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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:05:32 PM | bringing more home, some written as * moon willow *, some as WeAre1...
always in motion
energy rising
waves of the ocean
learning to bike ride
learning to swim
falling in a beehive
tumbling in the ocean
bees chasing me
tossing endlessly
lost in the water
till finding the air
running faster than bees
stinging hardly a care
learning to ride
learning to swim
riding a bike
sailing the ocean
feeling the breeze
scraping our knees
always in motion
always in motion
until we stop
and see where we been
until we stop
riding and swimming
until we breathe
and see
we are always
exactly
where we need
to be
perfect synergy
then rising of energy
until we are moving
feeling the wind
in our face again
feeling the water
upon our skin
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:06:44 PM | no time, even for pregnant mothers,
to offer a lady a seat
but please get off your druthers
for we all know it's not good
too long to stand on your feet....
i remember it happened in London
when i was just 23
as big as a boat....very pregnant was me
taking the tube to fleet street
where i worked in pr
standing with the others desperately
trying not to fall in that train car....
every seat was taken
i was starting to feel faint
i must have looked like an unwed mom
each person seemed real distant....
finally with no choice
i had to ask somebody
please could i sit down
they stood then grudgingly
i was feeling guilty
everyone kept their heads down.....
no, no time for pregnant mothers,
no time for any manners
it happened to me that morning
never forgotten....always a warning....
if you have a strong need
coming from within
let yourself ask the question
for sometimes in asking one
to do a good deed
you're really planting a compassionate seed
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:04:59 PM | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:07:52 PM | a hot summer day
no skies of grey
dancing african
in the bright sun
sweat dripping
heaven sipping
drums ripping
and the beat goes on....
second performance of the day
in the cool bit of shade
a smaller group
seem to naturally know what to do
jumping up to dance and drum
without even asking them
feeling so much loving
having so much fun
lots of drinking heaven
spirit there for certain
and the beat goes on.....
The Fireside
Posted: 7/28/2009 6 03 PM | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:08:47 PM | each is perfect in its own way
stopping some days to pray
or leave it for a rainy day
we might wake up needing to play
or do another long working day
we might not always know what to say
or say it in the wrong way
yet we are all perfect in our own way
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Posted: 7/29/2009 5:07:26 AM | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:09:42 PM | when one day you find your self in need
who'll help you?
beats me.....got no clue....
wait a minute....actually...
well let's see....
there are always my children
who do really care about me.....
i know they'd come immediately
if i needed them to help me...
just as i would for them
for our love is felt unconditionally....
then my brothers, also three,
they would do what they could
because we are and have always been
a sister and brotherhood....
then there are friends i've known many lifetimes,
or so it seems to me,
and they too would lend a hand
if things got way too much for me....
finally, my parents,
who raised me to live courageously
and, miraculously, after 58 years, still married,
they would help me with open arms
because even through some false alarms
they know i only ask for help
when i really need
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:11:48 PM | we forget.....
for the last year and a half
i've been working with our elders
loving...playing...teaching...'praying'...
helping them be
though their minds won't set them free
except when it comes to their memory.....
those memories most faint
are the ones acquired most recently,
but moving back chronologically
the ones from early age
are the ones still contactable
like reading and writing
and eating and speaking....
and then those also go
along with their thinking
and they know they're in trouble
and it makes them angry
to be so confused
when their clarity they really lose.....
oh we forget....
and then we forget we have forgotten
and we go to the bathroom
over and over and over again
enslaved to our mind
telling our body
forgetting we're really
losing our memory.....
it is a hard place to be
but if i smile at you
and treat you sincerely lovingly
i delightfully can see
you smiling back at me
with love in your eyes
and still some surprise
when your body tells you
you must rise
and head once again
to turn the light off
and on again
for without a memory
everything is temporary
sending you strength....knowing your love is limitless 
Posted: 7/29/2009 9 19 PM on riv's short poems (I guess) | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:12:50 PM | while preaching for love to be what you sing
some say love is displayed in a diamond ring
or another condition you trade for something....
using love as a commodity.....like everything.....
letting greed destroy that which we most need
letting hate create a love that can't ever relate
to the idea of selfless love....
of a human sister and brotherhood
where love is always understood
to be effortless and free
and shared completely unconditionally
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/30/2009 6 44 PM | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:13:43 PM | dream our dreams and soar on wings unfurled
nothing holds us back but our fears tightly curled
or maybe it's money or lack of sobriety
or simply we're just not ready to fly free
thinking we'll fall and need to be caught by somebody
but it's in the falling we learn to trust us
and see the magic if only we can be carefree
and learn to love unconditionally
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Posted: 7/30/2009 8 45 PM | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:15:21 PM | we are born with a critical eye
that may work against us
leaving us high and dry (slight edit)
ending in many tears we might cry
wishing our critiquing would up and say good bye
for it's when we've had enough criticism
coming from others and from within
might we lose the need to use and abuse
waking up one day and just refuse
to waste another minute flailing around in it
lost in judgement and false superiority
thinking we're more important than the rest of society
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 3 13 AM | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:37:06 AM | pulling the string on a few more offerings....
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Posted: 7/31/2009 639 PM
she passed all too soon
on this half day moon
she was here this morning
then gone with no warning
she was much too young
to have her life all done
i'm in shock.... a young woman in her early 20's....lots of presence....
a colleague of mine....worked with her yesterday....never again....
edit since this was written....she was only 19 | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:39:01 AM | it happens whenever you play
especially on a rainy day
even just laughing with a friend
can help heal any wound you're carrying.....
let the joy within do its magic
to release all that feels tragic
so you can truly be free right now
letting love live as it does in the tao.....
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:40:29 AM | Super hero story in poems
Posted: 8/1/2009 1:02:17 AM
starting with the last two lines from the previous post......
....just then two strong arms squeezed Hammy tight,
took him to another planet on that cool clear night....
for many including our rich young granny
it was a moment of celebration he was finally out of sight
the trunk was opened, in the sky a full moon
she could see piercing blue eyes full of bright light
feeling strong arms lifting her out of her auto's coccoon
her heart beating faster as she started to swoon
who was this beautiful person who'd come to her rescue?
she wondered was he just into other superheroes
or might he like a young granny who'd lost a designer shoe?
then her mind went quiet as her question was answered
as if he had read every thought that went through her
he so very tenderly bent down and kissed her
as only a superhero could do
for every nerve in her body tingled from head to toe
and she knew for the first time in her life
he was who she'd been waiting for
suddenly she could read his mind too
for silently he spoke to her
saying don't be afraid to have this new skill
and he assured her he never used his superpowers to kill | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:41:33 AM | we forget.....
Posted: 8/1/2009 2 51 AM
yes....as tears rise in my eyes....
this is how i see every one of the elderly
i care for.....in the women especially....i see me
and i do get a vision of many when they were 23
or 33....and sometimes it's the most ancient and wise
that i see.....caring for the elderly....
for our elders are us....always...
our elders show our destiny.....
our elders show our history of humanity....
and so sadly, so often...our inhumanity....
our elders carry the torch of our unity
even as their life force is slowing of energy
creating a twisted and frail and very thin body
along with their minds losing much of their memory
but that is no reason to not see them compassionately
for when you look in their eyes their Spirit thrives
and after living such long and amazing lives
it is our profound God given duty to honour them truly | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:42:22 AM | now lying horizontally inclined
its energy will nourish all below ground
many will gather to mourn its passing
just as all do for this life isn't lasting
yet always in our memory
the beauty of that great birch tree
will live beyond space and time
connected to you and everybody
for we all are divinely intertwined
~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:43:22 AM | in a world overdetermined by the others
we've lost so much our skill to just be
to feel the quiet and sacred energy
always thinking we must be doing something
when sometimes we need to just stop and breathe
but then are made to feel guilty from the belief
that stopping to be is really lazy....
in a world overdetermined by the others
it's time we saw humanity as our sisters and brothers
to honour ourselves and honour each other
and treat us all as we would wish to be
remembering if we are really all connected
through a divine thread of unity
then what I do to you, I equally do to me
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 9 15 AM | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:44:27 AM | in four days she will be here
my daughter of twenty-five years
my pride and joy to balance my boys
who also are so very special to me.....
my girl who had long blond curls
on a tiny body yet always
with the face of maturity....
over the years moments came to be
when we almost switched our identity
and i was the girl and she, the mommy
worrying and watching over me
as i was raising my children....all three....
my angel she has always seemed to be
because she loves deeply and is loved by so many
bringing joy to our lives
wisdom in her eyes
and even though she is still tiny
she really has a natural beauty
and a presence that is as tall as a tree....
for the last nine years we've lived in different countries
visiting together just once annually....usually....
though last year when I turned fifty
she came over as a surprise completely
and it was the best present anybody ever gave me....
i remember the day she was born like yesterday
and though i had no idea a girl she would be
because they don't tell you in that country
(just in case they're wrong and then it's a liability:)
yet the day of her birth i knew i was blessed
and filled with happiness
and something in me felt sanctuary
knowing a daughter had come to me....
no, it hasn't been easy
raising this family for so long single parentally
and then when they were teenagers
my moving back to this country.....
yet the blessings are plenty
my nest never felt empty
except occasionally when the phone might ring
and it would be my daughter on the other end crying....
then the distance would trouble me
knowing a hug of love can't really be
living in a separate country.....
ahhh..... my ode to her has grown completely
so it's time to end knowing these days
she's really very happy
having become a lovely lady
originally with me on our international journey
but then returning to her homeland
for we both knew that was her destiny....
so in four days she will once again be here
visiting her brothers and me
my heart's filling with excitement and i'm so happy....
now usually i can be a mother filled with security
when i see my sons and daughter growing so beautifully
but really my angel and i miss each other very deeply....
so when she's visiting we both fill with love and tears easily
for our connection is often unspoken with very strong empathy.....
and though the physical distance grew greatly
our connection has never really been broken
feeling each other unconditionally lovingly.
I can be
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:45:52 AM | as a honey bee pollinates the flowers gratefully
as a butterfly alights in the buddleia tree
as the moon shines her light on all of humanity
i want to hug and love you sweetly....
as the tide rises and falls within the earth's sea
as the woodpecker drums her rhythm so clearly
as the african drummer calls the dancer to dance free
i want to hug and love you sweetly...
Pull up a chair
Posted: 8/2/2009 4 50 AM
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:46:56 AM | The Train Journey...a place for all tender hearts
Posted: 8/2/2009 11 41 AM ...
continuing the story line.....
Today is going to be romance sublime!
'My' beloved dome car has been changed for all time
to be used for the sacred part of the ceremony
where all have gathered near and far
while the ushers are already making their way to the bar!
Both the groom's and bride's family
are all here in their best behavior for company
to feel the incredibly beautiful energy
not only with the groom and his fiancee
but under the dome shaped skylight
welcoming the sun and later the starlight
and especially tonight
when the full moon will shine so bright!
(ok, technically not until Wednesday...
but we're having the wedding today anyway:)
So come one and all and make ready
especially the groom and best man's party
or else we'll have to use the wedding substitution variety!
Get them all washed and dried and into their monkey suits
and into the dome car....and don't forget to polish their boots!
And don't let them see into the carriage for the bridal ladies
for in there is silk and taffetta draping the floor
and pearls and little girls practicing their twirls. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 3:48:37 AM | Buddhist thinking..
Posted: 8/2/2009 3 58 PM
^It comes to me visually....an answer, possibly....
I am imagining my Self watching a couple in love....in my vision it's an elderly couple .
I feel utter joy and my heart and soul are moved witnessing the beauty of their interaction.
But I do not need it for my own....I do not feel a personal attachment to it.....I simply witness their energy and my own...with joy and love, in this case. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:37:08 AM | \\\\\ 6 Lines or Less //////
Posted: 8/3/2009 3 44 AM
this morning the light is grey and flat
though the trees are still such brilliant greens
and the rain and sun have grown the grass
this morning the light is grey and flat
while i, nestled in my early morning coccoon,
must rise and let the sun shine from within
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Snapshots; 8/3/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 5 34 PM
feeling eyes upon me
i felt a need to look up
she was asking for help
not realizing i was helping another
her interruption grew in persistance
she could not see anyone but herself | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:38:29 AM | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/3/2009 5 11 PM
that night they first met
dancing fools and Joan Jet
like falling with Alice
without any malice
she had spoken
and suddenly
he was returning
from a place
where time had frozen
like the twilight zone
time and space overthrown
where nothing
and everything
made sense
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:39:33 AM | The Fireside
Posted: 8/4/2009 7 43 AM
awww....sending birthday love
to you, oh bottle of sunshine!
from very early days of my
finding this hermetic circle
of beautiful writers,
you welcomed me openly
and oh so warmly
brightening my days
as only the sun can do.....
in so many deep ways.
i love you
and may this day
honouring your birth
be a re-birth of sacred love
coming through and to you
and may healing come
as it needs to.....
and may the love you offer
be returned to you 100 fold
for you to do truly brighten the cold!!
Happiest of Birthdays to you!!
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:42:14 AM | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/4/2009 10:04:38 PM
revealed her heart
in the form of her sacred art
a special gift she had bestowed on me
worth a fortune monetarilly
but that meant nothing to me
compared to the incredible beauty
rising in me from its energy
and not surprisingly she knew exactly
which gift would mean the most to me
...............
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/7/2009 2 00 AM
tis true friendship that makes love stick
tis love that makes true friendship tick
like the beating of the eternal heart
love is the essence we can not part
love is the key to our humanity
love is what opens our minds
and strengthens our body
for love unlocks our blocks
melting the ice within our hearts | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:43:15 AM | Our Journey Through Poetry
Posted: 8/5/2009 6:04:13 AM
I am in the bath
submerged in the warm water
suddenly this comes to me
to start a thread called
a journey through poetry....
wishing to make it clear
this one is for all to share
(if you care :)....
I teetered and tottered
on what to call it here....
should it be 'a' journey
or 'our' journey?
for really
if we are all one
a journey
is
our journey....
each and every moment
is a moment shared by all
with all
part of all
inseparable from all......
so 'our journey' it is to be
for anybody
and everybody
love,
d. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2009 3:44:37 AM | Our Journey Through Poetry
Posted: 8/6/2009 417 AM
my daughter is here with me
visiting again finally
for she comes just annually
living in England
while I live in this country
so when we're together
we're both especially happy
feeling love so sweetly....
my daughter is here with me
always she's near internally
truly inspiring me
and supporting me
sometimes guiding me
as we both do mutually
with our love felt so deeply
my daughter is here with me
another year has passed
since our last time together
and now she's twenty-five
a lovely woman I've watched thrive
so very grateful she's been in my life
for this very challenging quarter century
feeling love grow so tenderly | |
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