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Posted: 9/11/2009 10:18:31 PM | Suspend the wonder, step right up.
Have a seat and grab a cup.
A cup of honey - the knife is not steel.
The little people favor bronze... steel is too cold.
Cold down to their bones. The fluttering wings
Speak of dead civilizations and forbidden things.
Within all the beauty, and the sparkling delight,
lie souls black as death, eyes dark as night.
They dance and play, they cavort around, they make funny
faces
And laughing, fall to the ground.
Just remember one thing, if all else you forget.
Do NOT eat their food, and no blood should you let.
Avoid the mounds at all costs - travel the paths you know.
The sweetest honey in the world, is not worth going below.
The Hill.
A warning this is, for all travelers who see
The mounds or the fairy circles, and feel a breeze.
Some may scoff, some may laugh, some may call it quite mad,
to fear.
But on a dark moonless night, remember these words,
When the weyrd lights appear. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2009 5:01:15 AM | So I wonder if maybe I can just forget long enough to remember exactly what it was that drove me to silence.
My fingers are too fast for my own good, so is my tongue.
I spill out into the night, mindless wonderings, things you shouldn't "say" outloud, more or less on the internet, and I don't really give a shit.
Because perhaps I adore the one right, we seem to have, as long as, our opinions do not differ from the norm...
Speaking freely, quarreling briefly over issues we've no hope of resolving in my lifetime.
Still haven't percolated the passion needed to spur me just a few more hours... will I be able to absorb even one more level of this and that...
Should I just take yet another bath, scrub and shave away the embers of careless thoughts I know I'll regret.
I live to set myself up for failure for the rush of pulling it off gets me hotter than the satisfaction of completion... when it's over, what else can I do>?
So the bell chimes, that I lament and depend on... to remind me just how late I am, or better yet, when the class will end and i can return to my calloused home. Stare at the madness and ache to roam... into the night with no one by my side, and a horse of every color pulling the wagon, as i trek to beauty beyond my wildest dreams... sleep is not necessary, I dream all day. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 12:47:27 PM | oh my...have been without internet most of the weekend...thought i responded the other day but probably forgot to hit 'send'!
anyway, sarah i enjoy reading your words...often you twist and turn and leave me thinking...thank you for sharing your words here ((hug))
8sf8...oh...don't get hung up with the american haiku syllabic structure...i personally enjoy saying a lot in a few words...not worrying about the 5-7-5 ...but that is the space i'm in...actually, have been moving..not writing...should be inspired soon...anyway, you make me smile! | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 2:20:49 PM | thanks rosie... here's another flight
surely she's faking it
no man has ever
brought that out of me
or maybe I can't remember
but, anyways
have I always been hung up
afraid to see the truth
why must these feelings haunt my decisions
I've no craving for my youth
a fun game
turns into cruel consequences
and as I dance in the night
I know the feelings remain... mindless kiss
that turned into much more
than either could handle
as I scramble for the door
I wonder if I'm able
to swallow one more ounce
as I drift and seek my justice
as I wonder what's in store
I see there's no room for innocence
only dirty minds
able to play
a sick game
constructed to fray
my edges
as I crave
for one more moment
within his arms
And I float
for I have never
screamed that way
at least not that I can remember
perhaps on another day. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 10:23:28 PM | US Grade A Fancy?
today just lost
no rhyme no thought
no wings no flight
fancy that but not
jupiter kisses the west
and rise the winter stars
and blest the milky way
with tapestries of
olden stories interweaved
the hunter fills the sky
red light his shoulder
blue his foot and why
his steps shine bright but colder?
the bull with star tipped
horns protects the ladies
flying at his back
and so sing out pleiades .
and sailors beg a prayer
from lords thta fill our sails
kind patrons o geminii fare
blew guidance without fail.
and so just lost
no wind no flight
red wine no thought
but starry night | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 9/16/2009 10:26:31 AM | Margarine of Myths
I don’t believe in myths,
those stories that shape suspicions
like the lore of leprechauns
in the Irish countryside.
But I saw a clove of magic
6000 miles away
at a swap meet in California.
Glassware,
in a full spectrum of color,
dished up sunlight
and served it to the sky.
Others have searched for ends of rainbows,
but I found one here;
there was no pot of gold--
only rows of antique glass
on a table, for sale. | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 1:13:12 AM | Candle Light Encounters
It’s an old game we play,
these dinner follies,
side dishes of marriage
where signals cross in shadows.
But with the singe of a match,
you’re grounded. Like a flamingo
without flight, fluttering
to attract attention, you fan
your feathers, mimicking
the lift that will never be,
and led by a wisp of heat
which has already found its tendril form.
If I look hard enough,
I see eyes shimmering,
and mine breathes yours,
until the puff that passes between us
turns your head
to the smoke that remains
unfollowed. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 9/17/2009 3:49:48 PM | it's such a delight to be gone for a few days and find such treasures!!!
sarah...i LOVE it when you soar~gracias mi amiga...
luri...i so am there...you make me smile...
duck!!...WELCOME!! ..your lyrical words delight...hope you stop by often....
inicia..yes...i agree!!!
your words
spin & grin
thru out my mind
in rhyme and not
i want to dance and twirl
like the little girl inside of me
such delight sings me songs
of beauty and grace
in this place...thank you | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 5:11:52 PM | The glow of my computer,
Loses my eyes in the glow of creativity
A white washed scene of potential, of thoughts
Wondering and wandering through landscapes of
The mind.
I wonder what will come from my fingertips - tools
Of creation.
Power in the guise of letters and thought.
Power in the ability to transfer ideas
Power in the ability to convey new ideas to
Another mind.
What is this power called? Why does it visit me
At the strangest times - the strangest hour?
I have to let it out. Words spewing onto a backlit screen
Intellectual urine.
Such is muse. | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 8:22:51 PM | Sitting in a critical sauna of loneliness, I sweat balls of sweat.
My bath towel learned its fate, wiping my big balls of sweat.
The man, a poet, had too much to say about poetry,
so I finger pulled his mouth, and inserted my balls of sweat.
An unnerving crit or selective knit or poetic twit could never
hurt me--or give as much pleasure as my sensitive balls of sweat.
A postcard of my poetry displayed brightly in a local store.
I purchased it at a discount, and pinned it to my balls of sweat.
I soak in the bathtub of inspiration, and stroke my poetic rod.
I listen for sounds of bubbles spinning, and then my balls of sweat.
Mulling for weeks my draft for more than a draft
I slipped on an idea, or was it a puddle, from my balls of sweat.
The theorists were wrong, the poetic universe was incomplete.
So I, Duck!!, hurled into the sky my poetic balls of sweat. | |
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Posted: 9/19/2009 6:02:48 AM | golden showers enlightens my heart darkens soul
Wondering...Wandering
is this love
or
just my imagination
once again
?
.............,
Sweet smell
Of cedar
Intoxicates the sauna
Melting my mind to another place and time
Under a tree
Floating in the breeze
Out to sea
Yearning for you | |
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Posted: 9/19/2009 11:15:54 PM | lost my marbles to dale
all the ones i won from
three years of cheating 
the reflection is fleeting...
now...lapis beads become
blueberries, blue very like
nautical twilight brings
and malachite elipses green
leaves warmed by copper
in my hand...pliers in the other...
twisted...the wire....maybe me. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 6:56:57 AM | Cruel Irony
Ocean loves sky, sky loves ocean.
But the only thing these lovers share
is, in fact, that which divides them. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 12:56:30 PM | Unlike fools who believe their capacity
To distinguish between fact and fantasy
Is beyond reproach
The enlightened soul
Thinks much on the subject
And if the substance is marked by honesty
A willingness to expose the vulnerable underbelly
All humans possess
Probability falls on the side
Of reality
Obstinately blind to a forest of red flags
We’ve all imposed fiction at some point
But this doesn’t mean it's necessarily so
Sometimes the intangible harbours a truth
Hard surfaces only reflect
In the final analysis
And the words of an authentic poet
“Blue is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion?” | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 12:59:13 PM | ahh...the moody blues
speaking such truth
bringing back two concerts
from my youth
wow....this is an amazing page of poetry...as the last one was also....
thank you rosie and all who share their writing spirit here. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2009 2:22:47 PM | september 21, 2009
firehouse cafe
haiku poets
first draft, haibun with senryu sequence
..... don vanvalkenburgh
for an hour or so i climb a steep trail through a fir forest to a meadow on a cliff high above rosario strait. waiting for me are some wrens, the autumn sun and an easy sea wind.
wrens
a score of them
weave
a basket of air
around me
while i nap.
i doze
resting
against
a simple rock wall.
we are all
warm.
bees
touch
the flowers
and my fingers.
my breath
is easy
as the sea.
far below us,
the jade sea
is breathing.
seiners
rise and fall,
rise and fall.
we are gathered
in the basket of life.
fragrances
of brown grasses
and sea. | |
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Posted: 9/23/2009 6:53:47 PM | Am sitting on a plane on the way to arizona…excited to spend some time in the autumnal desert….thank you all for sharing your thoughts and wonders here…
Ahhh don…simply beautiful…so like you!!
Thank you for sharing your words with us…
We….always a delight when you stop by…
Chomskian… noam is going to be in my neck of the woods in a couple of weeks…oh, I’m going to try and hear his genius spoken directly from his lips!! ….thanks for stopping by dear friend…you ALWAYS make me think!.....wonderful to see you…
f’musican…welcome…hope you come by often…
luri…your words are sooo creative…just like you…thank you…
and…8sf8…it IS meant as a compliment | |
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Posted: 9/23/2009 6:55:14 PM | he gives me direction
(how do you want to spend the rest of your life?)
and Jung
(value your inner life)
he showed me the door
(but you have to walk thru it….
alone)
i am blessed
with his
honesty
and
unconditional love
(with no expectations
thank you very much)
i am grateful
for my mentor
he is teaching me
life is
this moment
this breath
i think of he
and you
and me
and you
and he
and she
breathing in
deeply
i exhale
with a smile
knowing
life is Beautiful
(thank you
for loving me
and
everyone
unconditionally
because of
you
i KNOW
what i have been
searching for…
thank you
and i love you
unconditionally
forever) | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 9/23/2009 7:01:20 PM | why
do i
t
r
y
to make it
~a~l~l~
......better........
(for him)
finding myself
in distraction
not taking care of
my life
once again
now that IS a sin
i 'll 'do' my pennants
then breathe deeply
and get on with
the discovery of
my life
a
l
o
n
e
(deeply
peacefully
beautifully
.......at last) | |
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