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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
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    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2019-12-23T01:50:04Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:983724</id>
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    <title>Poem - Pondering at the End</title>
    <published>2019-12-23T01:50:04Z</published>
    <updated>2019-12-23T01:50:04Z</updated>
    <category term="doom"/>
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    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">The poem &amp;ldquo;Pondering at the End&amp;rdquo; was inspired by a photo that had a green CRT monitor repeating the phrase &amp;ldquo;what have you done?&amp;rdquo; for the length of the screen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering at the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What have you done?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;the ending sentence for a world&lt;br /&gt;demanding answers never heard&lt;br /&gt;when final doom was the last word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the echoes of the thunderclaps&lt;br /&gt;reverberation of the dead&lt;br /&gt;provides the tempo for the song&lt;br /&gt;describing how things went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard by nobody of sound mind&lt;br /&gt;or any mortals if truth be told&lt;br /&gt;while this verity is on center stage&lt;br /&gt;the audience is not there to clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless the ghosts are contrived&lt;br /&gt;to be witnesses to the crime&lt;br /&gt;what was done will always be&lt;br /&gt;pondering at the end of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191222.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=983724" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:683096</id>
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    <title>Poem - Celebration</title>
    <published>2016-11-23T13:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2016-11-23T13:48:49Z</updated>
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    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">A poetry challenge asked for a poem focusing on the final thoughts of someone who died in Pompeii.   I took this on with a poem about a fateful birthday, the last for the inhabitant of the doomed town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration hung in the air&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the last for this one&lt;br /&gt;replaced by ash drifting down&lt;br /&gt;from sky's embrace of fiery doom&lt;br /&gt;the sun had turned round again&lt;br /&gt;in same place as my birth&lt;br /&gt;now hidden behind the gloom&lt;br /&gt;lost from sight by mountain plumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the gods had shown their grace&lt;br /&gt;in comfort felt and wealth embraced&lt;br /&gt;with incense offered in glad thanks&lt;br /&gt;for blessings found until this day&lt;br /&gt;now the soot mocks twisting pleas&lt;br /&gt;from same incense pressed to ask&lt;br /&gt;for the mercies none shall have&lt;br /&gt;as benefits are turned to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this house I was born&lt;br /&gt;cloistered rooms kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;mighty walls to keep the wolf&lt;br /&gt;at bay when moon was on the hook&lt;br /&gt;no longer cover for the child&lt;br /&gt;grown to nearly move along&lt;br /&gt;to a place beyond safeguards&lt;br /&gt;instead the ground will be my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheers are mute as ground rumbles&lt;br /&gt;robbed from ear by blasting noise&lt;br /&gt;happy wishes have fled from voice&lt;br /&gt;to be replaced by mountain's roar&lt;br /&gt;these last sounds were my world&lt;br /&gt;as light retreated in front of fire&lt;br /&gt;by lava's march to party's stop&lt;br /&gt;this birthday party will be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=683096" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:433120</id>
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    <title>Dark Ball of Ice</title>
    <published>2014-07-05T16:57:45Z</published>
    <updated>2014-07-05T16:57:45Z</updated>
    <category term="propoganda"/>
    <category term="doom"/>
    <category term="doomsayer"/>
    <dw:mood>amused</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">Of propagandist doomsayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Isn't it sad how some people's grasp on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ndash; Calvin and Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds terribly reasonable, until you know the context.&amp;nbsp; Calvin thought the September weather was leading to the earth becoming a dark and lifeless ball of ice.&amp;nbsp; His father told him that it's colder because the hemisphere is titled away from the sun.&amp;nbsp; PHHHTTT.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is much more fun to believe the lifeless ball of ice theory, even if the consequences would be very dire if it were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=433120" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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