Wait a minute. You aren’t seriously suggesting that if I get through the wire… and case everything out there… and don’t get picked up… to turn myself in and get thrown back in the cooler for a couple of months so you can get the information you need?” Answer: The Great Escape, 1963. Winner: thenarrator.
    A Coward’s Tribute to Margaret Hassan
    by Tom Nagy
    I am nothing more than a timid college professor, but the likely murder of Margaret Hassan compels me to respond to her honesty, hospitality and ultimate sacrifice with my own painful, but ultimately hopeful tribute. (Rest of article here.)
    End of Day: 9:00 pm
    + = Feels so good to keep feeding the birds and squirrels as the weather gets colder and colder.
    - = Circuit City has the crappiest salespeople.

Comments (8)

  • Great Escape!
    A perfect deep thought
    dazzling poetry here today and a great link, now I need to retreat and catch up, but that may not be til tomorrow.

  • : )     very nice stuff indeed!!

  • Great Escape it is! One of my favorite movies of all time.

  • Sobering memoriam.  Her friendly smile posted on your site is so different from the video of her terrified pleas.

  • I feel grieved for this loss, especially for all the people she was helping….

  • wow…a beautiful tribute…

  • Beautiful tribute. I morn for her and I morn for the world which will never be the same. Something dreadful has started there.

  • I have been haunted by the senseless murder of Margaret Hassan – she who poured herself out upon the people without violence, she who gave bread not weapons, not death, not war… blessed are the peacemakers, the gentle of spirit, the pure of heart

    words are empty and hollow compared to what I feel and yet they are my only tool and silence is far greater sin, shall we simply throw up our hands without weeping, without mourning, without crying aloud ?

    Mercy

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