Poems by seadove

[Geoffrey]

lazariuk suggested:
>From the name Seadove may you not imagine that what is being described is a bird flying over a sea and squinting it's eyes a bit as it has a crap and the poop falls into the water containing seeds that will be washed onto the shore to become flowers?


Jack, Soho is the red-light district of London. It's filled to the brim with sex shops, strip clubs, street hookers and porno cinemas. There is no sweet little seagull flying over any waves there, I can guarantee. Seadove, despite the misleading innocent name, is the devil's messenger. If anyone is doing any 'pooping' it's him - and all over us. I'm not having it any more.

Go read it again, he even talks about 'a ride' and his back arching when he has his crisis.

[lazariuk]

Jack, Soho is the red-light district of London. It's filled to the brim with sex shops, strip clubs, street hookers and porno cinemas. There is no sweet little seagull flying over any waves there, I can guarantee. Seadove, despite the misleading innocent name, is the devil's messenger. If anyone is doing any 'pooping' it's him - and all over us. I'm not having it any more.

Go read it again, he even talks about 'a ride' and his back arching when he has his crisis.

Well I certainly don't want to start an argument with you. We will just need to ask him.
Seadove are you describing a place where you have been or are you just having dreams about some place you might never want to go?

[seadove]

I have been to Soho.

Geffory has a dirty mind.

I would never imagine what three poems would do to Geff's tormented soul. Poor fellow. Frankly I don't think he can stand Lennie's songs, if he is so flabagasted with the process of life. Jeff are you sure you are over 18? Someone should have warned me and I would have hoisted other poems. Lol.

And what do you expect me to do now? The darned poems have already been posted. Usually when you don't like something in life you usually use the "ignore" mode and then get on with your life. I would suggest that Geff would look the other way or smell a flower or something. You can't simply go about poking your fingers into people's eyes just because you don't like what ever it is that you don't like.

[tinderella]

he has turned away from his evil ways and is just good now all the time.

'He's old, but he's still into that'.

[Geoffrey]

tinderella wrote:
>He's old, but he's still into that.

actually i don't think he has that weakness any more. i know throughout his life a lot of his energy was used in the pursuit of woman. he could have written hundreds of extra songs if only he had spent more time on his work instead of hunting vagina like a man possessed. but at least he will be leaving behind a taste of what could have been - we do have a few albums. never mind. the main thing is he has put all of that in the past now and is concentrating 100% on painting and doing concerts and stuff.

[tinderella]

Ha, Geoffrey, you made me laugh aloud like the Lion does .... and he said no one talks about sex on this forum! lol.

[lazariuk]

I have been to Soho.

Geffory has a dirty mind.

I would never imagine what three poems would do to Geff's tormented soul. Poor fellow. Frankly I don't think he can stand Lennie's songs, if he is so flabagasted with the process of life. Jeff are you sure you are over 18? Someone should have warned me and I would have hoisted other poems. Lol.

And what do you expect me to do now? The darned poems have already been posted.

You could make some small changes. At first I was a little surprised at geoffrey's concern but now that I have given it more thought I tend to agree with him. This is a small community gathered around the work of someone who is still alive. Now that leonard is a grandparent I tend to think that he would be pleased if this place where he has contributed so much would move toward being the kind of place that he would not be concerned his grandchildren stumbling upon. What do you think? Should an 18 year and older sign be placed on the door?

geoffrey has taken on the burden of trying to provide some guidance for the rest of us and i am sure that Leonard will appreciate it greatly. If I ever stray toward the vulgar in the future i hope that someone points it out.

[seadove]

While the skies embrace you
and the trees bend and face you
the winds call your name
yet we feel the same
ho the birds chirp their song
as we sing along
a mellow tune that rhymes
in our minds
We'll always remember your sublime
nature, character and time.

[lazariuk]

Jack, Soho is the red-light district of London. It's filled to the brim with sex shops, strip clubs, street hookers and porno cinemas. There is no sweet little seagull flying over any waves there, I can guarantee. Seadove, despite the misleading innocent name, is the devil's messenger. If anyone is doing any 'pooping' it's him - and all over us. I'm not having it any more.

hi Geoffrey
I thought I would come and visit this again. I hope that you don't mind.
It reminded of a time when i was young and free to move around to wherever I decided and I had decided to start over. Probably any place is as good as any other to start over but I decided to start over in the worse possible place I could find in Canada. I moved to the corner of Hastings and Caroll in Vancouver and lived in the back of a store there. If any place in Canada is bad it is that corner. Here is something that I wrote in another thread here about something that happened to me during that time.

This made me remember something.
I was in a church once, as far as churches go it was one that I liked, the minister there Reverened Burke in Vancouver would occasionally seem to have a nervous breakdown in front of the congregation taking a position that he was more in need of God's mercy than anyone else.
Anyway this one sunday evening I was sitting close to the door, a position that I personally liked, and I was watching what was going on in the church. What was going on was that the total congregation was very united in praising God and doing so very ferevently and it seemed that a considerable amount of love was flowing between everyone. It made me a little uneasy and I was asking myself if this really was a sign of the power of the spirit in people's lives. What I was thinking about was the people outside of the church and how these same people in the church would behave the next day away from this atmosphere.
The next day I was walking along Hastings street in vancouver on a cold rainy monday morning and I stepped into an Army and Navy discount department store. It was a lousy place to be, no one seemed very happy and the bright neon lights of the store brightly showed how tired and stressed everyone was. It really seemed like people were skeletons covered in tired flesh. I looked into all these tired faces and thought about my questions of the previous evening. Then I thought.
Here - right here amoung all these people so battered and bruised. Here is where I want my church to be. This is where I want to see signs of God's loving kindness. This is where I want to see joy shinning.
I stood there thinking that this was my prayer that this be the Holy Place.
Just at that moment someone in the store decided to turn on the sound system and a song came on on the store's speakers. The song began with the words:

On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above (sign from above)
On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove)

When troubles surround us, when evils come
The body grows weak (body grows weak)
The spirit grows numb (spirit grows numb)
When these things beset us, He doesn't forget us
He sends down His love (sends down His love)
On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove)

Needless to say I felt a little thrill of the mysterious, of some kind of an answer to prayer in my life but more than anything else it gave me such a feeling of poverty as to knowing what I can do.
What good is a sign if you can't feel that you are partaking of the substance? I guess I tried in my little way by looking gently and compassionatly into whatever eyes met mine at the time but the sign that I wasn't given was a sign that my life was in any way a blessing to those around me. Pretty selfish on my part eh?
That experience did push me toward the direction of wondering what the Hasid meant about making the everyday holy.

I mean it was just a silly song on a music system but it certainly didn't feel like bird poop. It wasn't SoHo but it sure wasn't the other end of the city. Then again, maybe it was the other end of the city as the people shopping there seemed more like the victims of those kind of places than enjoyers of it. There seems to be such a fine line between these things. Its good that we all have each other to help walk the line.

[Joney]

ho ho ho ho

Father Christmas or a Rapper?

[seadove]

ho ho ho ho

Father Christmas or a Rapper?

It is part of that scandalous sentence and is meant as indulging in mischief.

[lazariuk]

It is part of that scandalous sentence and is meant as indulging in mischief.

How would you like to walk a few steps in these moccasins?

How would you like to be the one speaking about little tunes and little fishes and have people who know nothing laugh at you and mock you and test their sarcasm on you?

Do you think it is any fun?

Well it is. It is a lot of fun. For me it is the 4th time around and even though life is hard if I am careful and play the cards I am dealt well; this time I get it all.

[seadove]

It is part of that scandalous sentence and is meant as indulging in mischief.

How would you like to walk a few steps in these moccasins?

How would you like to be the one speaking about little tunes and little fishes and have people who know nothing laugh at you and mock you and test their sarcasm on you?

Do you think it is any fun?

Well it is. It is a lot of fun. For me it is the 4th time around and even though life is hard if I am careful and play the cards I am dealt well; this time I get it all.

It's all art, you know. That does not mean I went the ho ho ho.

[lazariuk]

It's all art, you know. That does not mean I went the ho ho ho.

I don't know all the reasons why anyone does anything but I am always sure that they have them. I just wanted to write what I wrote. I had a little burst of joy this morning.
Happy Canada Day

[Joney]

lazariuk I wasn't being sarcastic. When I saw those words I immediately thought of Father Christmas and then given the nature of the poem and Soho in London I thought of Rap. It did make me laugh though, which is at least a reaction and one that I thought seadove may have intended although now that I think that about it this probably wasn't the case.

Yeah, walk a mile in my shoes too please.

I am reminded why I don't post so much on this forum.