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The poem was based upon a

Oxy Mora — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:49:30 +0000

In reply to That Girl speaks the word.

The poem was based upon a story I read about a family in Kentucky.

And thanks for your

Oxy Mora — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 16:22:41 +0000

In reply to Brilliant! Lovely. Thanks.

And thanks for your participation, reporting and fine writing on the Occupy movement. Whatever else happens I think OWS objectified the 1% in an indelible way which has made the "1% " commonplace terminology in the populace and punditry---no small achievement.

Brilliant! Lovely. Thanks.

synchronicity — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 15:17:47 +0000

In reply to That Girl speaks the word.

Brilliant! Lovely. Thanks.

Thanks again for your

Oxy Mora — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 14:47:33 +0000

In reply to Oh that's okay. The other day

Thanks again for your insightful comments, based on which I took the last line to the limit and switched around the title.

Thanks, Richard. My Dad was

Oxy Mora — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 19:22:35 +0000

In reply to Oh that's okay. The other day

Thanks, Richard. My Dad was born in E. Ky. and when I was a boy we would cross the "Ohia Ocean" and go visit the "kin". Some of the images have stayed with me a life time.

Oh that's okay. The other day

Richard Day — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 19:02:04 +0000

In reply to That Girl speaks the word.

Oh that's okay.

The other day I posted a Peace On Earth Blog at some Aryan Militia site. hahahahaha

By the way they let you delete it and then post it a creative. But who cares. We are running a little thin here anyway!

I would very much like to render unto you the Dayly Poem of the Day Award for this here Dagblog Site, given to all of you from all of me however.

The cabin in the woods metaphor was no mere metaphor to me since I spent a couple years in one as a child.

I actually visited a one room cabin up thisaways a few years ago and I swear to Almighty God that the owner of this castle was a skinner--I mean he hunted fox and wolves and bears and skinned them in this ice box with a fireplace. The stench was horrific. He was on the outs with his kin. His land bordered his kin's land.

No running water, no electricity...

This guy rarely heard words spoken!

Any rate, God why hast thou done this to me? I mean what a line!

I have written oftimes of the hermit in the woods as contrasted from the hermit in the midst of the wood. Ulysses found another avenue for removing himself from the rest of humanity where there were few or even no voices:

Actually meant this to go

Oxy Mora — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 16:42:21 +0000

In reply to That Girl speaks the word.

Actually meant this to go into the Creative Corner. Thanks. (I'm challenged)