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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:17:39 AM | more gathering and bringing home.....
HAIKU (Not a Game)
Posted: 8/27/2009 3 06 AM
balance is the key
to be, compassionately,
all is energy
universal flow
spiralling through you and me
our eternity
life and death, you see,
moving with all that's holy
sacred unity
relativity
perceiving our grief deeply
release to fly free
such blessed family
mixed with so much tragedy
helped humanity
lives of great service
maybe healing from new realm
walking in freedom
the unknown kingdom
mystery beyond this life
may restore our light
the Kennedy family inspired this string of haiku | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:24:42 AM | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2009 2 35 PM
whims and arts wrangled
creativity strangled
poverty consciousness breeding
humanity needs feeding
nourishment for the soul
distorted priorities were the goal
ownership from greed beyond control
casualties of life still untold
casualties of the heart now unfold
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Posted: 8/28/2009 12 28 AM
for the world is full of ups
balancing all that's not so high
crouching down to get real close
balancing our flying the open sky
walking slowly and taking our time
balancing impatience waiting in line
sharing our hearts and energy freely
balancing so many needlessly greedy
we all die on our path to wake up and live
hopefully to learn we receive what we give
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Posted: 8/28/2009 11 11 AM
to your heart be true
for it does come down to you
breaking through the pain
don't close down again
keep love flowing
from hearts still growing
on our path of tenderness
deeply feeling fondness
glimpsing heavenly bliss
held within a kiss
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Posted: 8/28/2009 10 39 PM
a moist seduction in money well spent
may be refreshing for some while I repent
seeing the poison become an obsession
for one who found it led to depression
using it without reservation
bringing him down into dark introspection
not seeing the shadow cast on his reflection
not able to refrain without intervention
until the day came his heart fought back
made him stop drinking when he had an attack
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Posted: 8/30/2009 3 11 AM
there's no easy remedy for this financial hangover
perhaps it's time to bring in the metaphysical bulldozer
to turn over all our material greed
to start sharing with those seriously in need
to find a way to re-balance our work and play
so each person can feel gratitude today
where hearts and tummies will not go hungry
where minds can find realisitic designs
where solutions we will find
that might mean more in the welfare line
for we are in an economic decline
'till we re-establish a balanced state of body and mind | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:31:04 AM | Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 8/26/2009 4 13 PM
shut out
beyond the door
mystery held captive
breaking through mystic barriers
freedom
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Posted: 8/29/2009 4 54 AM
with love
we awaken
compassionate beings
living and breathing from our hearts
tender
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Posted: 8/30/2009 3 11 AM
always
all ways we be
eternal energy
reflected universally
holy | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:32:46 AM | respect for another
reflects respect for all....
with much compassion
flowing
seeing harrassing
rising
feels shocking.....
can we learn respect?
yes
can we choose respect?
yes
why choose disrespect?
freedom
freedom to write
one's authentic self
without negativity
being dumped on thee....
freedom of speech
i beseech we
be respectful
for all we do
reflects back on you....
time to take responsibility
to live compassionately
and sensitively....
to me freedom of speech
does not override
bloated pride....
time to be
respectful company
or step back
to see
our cruelty
hurts everybody....
Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/28/2009 10 16 AM | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:36:42 AM | LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 8/26/2009 3:02:51 PM
ferment it and bottle!!! send me the bill!
or maybe give me a gift....better still
let me help you write your new will
knowing you have become so ill....
a lifetime habit of vices galore
led you now so near death's door
finding you often weeping on the floor
drinks and drugs made you feel so poor....
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Posted: 8/27/2009 3 25 AM
mirror images expose self correction
not always seeing the true reflection
catching emotions from the first inception
taking responsibility for my perception
keeping harmony a strong intention
sometimes agony has no prevention
avoidance not always the best precaution
feeling compassion brings right action
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Posted: 8/27/2009 11 35 PM
hit us with his amorous darts
unless his aim hits the wrong parts
where love's hidden at best
or creating distress
teasing us all when we're undressed
or pretending it's real just to impress
perhaps cupid has lost the use of his eyes
and should retire his love enterprise
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Posted: 8/30/2009 3 41 AM
what is covered anew in each season
feels like a young deer's exploration
where memory serves no purpose
as life takes us down a new course
though once upon we did rehearse
this branch of the tree we trespass
naturally changing and revolving
sometimes flying...sometimes falling
to keep evolving is our life's calling | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:39:52 AM | reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 8/27/2009 4 49 AM
^ really beautiful rosie....
may you continue to see
your beauty unfold
as you walk delicately
with love's light
gracefully opening
the petals of your heart | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:41:01 AM | The Fireside
Posted: 8/28/2009 10 46 PM
succumbing to sensuality
of seduction so heavenly
surrender individuality
rising with the tide
as waves collide
an ocean ride
losing focus
finding bliss
timelessness
glimpsing eternity
both feeling utterly free
held safely without boundary
feeling the blessing of our body | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:42:15 AM | The Train Journey....
Posted: 8/29/2009 4 09 AM
today I woke
to getting soaked
seems my window's broke
and hurricane danny is here
blowing a gale in the dark wet air
feeling the train still rumbling along
people are worried...can feel their alarm
is it possible we will come to harm
if lightning strikes?
the storm's a transmitter
and isn't metal a conductor
and where is our dear instructor
who used to walk and talk with us?
and dance under the dome with me
late in the night when most were asleep
sharing words and hearts of light
feeling warmth always in sight
when he'd usually visit me
offering his warmth
sincerely....
today I woke
to getting soaked
and no one is here
to throw a towel at me
perhaps my dear friend
our conductor from heaven
needed a personal holiday
off his beloved train
to swim the ocean
and will return
again often...
maybe? | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 4:43:13 AM | HAIKU (Not a Game)
Posted: 8/29/2009 5 01 AM
raining this morning
edge of hurricane warning
darkness deepening
sky a misty grey
earth flooding with heavy drops
quenching thirstiness
summer is fading
leaves suddenly are changing
showing fire colours
visual beauty
creating uncertainty
soon to be winter
staying with summer
gathering by the water
heavenly sunshine
each day a blessing
wishing for another time
wasting precious now | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 5:13:08 AM | Thought I'd drop by and say hello!
Precious moments,
layered in memory,
recalling the tools of heart
now stored away,
each experience a jewel,
decorating the box
of what was,
what is,
and what will be! | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 3:37:12 AM | awww manny.....thank you kindly sir
for leaving your beauty here.....
precious moments indeed
past, present and future
treasured forever.....
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Posted: 9/13/2009 3:51:39 AM | been a while since I brought anything home....
LAST LINE REPEATED STANZAS using 8 lines
Posted: 8/31/2009 7:07:11 AM
I just sit here and wait for the asking
though questions bubble up within
I know this path is part of heaven
even with the illusion of separation
wondering when we lost our vision
seeking truth behind false perception
have we always been really like children
psychologically only wanting what's forbidden
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Posted: 9/1/2009 6 40 AM
what a redwing experience to share
soaring on currents of fresh autumn air
watching over us all from up there
with eyes that see through the atmosphere
seeking to land and stand in safety
as we see hawks start to circle endlessly
searching for food to feed their babies
protection they bring on outstretched wing
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Posted: 9/2/2009 540 PM
only thing that matters to me
is the love in my sons' eyes
as they shine with glee
laughter filling the skies
gathering with my daughter
once a year all together
one sister...two brothers
nourishing me from deep inside
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Posted: 9/4/2009 705 AM
when nothing is what it seems
and mysteries are all we find
it might be best to pass the test
before the end of time halts its grind
for this course we are partaking
might lead us to our own un-making
wondering will the day ever come
we really begin our awakening
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Posted: 9/4/2009 4 24 PM
standing like the gates of Gibraltar
when coupled palms open to peace astounding
human beings will feel new energy confounding
hearts will find a deeper love surrounding
minds will turn to reach for higher learning
bodies feeling safe with joy of passion burning
new levels and realms deeply touching down
souls will open sending beams of light underground
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Posted: 9/7/2009 700 AM
meet, forget, and pass replete
yet that feels so incomplete
leaving love lying in defeat
when hearts could still try to shine....
but forgiveness takes its own sweet time
and the path can be so hard to climb
falling down like Jack and Jill
worth every step on this heavenly hill....
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Posted: 9/9/2009 7 19 AM
patching yours together pentimento....
no flares belied my plight
'cuz, amazingly, she doesn't hate
though time turned round our twisted fate
glimmering, but fading light.....
together we watched the sky grow dim
individually separating
beer became his vice of choice
losing heart we lost our voice.....
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Posted: 9/9/2009 706 PM
while we wait for something new to ensue
think I'll take a trip to the zoo
and see the animals suffering too
in their caged lives so imprisoned
for under our care they lost their freedom
just because we like to look at them
but we are also like a caged specimen
glassed in by our own exploitation
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Posted: 9/10/2009 6 06 AM
let go of the war
find the peace of truth
that is your essence
that is your right
we are one forevermore
from our elders to our youth
with breath we feel our presence
united vision is in our sight
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Posted: 9/12/2009 8 21 AM
the chaos that ensues
leads so many to abuse
themselves and each other
forgetting to honour
the father and mother
sister and brother
son and daughter
return to love one another
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Posted: 9/12/2009 11 49 AM
I guess there has to be strife
to equally see the beauty of life
but maybe it does not have to be.....
and yes, I mean to love respectfully
as so many seem to let go of their family
and then their lovers too
forgetting how originally
extraordinary feelings came through
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Posted: 9/13/2009 6 14 AM
to what end does the void begin?
they say the void contains everything
and nothing....with no beginning or ending
for within everything is also the nothing.....
the void.....metaphysically speaking
seemed like a black hole in my thinking.....
course some think metaphysics is all hocus pocus
these days it is more here and now that I focus | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:07:50 AM | labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/5/2009 10 47 AM
the first three topics were....
1) The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
2) I must have had that backwards.
3) That was actually crepe paper caught in my spokes.
'twas venus and mars
mr grey wrote one day
trying to define
what was wrong
in his own mind
sharing quite completely
his relationship futility.....
so was it venusian men
and martian women?
seemed to me insanity
and mostly fabrication
constructed to remedy
his own division
felt internally.....
no, wait a minute....
it was martian men
and venusian women
in my memory....
honestly....it's so bloody confusing....
when the theory one is using
is totally written as duality
refusing to see any unity....
so it's not surprising to me
I must have had that backwards....completely!
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oh dear...not funny at all.....hmmm...let me try again....
That was actually crepe paper caught in my spokes
though I know what you were thinking, you silly folks,
you see I was cycling to my sister's wedding
cuz my car that day just would not start
after I'd used it to transport all the decorations
for it was my gift to her from the bottom of my heart....
So I was dressed very formally
running quite late that day
but when starting my car
it refused to obey!
Everyone in the family
was there already waiting for me
so I gave up on my car
and grabbed my bicycle
for the church was not that far....
But unbeknownst to me
a long piece of crepe paper
had stuck to my shoe
jumping in and out of the car...
as you do....
So I climbed on my bike
ready to ride, rather than hike,
but realized a trip to 'the loo'
was first necessary
before any peddling would ensue....
Um....oh no....
I really thought it was the crepe paper on my shoe
that got all wound round my spokes while I flew
.....oh dear....so everyone knew....
guess I must have had this backwards as well.....
oh swell....
And I forgot to tell
the moral of my story....
well, not the moral of this story
but could be some sort of allegory....
when you're the quick brown fox
jumping over the lazy dog
make sure this mutt is one you like
just in case you should slip
and end up touching lip to lip
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:16:53 AM | labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 2 04 PM
....and the new topics were....
1) grab a rumi
2) and I found that in a crab trap
3) Willie Wonka
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wow! holy cow!!
(a batman and robin moment)
I see previously
lipo offered an amazing book
that I'd truly love to take a look
with those whirling dancers of sufi
mixed with wisdom from rumi....
so my mind starts imagining visually
as I sit with my morning cup of tea
drinking in my fantasy
of whirling and twirling and dervishing
knowing perhaps I can't grab a rumi,
but writings from rumi will definitely grab me!
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crab trapping I am definitely voting for rosie!
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and now for something completely different.....
wee willie wonka
wanted to really bonk ya
but when he tried
you started to cry
feeling so sorry for the guy
(and you were raised never to lie)
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:20:50 AM | released butterfly on wings to grow
flying free.... afraid to go
wanting love to be just so
altering reality
wings take flight
wee hours of the night
vision coming from insight
carrying our treasure
flying with uncertainty
learning to fly steady
only when we're ready
trust these wings of light
The Train Journey....
Posted: 9/7/2009 128 AM | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:26:10 AM | Pull Up A Chair.......
Posted: 9/8/2009 455 AM
oh yes, dear friend
home is not the beginning or end
it is the place your heart does spend
wrapped beneath a quilt of love
enlightened passion from above
even feeling light within your strife
for you home your Spirit all your life
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:34:14 AM | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/1/2009 1141 PM
as the path is now made clear
light will shine and all will hear
the call of humanity
teaching us finally
to see our unity
and know with certainty
you are one with me
as is everybody
one body
one mind
one soul
one kind
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Posted: 9/2/2009 7:05:03 PM
who wept for them
when we found our children
lost in camps of concentration?
who wept for them
when we were lined up
and shot full of ammunition?
who wept for them
when there were too many dead bodies
no cemetary could cover them?
who wept for them
having been gassed to suffocation
we burned in man-made human ovens
who wept for them
when millions of our brethren
have been murdered so very young?
we are the weepers and grievers
for the deceivers we be
killing the soul of humanity
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Posted: 9/4/2009 834 AM
forces within
that tectonically churn
moving my heart to pieces
destructive breaking of my crust
leading to the deeper stuff
joy tempered with suffering
thrown in like a bargain
sometimes lost and wandering
through that same old dungeon
feelings so annoying
anger overflowing
at my lack of curbing
my autopilot's swerving
throwing me off course
where it's hard to find reverse
wishing for a patch of light
to shine through the black velvet night
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Posted: 9/7/2009 4 18 AM
hours that change warmth into a freeze
switching energies with such ease
as autumn's fire colours paint the trees
we are controlled by the season
turning over each year new leaves
finding peace of mind....please...
feelings within becoming uncertain
moods swing....no rhyme or reason...
moving with the the season
mirroring a deep reflection
energy changing to introspection
carrying the essence of being
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Posted: 9/8/2009 7 20 PM
all aboard in two by two's
the flood is here...it's time to choose
water rising as we faller deeper
caught in a never-ending whirlpool
life becomes our daily teacher
the stuff they just won't teach in school
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Posted: 9/9/2009 727 PM
quite strange the muscle memories
pumping blood through our bodies
feeling love unconditionally
if only it could be.....if only....
for we think we are not selfish with love
imagining we are forgiving like saints from above
when we all know when a shocking blow takes hold
we lose all perspective as our hearts grow cold
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Posted: 9/9/2009 11 35 PM
when my dancing shoes still fit my feet
life moves quicker and ever so sweet
until the day comes my feet feel caged
then my shoes come off upon the stage
dancing to my heart's delight
moving energy day or night
breathing deep releases my fright
glowing in the dancer's light
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Posted: 9/13/2009 6 35 AM
chose to play wrong type
attracted to a brand new sight
his gaze appeared full of light
bestowing love it felt that night
but love like his was fleeting
and constantly needs feeding
they send a message your heart's needing
then move on without a sound | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 4:36:08 AM |
awww...congratulations robyn
on the first birth of perhaps many grandchildren!
what a cause for celebration!!
wow....when our children have children
I can't even imagine.....yet.....
but my daughter is 25
determined to wait another five
and then we shall see what will be....
for both my older children know the responsibility
it takes when we re-produce our offspring....
they had no wish to do the same thing
so determined they have been
to enjoy life without parenting...
see they were twelve and ten when their brother arrived
and they truly helped me with him while I worked hard
single-parentally we not only survived
but altogether we really thrived.....
so quite recently my daughter suddenly said to me
she and her partner have decided actually
they would like to have children after all
when they realized how it can bring
a whole new level of loving
beyond one's own tunnel vision......
and I was pleased with their new thoughts
for I know they also are aware
parenting can truly be utterly challenging
with many a moment of genuine suffering
and questioning one's wisdom often....
but equally the joy is beyond imagination
for when we hold our children
the deepest sense of harmony rises within.....
so, congratulations again robyn!
may your childrens' children glow
with health and love and compassion
and may you come to know
the sacred blessing of grandchildren!!
I can be
Posted: 9/10/2009 600 PM | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 4:51:18 AM | Entry for September 14, 2009
Stepping stones
through this maze of life
Never ending time spent
looking for the ticket
to a show I"ve never even thought out completely
as if my wild ways and eccentricities will ever net
a gold mine for me to leave
to my children
DNA
Can you get by
being completely insane
feeling everything
magnified a thousand times
taking insults on TV
as personal
and making silent vows
to silence such offensive words
Speaking to all mechanical things
like the elevator
them listening
yes they do
the door opened
after I quarreled
the car will start
take me for granted
like everything else
so back to the stones
on the backs of men
I have passed many waters
unafraid and protected
but now alone
I cannot see the best path
my eyes are clouded with memories
that would not have existed
had I not pushed them forward
so the briars snag my pantyhose
yeah, that was a lie
I don't wear those
Except in the winter months
and as this freezing fog creeps into my home
I realize
the summer is over...
So, the woods will be passable
the time spent
not wasted
merely experienced
for what it's worth
I am not a toad
I am a prince
kiss me woman
let me show you my pad...
As the slime drips down
consuming my heart
and mind
escape is on the verge
of happening
but when?
I just don't know... | |
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duck!!
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Msg: 720 | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 1:53:19 PM | Carpet, Pechanga Casino
I’m buried in the carpet of my ancestors.
For years I’ve rolled over
the eagle, the buffalo, the drum beats, waiting
for their return. I unfold my tongue, take the lead,
choke on the stomp of gamblers.
At the pull of an arm,
hieroglyphics spin,
steps impressing images
on my mind. I’ve tasted the smiles
with a million quarters. I close my mouth,
a head without a body.
I have no where to go.
I cannot fall back. | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 2:40:17 AM | thank you sarah and duck for leaving your beautiful haunting words here....
....falling back....
to when?
to a time when love seemed more certain?
or a time when life seemed more sublime?
when all we cared about was having a good time?
when you could stop long enough to feel each line....
when did my life become so full
working all the time to make just one more dime?
is this why I sit here from time to time
and play with words and thoughts
though still stuck in rhyme
for it is here I let go of time
and let the soul of each writer
unfold within
exploring their vision
exploring their wisdom
expressing my passion
sitting here by this poetic ocean
feeling the waves splashing
soaking me thoroughly
words washing through me
sometimes falling back
to a time when my heart was mine
stepping freshly off the plane
not having yet played this confusing game
wishing for a time things were more tame
when love never meant having someone to blame
but the dearest friend you treasured
really beyond all measure
and marriage was a sacred ceremony
bonding for life and not for alimony
my words sound so disillusioned
but I know inside they almost lie
for I have not lost the dream or vision
I have not let my heart become imprisoned
of course it has taken its share of pain
as I know sometimes it's pain I've given
stemming from anger that's suddenly risen
and though some days when I let myself feel this way
that something deep within is missing
when I sit and be, quietly,
and just let my self breath calmly
and let the tears flow silently
I return to know without question
my life has been a quest of passion
each part appearing to be necessary
in learning to live respectfully, hopefully,
though disrespect seems to be the fashion
each connection learning to live lovingly
though sometimes appearing to act selfishly
knowing we all are on this same incredible journey
whether staying right here wherever we are
or stepping back in time or forward quite far
learning to be ok with all that we be
is accepting of life in its entirety
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Posted: 9/21/2009 2:07:55 AM | gathering from this past week's writing....
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 5 55 PM
it takes way too long to rhyme
if one is moving in rapid time
but if one can stop counting down
then timelessness will calm you down....
freeing you to stop and write
freeing you to watch the light
freeing you to stay up all night
(if your body says that feels alright).....
for you can step in and out of time
being in sync when your schedule needs
then releasing that hold when you just want to be
letting timelessness set you free
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Posted: 9/15/2009 809 PM
baiting
the last line
the last time
giving up on rhyme
love so sublime
hasn't happened round this pond
jumping in
diving in
swimming deep down
keeping just above ground
watching schools of fish swim by
catching glimpse of firefly
occasional lighting up the sky
sparkling glow in rhythm show
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Posted: 9/17/2009 4 21 AM
don't believe you can ever mute us
or start to think you can refute us
for we are one in this world we see
so if you want me to be, silently,
let yourself equally sit quietly...
eventually my faith tells me
we all will remember our unity...
the sacred part of our memory
the sacred heart of our beauty
this miraculous treasure
beyond measure
of all we be
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Posted: 9/18/2009 2:04:28 AM
so easy to become extinct
feeling we might have lost all instinct
for survival of this species
forgetting the teachings of our trees
forgetting the call of the birds and the bees
that for everything we take we must give equally
for we have been pollinating and propagating very selfishly
forgetting we are responsible for the whole of humanity
forgetting we are all part of one sacred family | |
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Posted: 9/21/2009 2:11:47 AM | Cinquain on the Membrane
Posted: 9/16/2009 8:00:56 PM
beauty
in unity
as one reality
perspectives reflecting just one
prism
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Posted: 9/18/2009 254 AM
disperse
this energy
acting less selfishly
freeing to live more lovingly
we smile | |
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Posted: 9/21/2009 2:13:22 AM | grace....
moving beauty
beauty moving
gracefully
simply
selflessly
freely...
Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/16/2009 7 13 PM | |
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Posted: 9/21/2009 2:23:09 AM | Haiku Connection - This is It !
9/13/09 - 9/21/09
choosing love/hate ~
never seeing energy
circling endlessly
~~~
living energy ~
spiralling eternally
wonderful life web
~~~
fantasies reborn
to become reality
lifetime memory
~~~
spark the life again
life-like animation of
soul'less invention
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years bleed onto floor
death of time forevermore
presently we stay
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yet I try some more
opening the corridor
stepping into me
~~~
played in tunes of rhyme
chords that hope to harmonize
uplifting spirit
~~~
into the twilight
stars shine bright in the darkness
autumn clear night air
~~~
with the rain teeming
o'er yonder where you're reading
while here is silence
~~~
and a rain of tears....
flooding overflowing years...
treasured water fall
~~~
and skies gentle tears
for her drenching's thirst quenching
moistened atmosphere
~~~
ignored by the world
the cosmic wheel keeps turning
equinox balance
~~~
now you can see me
open to your scrutiny
then closing again
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