THE POETBIRD'S HOUSE

THE POETBIRD'S HOUSE

Brotherhood Of Poets Webring

I'm Not Gray...But I am a Poet and Singer of Songs
and Follower of Florence Nightengale
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
As a young girl, they said
it is too bold
too evil
to think of
the forbidden:
the Things of the Flesh
All I want to know
is why
I asked
I know what they do
But why do people
want to do
IT
You're too young to know
my mother said
I am going to tell you
what my mother told me:
Never let a boy
put his hand
in your pants
she said
Why would he want
to do THAT
I asked
You don't need to knowwhy
she said
You only need to do
what I say.....
Five years later
at the drive-in movie
Pookie and I were not
watching the movie
French kissing
accompanied by
exhilarating
physical sensations
with much
heavy breathing
and steamy car windows
His hand slipped ever so
surreptitiously Up
my outer thigh
and the lightbulb blinked on
as my passion sadly
turned off.

by Eleanor Gray-Coe

My name is Eleanor and I currently live in California, USA
I have lived many Places,
have you ???
I would like to share my writings~~ideas~~thoughts~~
with you...
Maybe you would share yours
with me and we could become friends.

ASSAULT

The senses
the body
the heart
the mind
the will
the self...
esteem
confidence
hope
laughter
joy
exhuberance
plans
dreams...
of goals
of success
of achievement

denegrated
deferred
dulled
diminished
denied
dismissed

by an assault

by Eleanor Gray-Coe on May 4,1998 (last year)

THE POETBIRD'S HOUSE

THE POETBIRD'S HOUSE

I'm Not Gray...But I am a Poet and Singer of Songs
and Follower of Florence Nightengale
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
As a young girl, they said
it is too bold
too evil
to think of
the forbidden:
the Things of the Flesh
All I want to know
is why
I asked
I know what they do
But why do people
want to do
IT
You're too young to know
my mother said
I am going to tell you
what my mother told me:
Never let a boy
put his hand
in your pants
she said
Why would he want
to do THAT
I asked
You don't need to knowwhy
she said
You only need to do
what I say.....
Five years later
at the drive-in movie
Pookie and I were not
watching the movie
French kissing
accompanied by
exhilarating
physical sensations
with much
heavy breathing
and steamy car windows
His hand slipped ever so
surreptitiously Up
my outer thigh
and the lightbulb blinked on
as my passion sadly
turned off.
by Eleanor Gray-Coe

My name is Eleanor and I currently live in California, USA
I have lived many Places,
have you ???
I would like to share my writings~~ideas~~thoughts~~
with you...
Maybe you would share yours
with me and we could become friends.

ASSAULT

The senses
the body
the heart
the mind
the will
the self...
esteem
confidence
hope
laughter
joy
exhuberance
plans
dreams...
of goals
of success
of achievement

denegrated
deferred
dulled
diminished
denied
dismissed

by an assault

by Eleanor Gray-Coe on May 4,1998 (last year)

MOJAVE DESERT CHILD
Memories of Yermo 1950

We played inside the Dempster Dumpster
ignoring the pungent smell of rotted food and drink,
and waved away the stinging flies
Is there a hidden treasure here today?

The sun was so hot,
the black tar encircling
the cement slabs at our feet
became the best chewing gum in the world.
Our jaws ached with the effort needed
to masticate each gritty mouthful of fossil fuel.
Yet, our mouths seemed somehow cleaner when we were done.

Mud pies were such a luxury.
Precious water was stirred into the cracked earth
and we squealed with pleasure as the lifeless dirt
became squishy ooze for our fingers.
But the best part of all was licking
the dried, salty mud from underneath our fingernails
when the pies returned to baked desert dirt.

I did not know that green was a color to be cherished;
that elsewhere the leaves of shrubs and floweres
sparkled with Joy to see the daily sunlight.
We only knew dull brown and matte green
and ripples of heat rising from the road
where we walked during each greenless day.

copyright Eleanor Gray-Coe 1997

TODAY'S POEM
Syncronous Stares
A glance, a thought, a stare
without thought or intent
inadvertently heats up the chasm
between the two sentient beings
and offers up a toast of greeting
An invisible link is made
and time stops
as the recipient, startled,
turns his head in the direction
of the heat source in bewilderment
The woman promptly feigns ignorance and innocence
as she darts her eyes
away from the object of her scrutiny
and quietly shakes her head in wonder
at a cosmos where thought
manifests such power
copyright Eleanor Gray-Coe

I AM NOTHING BUT ECLECTIC FROM HEAD TO TOE
or am I just fickle ?

My interests:
Art
Books/Magazines
Comedy
Computer Stuff
Dancing
Fantasy/Role Playing
Fashion
Feminism/Women's Issues
Geneology
History
Irish Culture
Movies/TV
Music: Classical and Opera: Mozart & Puccini & Anyone Baroque
Music: Folk: Joan Baez & Judy Collins& Enya et al
Music: Rock:Aerosmith & Madonna & REM & Elton & George-Michael
Music: Show tunes/Musical Comedies: Oscar & Hammerstein;Lerner & Lowe; Gershwin et al,
Natural Sciences: Nursing, Medical, Surgical, Research
News/Current Events
Paranormal: Psychic; Supernatural; Spiritual
Pets/Animals
Philosophy
Photography
Religion
Science Fiction: Star Trek
HomeOffice
Socialising
Travel
Web Publishing/Design

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TODAY'S POEM
Syncronous Stares
A glance, a thought, a stare
without thought or intent
inadvertently heats up the chasm
between the two sentient beings
and offers up a toast of greeting
An invisible link is made
and time stops
as the recipient, startled,
turns his head in the direction
of the heat source in bewilderment
The woman promptly feigns ignorance and innocence
as she darts her eyes
away from the object of her scrutiny
and quietly shakes her head in wonder
at a cosmos where thought
manifests such power

copyright Eleanor Gray-Coe

MOJAVE DESERT CHILD
Memories of Yermo 1950

We played inside the Dempster Dumpster
ignoring the pungent smell of rotted food and drink,
and waved away the stinging flies
Is there a hidden treasure here today?

The sun was so hot,
the black tar encircling
the cement slabs at our feet
became the best chewing gum in the world.
Our jaws ached with the effort needed
to masticate each gritty mouthful of fossil fuel.
Yet, our mouths seemed somehow cleaner when we were done.

Mud pies were such a luxury.
Precious water was stirred into the cracked earth
and we squealed with pleasure as the lifeless dirt
became squishy ooze for our fingers.
But the best part of all was licking
the dried, salty mud from underneath our fingernails
when the pies returned to baked desert dirt.

I did not know that green was a color to be cherished;
that elsewhere the leaves of shrubs and floweres
sparkled with Joy to see the daily sunlight.
We only knew dull brown and matte green
and ripples of heat rising from the road
where we walked during each greenless day.

copyright Eleanor Gray-Coe 1997

I AM NOTHING BUT ECLECTIC FROM HEAD TO TOE

or am I just fickle ?

My interests:
Art
Books/Magazines
Comedy
Computer Stuff
Dancing
Fantasy/Role Playing
Fashion
Feminism/Women's Issues
Geneology
History
Irish Culture
Movies/TV
Music: Classical and Opera: Mozart & Puccini & Anyone Baroque
Music: Folk: Joan Baez & Judy Collins& Enya et al
Music: Rock:Aerosmith & Madonna & REM & Elton & George-Michael
Music: Show tunes/Musical Comedies: Oscar & Hammerstein;Lerner & Lowe; Gershwin et al,
Natural Sciences: Nursing, Medical, Surgical, Research
News/Current Events
Paranormal: Psychic; Supernatural; Spiritual
Pets/Animals
Philosophy
Photography
Religion
Science Fiction: Star Trek
HomeOffice
Socialising
Travel
Web Publishing/Design

Favourite Links

	Logans World He is a Computer Genius, bu t not just because he's my son
	Paris Pages Musee du Louvre What can One Say ?
	Virtual Library Museum Let's Get Cultured !

Email me on:
[email protected]

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