| ....food for thought....or not...help!!
Posted: 11/21/2008 4:07:46 AM | Dear Mr. Moderator.....
Just wondering, as I've been known to do,
and I'll make this a quick question for you
for I know you have no extra time to put up with my mind....
I thank you for changing the name on my thread
that's fast filling up with the poetry I've said,
but now there seems to be a problem instead....
It's all still on page 1
and just does not want to quit....
an endless page and bottomless pit
of my meanderings....
(full of stuff that I'm sure would make some....um...regurgitate:).....
So do you think it would be possible
to move it along
and urge it to change pages for me,
for now even I can see
trying to find anything in all those words
is impossibly challenging
and I feel quite the nerd
for it seems what's now happening
is really completely absurd!
Thanking you once again
for your help, my fine friend.
If you can please sort this out
I'll give you a hug,
from that all too open one
who caught a bad bout of the writing bug.
p.s. oh my, got to edit!!
Wow.... you are wonderful
and so incredibly quick
for even before getting my plea
the page has finally turned,
quite miraculously!! | |
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| ....food for thought....or not...help!!
Posted: 11/21/2008 6:31:32 AM | There are times that are so good
they will hold a place of honor
on the mantel of my life
Shining bright, a lovely light
this is one of those times for me
Though blurred by lack of sleep
it's a small price to pay
for new love is oh so sweet
A tender rosebud blooms
uniting my family
As we make a place for her
safe and secure
we celebrate
Sorry I haven't visited your home before now, my writing time is herky jerky but I know you understand that. | |
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| sharing blessings from the heart.....
Posted: 11/21/2008 1:04:05 PM | we celebrate....
and we share in your heartfelt celebration
for its light shines so brightly everywhere....
for me, personally,
it's been such a blessing
to witness this with you and rosie
thank you so much, perfectly
for everything, honestly,
a helping sister here since I first wandered in....
was a scary place to swim in this vast ocean | |
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| sharing blessings from the heart.....
Posted: 11/21/2008 2:44:38 PM | not going to paste too much more from before
until someone checks to see
that there really is a problem with page 1....
and then if something can be done
for it's so excessively long
it's quite clear to me something's wrong......
so in the meantime this was written today
and I think it's one I'd like to bring home anyway......
written on grizz's thread 'I can be'
I can be love
but sometimes it doesn't show...
Does it really take a lifetime
for it to crystalize and grow?
I'm getting on now in years
and yet there are still tears
that come so easily, especially
when I see a romantic movie
and they all find true love
in just two hours....
and here am I....dare I say
I still cry if I'm given flowers
So why does it hurt
to feel my heart open?
Could it be I'm confusing
the tears I'm producing?
Could it be tears are simply
a reflection of the well of emotion
coming in waves
like the rise and fall of the ocean?
Could it be I can be love
and feel so wonderfully high
and it's really ok that
when I'm feeling love
and the lack thereof
I will cry | |
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| sharing blessings from the heart.....
Posted: 11/21/2008 8:00:08 PM | written earlier this evening
coming from the thread 'To John Lennon for Yoko and Sean...'
John Lennon......
This thread, for many reasons, brings tears to my eyes....
partly because I can see all points made
and wish no one to judge, as I always advise.....
When John Lennon was alive and the Beatles thrived
I was a teenager, young as I was,
and it was one of my older brothers who brought them into my life.....
So in listening to his playing their songs
over and over and over again
I could hear they were trying to right some wrongs
Then, in college I transferred to NYU
and it was there that I lived exactly three blocks over
from John Lennon and Yoko too
No, I never did meet them in person
or even see him walkin' the streets
but I was there the day he was shot....
The day so many of us went into shock
and dismay that the man who inspired us all
to really consider peace and not war,
the man who wrote one of the most
beautiful songs ever written....
the one who could really Imagine like no other
and then share it with so many millions, past, present and future.....
Oh no, we have no right to judge anyone
from our own projections onto them....
for it seems the Beatles were incredibly necessary for all
and the timelessness of the truths they sang
is obvious.....for it was truth then and it's truth now
I have few albums still in my life
but my original Beatles White Album
complete with those beautiful photos of each of them....
I will always have with me wherever I am....
along with my original All Things Must Pass album
by George Harrison.....
perhaps he sensed what would happen with John after all | |
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| ....food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/22/2008 11:29:58 AM | Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks....
Love is the language,
Which every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery! | |
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| meanderings of the heart.....
Posted: 11/22/2008 12:24:31 PM | thank you
that was
lovely
please feel free to share more from your heart
or whatever other body part from which to start 
all are welcome here | |
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| meanderings of my heart.....
Posted: 11/23/2008 6:32:37 AM | brought here from 'I can be', with humility...
wind you touched my heart again
as your words swept through me
touching both parts of me
the child who was hurt
and the adult who
learned to let it be
and use it
to find the treasure
in all we can be
because eventually
we must come to see
we all have pain
and suffering
and learning not to blame
or be too humbled by shame
is perhaps the most important thing
to forgiving humanity | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 7:51:23 AM | from last night's Last Line becomes First Line of 8 Line....
its hard to maintain that goal of world peace
when my doubt takes hold
and the grip of pain in my brain and heart
start tearing me apart and dividing me from humanity
until I remember to breath and let it be
until I can see it's not all up to me
until I can finally relax and let me be free
to trust it all will work out as it is meant to be
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 8:13:02 AM | pulled from this morning's Last Line, First Line, 8 line
finding more joy and fading chagrin
to live more like children
letting joy be your destiny
and hearts and minds are open
for children are truly
the essence of humanity
they laugh, cry and run free
reminding us how to be | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 8:14:26 AM | if i was to order some food for thought
i'd start with a twinkle in her eyes........... one spot
or perhaps a bright line
from her wonderful mind
a look just that way
and i'll want to stay
just maybe a touch of the gentlest kind
to swirl my thoughts,and cloud up my mind
however it is that my thoughts can be fed
i'll be quite concerned that my heart has not bled | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 8:53:25 AM | it came to me
driving this morning
if i were to write what's true
to sum up my thoughts of you
it would be, my dear grizzly,
like the bear shining above,
your heart was clearly
and unequivically
made to love | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 10:09:27 AM | pulled from 'anna nimmidy's...just me'
When?
it keeps happening
over and over
and over again
until when?
when do we see
our own beauty
in all that we be?
why do we think the falls
are not necessary?
when do we finally
surrender those beliefs
and let everything
that unfolds
which helps us touch
our hearts and souls
be that treasure chest
we've been so afraid
to open and more often close? | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 10:53:18 AM | ....again pulled in from anna nimiddy....
little one.....
come out little one
or stay where you are
know deep down
you will not come to harm
for when you sound the alarm
from your heart, body or mind
we will come running
to help you from now on
and not the other way around
come out little one
or stay where you are
for we can see
you've travelled so far
to go deep within
and shed the curtain
to find life's purpose
and destiny for you
and all humans too
come out little one
or stay where you are
for your days of wandering
or hibernating
and healing your scars
have helped us all
for your path is with ours
when you dig deep down
and reach for the stars | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 12:01:27 PM | floating in from First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)....
Sees It, as Life.....
yes, my dearest
who gives me laughter
and sometimes
speaks the clearest
it's all the same game....
no matter what direction
you think you're moving
there's always a whole body
of beings there with you
standing behind or in front
or maybe to your side
might not see them
but they're always there
full of love and care....
really, it seems, more likely
it's a full spectrum of energy
connecting everybody.....
moving in air, which is everywhere | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 1:18:53 PM | ahhh...
food for thought
because you see
what i put in
soon becomes me
i think of things
of wonder and fun
sure enough
my live has become.....
and then in times
when things go wrong
i focus on that
it won't be long
that i'm feeling
unhappy and
feeling blue
then i remember
what i have to do
i begin with gratitude
for my life
soon no longer
i see such strife
and then i move
to the serentiy prayer
all of my questions
are answered there
then finally
or perhaps from the start
i breathe in deeply
and fill my heart
releasing the air
takes awhile
but when i do it leaves
a smile
so food for thought
makes sense to me
for it's the thougts
that set me free...
(nice thread here weR1!!!) | |
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Posted: 11/23/2008 2:31:24 PM | i love hearing what you say, rose
how you think and what you know
taking us all on your ride as you go
you write from your heart
and your mind and your soul
and it's a real treat for me
to see you here in this food for thought
and meanderings of the heart kingdom
giving us all some of your wisdom | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 7:14:39 PM | some hold a screwdriver and ceaselessly search for a screw
others have handfuls of hammers
cause a nail isnt the only place to fall
taking apart is needed at times,
we paint the surface with our feeble ways
and laugh at ourselves dressed up like others
hidden so well we once again get fooled by disguise
energy driven and usually wasted
fuel found in living ,spent on nothing
nothing to show but dedicated to display
peacocks without purpose
or joy
Creation seems so far away ,impossible to know
making it a god to worship fulfills only the need
to pass the responsibility
knowledge comes like juggling chainsaws
satisfaction amid the damage from mistakes
screams , yes there's that ..real or not
sorting isnt more than avoiding the sight
of survivors counting limbs,slowly standing
is it charity to ask for improvement,
steps ahead before falling behind
no wonder illusion is accepted
by those willing to win anything
before they limp away | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 7:48:46 PM | Thank you transcend. I will be chewing on your food for thought a long time before it is digested.
In looking for a poem I wrote about three years ago that I felt would follow your post well, I came across this post written in August not on a poetry thread, but a thread I started in one of the forums that has now been hidden, but accessible....
The Journey
Tonight is a full moon and the sky is clear...despite the fact that there was a severe weather watch announcement for another severe thunderstorm to come through tonight, like last night....but the sky is clear and the moon is bright.
This morning the sun was shining and I went outside and walked down into an area that is in the woods, but cleared a little also. As I passed the statue of Quan Yin, I paid my respects to her and realized she is much smaller walking past her than when I kneel down to her level. But I pass her this time and see among the trees there is a large patch of sun hitting a bench and so I sit there, gratefully feeling the warmth of the sun on the cushion I am sitting on.
I look up to the sky and see the leaves of the trees, like green lace, surrounding the bright light of the sun and I realize all the trees are in a circle in this patch of the woods and they are all leaning towards the center.....it feels like a circle of protection. I look around them and let my eyes wander to one which is so gracefully standing there....being locusts most of them have very bendy bodies, gracefully growing upwards...beautiful gentle curves as they reach towards the sky.
I lower my eyes and see in front of me are the exposed roots of one tree which had been blown over in storms from the wind and the rain and the roots seem an odd shape to me. I close my eyes to feel the warmth and just sit in this hermetic circle nature seems to have offered for me to come and just be. I relax.
Not even ten seconds later I am bitten by a mosquito on the back of my calf, and feeling myself jump out of my reverie, I open my eyes again. I look around the circle and feel the beauty of the trees. I feel the wind and the breeze and I am listening and looking, gazing around the circle at the green and brown beauty, not sure why I was made to open my eyes again. My focus returns once more to the exposed roots in front of me from this tree and again I think it is odd how the roots have such a strange shape, lying on their side, sticking up in the air.
I wonder, what is it here that keeps me looking? And then I realize what I am looking at. There are two main roots facing upwards and one of them is the distinct shape of a woman facing sideways with her right arm broken off, so only an upper arm is there and it is raised. And on her shoulder is another root - a thick one that looks like a heavy piece of wood she is carrying on her shoulder. The way she is standing you can see how heavy the weight is on her. And I notice it is not balanced where she holds it, so most of it is behind her. Of course I know it is tree roots I am looking at, for it is obvious, but I also can't help but notice this uncanny wood sculpture formed naturally and quite clearly resembles what I can see from where I am sitting.
I then look to see if the other main root sticking up could be anything also, and yes, it does seem to resemble the head of dog with its chin raised, very clearly looking up to the sky.... and the woman is looking down for she is carrying this heavy burden. I feel the wind rise and hear the gentle rustle of leaves and feel the warm breeze as I look at the trees. They are swaying in the wind, but not enough as to make their creaking sound they often do when it is very windy.
My focus returns once more to these tree roots and to this woman carrying this heavy burden....and I realize the end of the stick she is carrying is like a cartoon face of a very cheeky grin - like an eel with an eye and a long mouth grinning at the opposite end of where she is holding. (And no, no drugs were part of this journey :)....I wonder why would this burden be laughing and hiding a trickster like coyote at the end of it? Of course the woman doesn't realize this, for she is taking her burden very seriously and she can't see what's behind her. But there is no denying it - the burden is playing with her - it comes to me perhaps the weight she is carrying is not real, but an illusion and yet to her it is real.
I close my eyes and feel the breeze and I am thinking about the weight we carry, about our burdens. I think about how the animals look up to the moon and we look down to the ground as we move. I think about something a friend and I spoke of this morning about taking care of the hurt we bring to others by how we treat them....and about protection...and about trust. I think about three words I heard recently in a story about the quilt of life - responsibility, respect and humbleness.
Then it comes to me - we must heal the hurt in ourselves and each other. For it feels that is the burden we each carry. And it is putting us off balance and on some levels, it might be playing tricks on us and giving us illusions and not even be real.
I'm outside sitting with the trees and the breeze and it comes to me thinking about our hurting hearts and I realize within the word heart are the words hear and art..... and then the word hearth comes to me and I realize in it are the words hear and earth and art and ear and heart. I get these messages then - hear the earth - she speaks to us so deeply. And hear each other - for that will heal our hurts and hearts back to health......and, again, hear the earth, for that will heal her back to health too. Use our ears to hear and our art to heal.
As I walk back up the path towards the house I pay my respects to Quan Yin....the essence of compassion. | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/23/2008 9:18:05 PM | understanding is a blessing we win
but the truth revealed isnt always comforting
we need to separate what we did knowlingly from
what leapt from ignorant actions
what grew from selfish seeds, poorly planted
living with what we know isnt a reason to forget
but to accept and grow past our past
your journey shines and Im glad you shared
such an enlightening vision
once all the screen is clean
simple seems so
but getting there
takes at least a life..well spent | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/24/2008 4:49:14 AM | transcend....thank you again for your post and for spelling it out for me this time.....
".....we need to separate what we did knowingly from
what leapt from ignorant actions...."
teaching us to pay attention
for even the smallest things
can bring learning
and remembering
who we are and
why we are here......
our lives are our canvas
our feelings the paint
our actions the painter
our soul and all that we are....the painting
or so it seems to me in this moment
i have posted temporarily a photo caught of 'Root Woman' after she inspired the journey above.....too small here to really see, but it's there anyway for scrutiny if anyone wishes | |
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| ...food for thought....or not...
Posted: 11/24/2008 7:35:08 AM | 'root woman' is now on profile 'stead of main pic
before she gets noticed and bounced by the photo police :).....
so, as i was just reminded, there are more from before that i guess could be here....
but rather than post so many at once in your ear,
(which apparently was the cause of my really excessive first page before),
i'll try and keep them grouped in smaller clumps
and, don't worry, there is nothing more about tree stumps! (:
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
starting from 10/2/2008
Meaning in response to the above subject matter
it's really what we do with all that's on our platter
and to remember what we put out returns
for we're always in a hall of mirrors
and life always shows reflections
whether we want them or not
If we wish to see who we are
we need to come out of from being underground
and take a look around
for everywhere we look
from the tiny insects to a babbling brook
we are found
....................
10/3/2008
And those we touch will know our name
for we are not so different
but really much more the same
Which brings me back again
to wherever I look
whether at me or you
inside or outside
to the many or the few
at the sky or on the ground
really all around
I am found
But I have to look
and not just keep my head
in a book
or even on the internet
Of course connecting here
has value and worth
and touches the mind, soul and heart
for writing is a real form of art
Yet communication in real life
is not something that can be taught
without putting into practice
For it is not a movie or game
played like an actor or actress
Unless you choose
to always wear your masks
and not let anyone see the real you
But I fear we'd all be losing out then on
the essence of being man and woman
.............
now is a free bird ready to fly
and there's no answer
so don't ask why
to soar and glide with wings wide
clarity and extra focus of eye
.............
10/4/2008
so I won't drool or something like cause a fright
when she wakes in the middle of the night
hoping to find some sensual delight
for her gifts are what keep me alright
as mine are what she yearns for too
if only the miles between us were few
I know what I so want to do
is to drop everything and come see you
for you are the light that brightens my night
and leaves me wanting for more
so if you come knocking at my door
I will welcome you in with a kiss and a grin
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| ...food for thought....'relish the now....'
Posted: 11/24/2008 8:03:21 AM | forced its way here from Last Line, First Line....written 10/4/08
'relish the now for its gone so fast'
slipping quickly like the rest to the past
what will it take for us to last?
that is the eternal question
some say it's natural
not to worry about our survival
we've all been here before and returned for more
that there is truth to reincarnation
even our beloved planet
has been through a few cycles
of living and dieing and living again
perhaps the real resurrection
but right here right now
honestly can't really see how
if we keep up these abuses and all our excuses
our world will keep turning and not start burning
the holes in our air are really a scare
and rain forests? they're hardly there
we keep chopping and cropping without a care
and money is all that makes the world go round
one day we'll find it's just us and dead ground
with no oxygen to keep us alive
and then we''ll remember why the trees were so many
we really needed them to survive
but it will be too late
as it already is I fear
the day draws near for we have sealed our fate
from an unconscious and ignorant state | |
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| ...food for thought....or not....
Posted: 11/24/2008 9:10:03 AM | from First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
10/5/2008
alive and living, there for the Thanks giving
for gratitude fills me some days
and others just seem to pass in a haze
remembering the feeling of my smoking phase
the one vice that was way too nice
to just give up for obvious reasons
and so it came and went and came again
all through my life and seasons
and then one day three years ago
I felt a shift internally and permanently
as if miraculously, God had decided for me
no longer a smoker I would be
but the herbal variety?
every once in a great while
someone would give some to me
and then, I would be carried back magically
to the times in my life
I would stop all the rushing
and forcing myself to live productively
but to sit outside and breath and just be
it was then I'd feel free
and get a real sense of unity
it was then I'd stop doing and get down
and play with the baby and know he loved me
................
10/6/2008
they cant beat us, so what are we thinking?
we're not even thinking
we're sitting here eating and drinking
and wondering
when is our next fix coming through?
we drive fancy cars
and read about hollywood stars
as if they were real
but under their shields
they are people too
trying to survive
in this crazy life
just like me and you | |
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| ...food for thought....or not....
Posted: 11/24/2008 9:22:17 AM | Haiku....just a few... (again, last line, first line)...
these written more recenty in time...in the last week or two....
going with the flow..
letting the rhythm take you
to places beyond
his sweet face again
recreated in his child
family growing
genuinely pleased
with descendents arrival
love's huge miracles
With wide opened hands...
reaching to hold another's
hearts give and receive
when do we depart?
soon as you open your heart
and imagine......now!!
forging paths of growth
holding a new born baby
union sheds wisdom
abstract in motion
life is 'Perpetual Change'
Yes, all here again
head back howling night
to see in one moment gold
light shining on all
touched by deepest love
combine body, mind and soul
hearts opening wide
it's all relative!
a beautiful family
we all seem to be!
sense of mystery
the man behind the curtain....
just like you and me
cupid's equation
quite often two becomes one.....
sometimes two makes three
added edit: and sometimes two makes four or more!! :)
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