Tag: poetry
member name: R. M. (Doc) Livingston
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December 15, 2008 01:52 AM EST --
The stress of being a gay person in an environment that says you never come out of the closet was tearing me apart. I have never been a person to hide feelings and now I must...even to those who were . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:15 AM EST --
There were many times when feelings would just overwhelm me. Putting those feelings on paper when I could was the only way I could deal with them. I was hurt by the way I was becoming invisible to some . . .
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November 21, 2008 07:20 PM EST --
There is an old adage that says you have to suffer to write. Most of the time I'll say I don't believe it. However, some of the poetry I write is generated by strife. I was in the prison hospital . . .
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November 21, 2008 07:33 PM EST --
This poem was written for all tribes. I gave it to one of the "Chiefs." For this I was made an Honorary Brave.
Brother Sun - Sister Moon
To sit deep in a forest,
Or out on the desert . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:24 AM EST --
For my Gathered friends, happy holidays!
MY FRIEND
GENTLE HANDS TO HOLD ME TIGHT,
HANDS THAT REACH OUT TO TOUCH ME,
IN THE DARK AND LONELY NIGHT.
SOFT EYES, TO LOOK INTO MINE,
AND TOUCH, WITH . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:31 AM EST --
I finally moved to the Annex for minimum security There is a golf course, rough not cared for and made out of a field. I would walk with Dan V. and watch the birds, particularly the swallows, as . . .
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December 15, 2008 01:58 AM EST --
There was a young man at Shelton we called Little Dan. Dan was not a very big person and looked quite young. He was the butt of many jokes and attracted a lot ribbing due to his size. I could have become . . .
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November 25, 2008 05:33 AM EST --
OLD FRIENDS WHO JUST MET
I was going to copy a poem,
I've written quite a few.
But somehow it wasn't right,
To give a friend like you.
For you are not the same,
As others that I . . .
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November 20, 2008 07:54 AM EST --
When in the prison system one of the first things you learn is "Never ask a man his beef." You never ask why you are doing time. (No one is ever guilty anyway) I guess I was blessed with a trusting . . .
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November 14, 2008 07:48 AM EST --
There are many songs in my head that I have learned over the years. I sang when I was in school and have never lost my love of music. When one is in prison there is little opportunity to sing. The songs . . .
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November 20, 2008 07:38 AM EST --
While In Shelton the young man in the cell next to me tried his hand at writing poetry. He would write a verse or two then pass it around to me for critique. I wanted to encourage his writing and finally . . .
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December 04, 2008 09:04 AM EST --
There is a minister in my life that, even though I am not a member of his church, he has expressed support that I may never comprehend. Marshall is a very special person and this poem is my way of telling . . .
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December 05, 2008 09:03 AM EST --
After the personal disaster at the Annex and a 30 day stay 2 house, better known as the "Hole." I was moved into a single cell unit in the main prison and for the first time had my very own . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:10 AM EST --
This is another poem that I have no idea why I wrote it.
NOT THERE
How many times has this happened?
How many times you say you care,
And there 's times that I'm troubled
And some how . . .
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December 02, 2008 07:40 PM EST --
Tanny was a pretty boy. This is not a put down but rather a definition of how he looked. He was tall, very gentle in manner, and looked baby faced. Tanny would walk and talk with me in the yard, literally . . .
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December 05, 2008 08:23 AM EST --
There are many people you meet in a prison that have become so consumed by their fantasy that even you will buy into it. You encourage the imagination to provide a space free from fence and bars. Such . . .
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November 23, 2008 09:23 AM EST --
The route I would take into the city had me cresting a hill with all of Seattle displayed before me. I believe I live in the most beautiful spot on earth.
CITY AT NIGHT
Monolithic towers, . . .
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December 04, 2008 08:58 AM EST --
Butch has a lady friend whom he has known for a long time. He asked me to write a poem for her. This is a request I would get from others all the time and usually I can come up with something. Butch told . . .
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December 14, 2008 06:33 AM EST --
This one is for Evelyn the x-ray tech. She liked it and taped it up on the wall in her lab.
It was fun to write finding rhyming words that fit the meter was a challenge.
My X-rays for You
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December 14, 2008 11:50 AM EST --
.Donald, my first cell-mate was transferred to the main prison and I wondered and worried who I would get for a new cell-mate. It might be a Red necked gang member, or a psychopathic killer. You takes . . .
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