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Thanks for your reply.
I saw the article in the trib: my, you’re good looking!
I’ll try to attach a poem I wrote last weekend.
Blessings to you and your friends! alan
Pride for prayers they never get to hear
The kindnesses you gave me decades or weeks ago,
I’m treasuring them now. You dear.
Tho I can’t tap out emails, I send thoughts of thanks that you cannot hear.
35 years of treatment, & the old boy still does have the blues.
Today he’s feeling better in his head, wondering what it was the Isley Brothers said.
When you’re down & feel like giving up, it’s the pride.
When you’re sick, maybe on the street, it’s the pride.
It’s the pride that keeps you goin on. It’s the pride.
71 years alive, your children sometimes feel like a weight
you can’t hold.
Yet you cough up what support you can, tho you’re old.
You honor yourself anyway, loving them less than perfectly.
Or you hit the brain stroke
and can only gesture with an eyelid, so much work.
It’s the pride one afternoon makes you go for broke ,
and blink like a child.
When your loved one, and loved ones died it’s the pride.
It’s the pride polishes your memories, inside today,
that carries them tomorrow.
And when your pride evaporates to thin and gone, it’s the pride.
It’s the worth of your love starts you on again, from a hollow emptiness.
Could be before you expire, you’ll give
one last caring gasp of fire.
It will be the pride,
a value for the love of what’s outside you,
still occasionally scraping itself, still popping itself up
from the momentary ego that you were.
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Alan, all i can say to your great poem is EXACTLY!
would you like to be on my email community, THE E-SALON?
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
for your kind words, Alan. I think Of the fliers as the first ring of a performance. Glad to hear they work!
I am recovering from two months in the hospital. So I don’t know when the next performance will be. Keep a lookout!
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
Hi Frankie,
Louise called that very moment 🙂
Indeed magical!!
Heaps of hugs to everyone,
Paul
“Governor’s cuts to In-Home Supportive Services affects East Bay disabled community”
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
(Linda wrote:)
Hi Doug,
The article on Sunday in the Contra Costa Times was great!
We love the photos of us!
Lula Chapman commented on your note “your assignment”:
“uhhh, how do i do that?”
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I am back!
either post your videos on the universal underground video bank on facebook or send the racy videos directly to me .
Frank Moore
Inter-Relations
P.O. Box 11445
Berkeley, CA 94712
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
I just made a donation, too – thanks for giving Outsight Radio Hours a home on LUVeR.com
…I looked into making some purchases to support things and have some visible signs of support about when I saw the store is offline?
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The donation will help! Thanks!
the catalog is still up, even though the store isn’t. So you can still buy what you want!
http://www.eroplay.com/VOP/catalog.html
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
yesterday Ann Cohen came over to do a very magical concert of Songs and poems. Some of the poems were by her late husband, Allen… a major alternative cultural figure of the sixies [the force behind the San Francisco underground paper THE ORACLE and the organizer of THE BE- IN [trying to bring the San Francisco hippies and the Berkeley political activists together].
Ann is a force herself… playing her hand made harp as we talked, making up Songs jamming with what we were saying.
we were kids in ann’s school for tots.
When we were talking about Louise Scott [who opened everything up for me forty years ago], Louise called right then. magic.
In Freedom,
Frank Moore
today is a sad day here. We have to say Good-by to Kittee, our twenty year old Siamese cat . He waited until we got back home from hospital. He spent the last weeks on my lap night and day … Very demanding.
Even when he couldn’t hardly walk, he climbed aboard.
[hours later]
they brought his body back home to be put in our back yard with the other two. He has gone to the vet’s almost every day for fluids for over a year. He established relationships with every person there [they would talk to him, not to us]. So he went to sleep among his adoring fans as well as Linda and mikee. What a way to go.
In Freedom,
Frank Moore