My boyfriend’s a physicist - he finds the universe interesting.
Imagine yourself in Paris, where ordinary evenings can feel cinematic. Maybe it’s the staging of the luminous moon, the warm, flattering glow of gas streetlights, the low architecture that accents the sky - or the wine but there’s a collusion that meshes with the city’s origin myth of romance.
Anyway, you’re dressed to the nines, wearing later-surprise underwear and he’s talking about ‘neural convolutional networks (AI).’
They recognize and filter nebular contamination (whatever THAT is).
Who knew?
You could fill a library with what I don’t know - apparently.
He’s so cute with his smartyness.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a tale of tragic passion.
A little expressive affection will bring him into my lusty orbit.
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Songs for this:
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
Inside and Out by Feist
Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
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Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
Sugar was my very first pup,
With floppy ears and a tail stuck up.
Eyes so wide, full of delight,
Chasing sunbeams morning to night.
We ran through fields, just her and me,
Barking at clouds, wild and free.
She’d dig up secrets in the yard,
Then zoom around, a tiny guard.
She loved the breeze, the muddy streams,
And napping deep in dandelion dreams.
A heart so big, her joy so loud,
My best friend—I was so proud.
Through woods we wandered, side by side,
She'd sniff the trails where squirrels would hide.
Every stick was treasure found,
Every puddle her stomping ground.
But more than all the fun and play,
Was how she loved me every day.
Her warm little body curled in bed,
Her soft sighs near my sleepy head.
Sugar, my first, my brave little soul,
Filled the cracks, made my young heart whole.
An adventure, a gift, wrapped in fur—
A lifetime of love, because of her.
Dear inconnu
If I must be enthralled by something
I saw it to be you
I'm enmeshed in the prism
your song of solipsism
I need your protein
I want your feist
I crave your grand cru
what shall I do
It's stress I guess
supernatural king
with your burning ring
your canvas occurs
in my nightly pictures
a rock replaced my soul
which you now control
I gawk into your pupils
and it captured my will
I lay in the perfume of your memory
dear Inconnu, where is your key?
Hear yee Hear the among a willow tree with a stinging bee here living in the country without a living mind while sitting in my blind waiting to find a deer while drinking root beer when I blast a deer I have another sip of root beer while walking backto the house I see a field mouse while at home I skin the deer and cook the meat and have a large feist
Roaming Tiger
Tiger Roaming In The Night
Your Heart Your Eye's They Burn So Bright
I Dare Not Touch You , I Dare Not Try
For If I Do I'll Surely Die.
Pamela Feist
today my darling we were in flight
somewhere in rome
we flew through the night
all our faces cover we couldn't see
i however invisioned your lovely face
when the covers were removed
the silence sounded my soul grooved
this place of peace the breeze of feist
we were led to mary's bed
the mother of christ
written Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven
Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends
Tribute To
Karen Feist's
Family And Friends
{RIP}
Mother of four
Grandmother to five
Married to Alan
To heaven she'll arrive
With the Philadelphia's Eagles
They will fly her so high
To heavens door
But there will be no goodbye
For with the Angels she'll write
As they read her poems
Inspiration she leaves
In her Poetry Soup home
I never knew you Karen
But in my heart i could tell
A loving family mam
In one word, excelled
In memory of Karen Feist, we will miss you
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“Ole Brownie”
The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,
With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their dogs,
Now my dog Brownie,
Meanest hog dog in pope county,
A sight to see,
Even growls at me,
A heinz fifty seven,
Comes number seven of the eleven,
Impossible to see,
His pedigree,
Though no pedigree,
Visibly plain to see,
He was the dog for me,
By my shout of glee,
When he was given to me,
He was a handsome dog,
Though he loved to hog,
Part red bone hound,
Mixed with feist clown,
Would fight anything around,
Twas very plain he wasn’t a coward,
With teeth bared,
Who’s hoss or boss,
At any cost,
Often declared,
When disputes were aired,
Ain’t no fibbing,
Ears torn to ribbons,
His ears` he had sacrifices,
To his scrapping vice,
Anyhow, to finish my story,
Bout my dog of glory, ©.( “Razorback Hog Hunt”)
9-27-09 [email protected]
Stopped at home just to pick it up
Whatever it was, the forgetter forgot
Instead, started rooting in desk drawers,
So old. Each treasure was boxed in original gold
The guilt went away as I put it all back.
Nineteen - twenty, and thirty, and forty, in fact,
In better condition than most of my crap
But who is it for? The owners are dead.
The sons and the daughters don't know what was said.
I'm guessing the place that it all wants to go
Is on to TV Land, to the Antiques Road Show!
Copyright ©2008 Karen M Feist-Berg
Big beautiful eyes that capture my heart
Dark brown like her mothers
Can't tell them apart
She talks up a storm of baby word sounds
And we all repeat them, astonished and proud
Her birthday is coming it's gonna be swell
Her parents are acting like children as well
They argue and fight and put her through hell
They think it won't damage her
She's too young to tell
That mommy and daddy don't fit like a glove
And she'll grow up and pick out the same man
to love. They'll fight and they'll argue in
front of their child and they won't
understand how now they're reviled.
It started way back before she was one; so please stop
the cycle and look what you've done. You're
repeating mistakes that your parents have
made. No turning the clock back the bed has
been made. Another generation is sleeping in it.
Copyright ©2000 Karen M Feist
Mom and Dad, they took the blame
Weekends away were not the same
Afraid to leave because he might
Do something awful when not in sight
He started acting the week before
Just like himself, depressed no more
And so they left, a bit concerned
The phone call came and then they learned
Their son had planned to take his life
Three times he tried - no kids, no wife
This time he did it. He hung himself
His lifeless body, the belt, the shelf
The empty room where once he slept
The bed is made, his things they kept
The house was never quite the same
A sadness lived around his name
As years slipped by we hid the pain
But Mommy died. She took the blame
A cancer launched the main assault
But it wasn't her fault It was nobody's fault.
Copyright ©2001 Karen M Feist
You work so hard, seven days a week
Our lives are separate. They have to be.
You're up in the morning and out by five
I'm just coming in and barely alive
I want to be with you but there's never the time
So I just have to miss you, pretend that I'm fine
I remember way back when you just couldn't wait
To get home and see me just like a date
Romance and passion were all that we knew
I cared what I looked like and dressed up for you
Well, at least I put make up on...what did you do?
Ooops there I go, the unconscious slip
This poem of love just turned into shi
My hidden agenda, the anger and hate
Projected on you like something I ate
That wouldn't stay down, digest and vacate
The vicious vindictiveness of love vs hate
We're arguing again because you took the bait
Karen M Feist
In all my years I've never been
So sad to see the likes of him
My little boy, now 6 feet tall
Smokes pot and drinks
And that ain't all...
His anger lurks and waits for me
To raise my voice, to set it free.
I beg and plead
Please stop please think...
A broken glass lands in the sink.
The front door slams, he's gone again.
Tonight I'll drive til dawn and then
I'll pray and cry for his return
Go back to bed, no lesson learned.
Extorted cash, no money earned.
His life is going down the drain
My guilt enables endless pain.
We go to court just like before
The "L A Lawyer" gets one more.
Case dismissed.
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© 2001 Karen Feist
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