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Wednesday, April 25, 1979 THE CLARION page five Feelings They can be surrendered to. . . . . .or subjugated But never escaped!! by Jay Kaiser Hold me... feel my ivfirmlh emhrnee me lifihlly I love \oiir sleiifitli caress me., tourh me tenderly slri>ke me delicately you (ire an artist - snhmerged love me... arouse m >' soul He still - then hoi! overfloiv h\ JiKifm To My Friettd Please, my friend. Be f>alient with my impatience — I do not mean to rush through life, lie my friend. Tolerant of my anger — It irill pass like any storm. Understand, my friend, my fears — Tor I do not. Be sympathetic of my tears — I do not cry often. Respect my silence — Tor it is mine. Share with me. my friend, My joys and hapinness. My moments of triumph and victory They multiply in numbers. Believe in me. he my friend And love me, as I love you. h\ l.illiil'l A Bottalion of wheelchairs guards the entrance, So-much-Flesh-and-bone Waiting for visitors never coming. Beached Jellyfish wishing for a wave. Orderly hoisting vegetables into chairs, Urine sacks of Potatoes sitting. Staring the stare of senility With their ain't-life-abowl-of-cherries smiles. AAust be nice in your second childhood. by Chuck Davis A Hand The world in a palm two hearts in two hands join; a life in a hand great love in a hand. The world in a palm all hearts in two hands join; all lives in a hand great love in a hand. ()V Stephen Mickey Day and Night The sun sets slowly, leaving little height. While everything is silent. In creeps the night. The flowers close their petah. The birds end their song. And down in the little meadow, A lark for morning for morning longs And as the sun comes up. And morning fills the air. The world is awakened From another bad nightmare. by Todd Murphy Beyond To beyond the edge I travel Slowly, yet I will unravel- As I roll. The Place of emptiness is smaller. But eternity is taller- As I roll. As I look back and feel exalted I snag and stop and there am halted Vn til I put away my pride And look unto the empty side- To beyond the edge. I travel Slowly', vet I M’i// unravel 4.S / roll. hy Stephen Mickey Jacqui Poole
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