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Posted: 1/8/2009 6:36:39 PM | as the new year is upon us
we have a chance to rediscover life
watch the earth shed the season past
making room for new growth
blossoms to come
flowers to smell
embrace the grace of mother earth
as we enter yet another year
shed quilt allow hate to die
remember the lesson learned
understand that magic is within and should never be suppressed
awaiting new adventures
new friends
old friends
journey to places unseen
finding beauty in all things
excitment fills the air as jupiter comes near
luck and joy begin this year.
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/8/2009 7:23:27 PM | hambone..yep..you sooooo get it!!!
thanks for dropping some of your sweetness here!
joro...thank you for continuing to post...who knew you were sooo full of wisdom??...(actually, i did!!...just glad you're sharin' it!!)
wings...what a wonderful way to begin the page..i love the word 'ethereal'...it sooo describes your write!...thank you...please stop by again...
rosie~ | |
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Posted: 1/8/2009 7:39:15 PM | Dreamed joys , desires fantasies,
not all found, or faded
Close too, they came, but trailing shadowcast sorrow and regret like
Old lovers, buried deep but still near,
they cannot rise
And like a gravedigger who know the dead too well to lament,
and the living too well not to laugh,
I will shake off that dust, and with empty hands
turn again, smiling,
Still hopeful... | |
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Posted: 1/8/2009 8:13:27 PM | amatis...
beautiful...honestly, when i first read it, it left me speechless...
thank you...
i pulled this off of youe post on another thread...thought it fits nicely here as well...
"It is a mournful task to break the sombre attachments of the past"
~Victor Hugo
glad you stopped by..and again, thank you.
rosie~ | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 8:17:51 AM | confused, abused
maybe delusional
ain't what it seems
maybe it's a dream
or just the way it is
can't get the rules
they're not the ones i use
but have a lot to do
looking in the mirror
the voices i hear
are not one of the past
new songs are sung
i have only begun
to live my life at last | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 8:39:46 AM | Hmm.
I was thinking the same thing off line.
this is what i came up with. sorry if i didnt hammer out the details yet....
I woke this morning
to the death of color
the passage of pleasure
the dimming of twilight
the shrinkage of the circle
the settling of summits
the immutability of matter
the denial of intercourse
No substance to art
No loss in war
No humanity to life
no emotion to deed
To a world grown old
Propelled by pessimism
Too busy, too sooty
locked on visions of the next victory
Death of myth and vanished lands
Nothing left to discover
Explorers and sailors
left but to tell past stories of gold
No sense of destiny
Living day to day
No dying or longing
No Spirit of Evolution
As all space and time
All our stars and suns
collapse selfishly inward
solely for consumption
Empty oceans
Rivers of death
No religion or identity
just global franchized homogeneity
From poems to lectures
From telescope to microscope
From religion to anatomy
From love to chemistry
From balance to contradition
dysfunctional democracy
yearning for noursishment
in the fleeting light of permanence
To again be but Life
temporarily locked inside our bodies
Writing lyrics in sand
for verses eternal
How I long to believe
the horizon the edge of the earth
How I long to be amazed
by the birth of butterflies
To climb a tree for the perfect apple
to shoot bottles with a slingshot
to color outside the lines on purpose
To again have hope in rainbows | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 8:52:16 AM | I love this place Rosie.....A feast of words....Thanks again....& on that note i'll leave you this:
Somewhere along the way
I found myself growing old alive
In odd places where people still wave
With friendly faces never really
Knowing who you are or
Where you came from nor
Never knowing where it was that you belong
Never knowing how it was that
Strangely
Somewhere along the way
You found yourself rising far
Above your very own time
Seeing nothing, nothing, but
You very own life scattered like
Sharp dusty rays of sunlight
Languid fading through a deep sea
Of leaves somewhere south of here
Drifting
Somewhere along the way
Down this path where we had found
Such a love, such a love for whom
We could never forever replace
One who rinsed the dirt of our hands
One with whom we somehow
Together, brought the other
To life...& so on in life it dies
Gradually
Somewhere along the way
As the light cuts a summer breeze
Of lazy blooms, violet whispers slow
With the dying rythmn of the sun
Whose sharp copper threads
Bright like fingers low through the dusty
Glow of grassy grains thick this time
Of year like the fog we wade
Fumbling
Somewhere along the way
To find ourselves, knees taut
Drawn tight against our jaws
Our eyes still as the stone
Our breath quiet as the the fear
While we watch the seasons fall
Like clear blue tears nothing but
Glimmering white scars leaving fine trails
Leading
Somewhere along the way
To those saddest of days where
We as fathers tried so hard
To convince ourselves of love again
Standing so very far above those
Young men beyond death whos only
Cry was lost loves very name
Fading
Somewhere along the way
Upon a path brutally twisted
One where we had forgotten to feel
One where we knew we should not be
Adrift in madness somewhere lost
Amidst these golden fields
Waging silent wars within
That soul who.....somehow......Who
Somewhere, along lifes path.......
Found its way | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 11:03:30 AM | again, love the words being written, spoken here, so much honesty from each person....
offering a tanka written yesterday and a last line, first line just written.....
tears flow down my cheeks
gracefully land in my lap
like swans in a pond
silently swimming as one
pairs forming hearts with their necks
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
refreshing, those times,
when delight draws us near
welcoming all that's to be,
right now, this new year
daring to be what we
wish, think and hear
for this is the day
paving the way
to all you hold dear | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 1:19:08 PM | john....
my meager offering is waaaaay too rough
i know i need to smooth it out some
but your words my friend
ding, ding, ding!!!
right on the mark there
yep
that is it
you got me head a spinnin’!
(sound like bird there, huh??!)
thank you.
phish...
you grabbed my hand
and my soul
and carried me away
on yet another journey
beautiful words my friend
and nice trip!
thank you.
we...
read that one on the tankas
and sweets, it’s beautiful
LOVE it
thank you for briniging it over
and thanks for bringing over
last line/first line as well
hadn’t read it before...lovely.
Happy day all...and again...thank you...rosie.. | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 4:41:43 PM | the year of past
went way to fast
i'd hoped it last
this year
seems clear
the future holds no fear
and after that
i won't feel that drat
we'll sit around and all get fat..............<-;
...............................Rose | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 6:40:05 PM | Errmmm, not so sure this fits here, but since this place has kinda become a refuge for me & I thank you for that Rose, this is where its goin'.......Justa a poem of a place in time.....I kind miss it:(
I was the dead wood &
The still water
Black voids where
Moonlight shone
Alone, like
The coyotes howl
Comfort in the still of this land
Here in my home
Of aged stone
Etched by a desert wind
I was the sound of sand
& small crickets
A hum in the night
The black outlines of cactus
A contrast in the sky
The universe in my hand
Bright
Stars
Planets
Meteorites
Moulded by time
I was the shadow of life
Massive, no mere man
Out here in
The middle of nowhere
Among the wise pinon
The screach of an owl
Between all four seasons
Day in, day out
Somewhere, somehow
Beyond a dream
& the desert floor, warm
Among the broken clouds &
Strange light, brushes
Painting
This rugged land alive
Past the crackling fire
Between the moon & me
Beyond the black silhouette
Of a cigarette in my hand.....
& a western breeze
You can almost taste the freedom...... | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 6:50:13 PM | ahhhhh phish...i think i'm in love!!
am spending time in south eastern arizona every month
(job related, yeah, am a lucky lady)
and sooo get what you are saying...
thank you for leaving it here...
and
¡mi casa es su casa!
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/10/2009 8:55:06 PM | Mmmm, love me the desert.....Spent 8 years in the Southwestern corner of Colorado...Loved it...Just no women, lol.....Anyways, heres another....Just a memory, a warm one despite the tone:(
Fear not his spirit be forlorn over time nor need
His body lay not far from here
Growing wild mountain flowers
Between the dark cracks of an ol' stone grove
Through a soft mountain breeze
He was a hard man with heart living a hard life
& so he died in a hard way with heart
Not a tear filled his eye
Nearly blind his veined hands grasping for a God
A holy ghost......Only his pale eyes could see.....
His young tendrils branching from the oceans deep
Through the sea of a fathers eye before & the man prior
They had all found a love within this destiny
& so had I & like the tide
I washed in alone &
Prayed beside his bones on my knees never knowing
When I would ebb, reciting every psalm
His only son, that mind ever clear had past moved on
A large man once now so small dying in my arms
Free of sadness, without relent
No one knew of the wounds within his heart
The ravens eye watched with black intent
My hand warm in his cold never wanting to part
Rasping voices of sadness relayed
Somewhere in the dark
The clocks ungrieving sound played with time
No remorse within its cogs to be heard, ticking
Taking, making way for those wretched birds
Ebony lords so far above
A sign
No lament, no word the circle just closed
The scythe fell shimmering, a glimpse of light
In the dark so deep within those white globes
A faint slight amber tone
Far below
Death crept in quietly taking his last breath
With such regret, a blind eye to the God he saw
Adrift upon the wind of a black night in early Fall
He with the earth, absconds
Like a mystery, like ash
Above the vineyards & beyond the blue ridges
To where the seagulls scream like angels
Picking at the spiders picking his body clean
Never anybody, just a soul
Beaming
Never seeing him to the earth instead I alone
Stood in the sunlit jungle where we became men
Beneath a canopy of dense green leaves
So very far from home &
I saw that glow....that light
Here like thieves we stole the earths sons
Ghosts exchanging darkness fueled by pride
Animals perfect in our environment
Yet, here &
Here alone, I rested upon damp knees & cried
From those days on since those days gone
I wear his name, his words about my neck
Like a favorite song
Steel reminders on a chain of a war never won
Cold against my chest yet somehow so very.....Warm | |
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Posted: 1/11/2009 8:21:37 AM | ( oh and phish...rereading what i wrote last night..yes, your words are descriptive, naked, at times harsh but oh, always so beautiful..you have the ability to navigate with your words..drawing you reader into your poem....i always feel that i've gone on a journey...of self discovery...such talent...)
bringing this over from annie's tanka thread and autumn's moon thread...i know, they're making the rounds...but want to lay them here as well....
last night our walk was sooo beautiful...this morning...fog...oh, well...
rising of the moon
her brilliance kisses the night
light for those who seek
her compassion and wisdom
a beacon forevermore
as he slowly fades
in hues of orange and purple
into the twilight
silhouetted oaks twisting
mightily into the night | |
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Posted: 1/12/2009 7:14:36 AM | i actually posted this in my other thread..riddled with errors..
so let me hone it a bit...
but am not quite finished with it..
Reflection on the word
ayn rand
her words
the truth
words carry spirit
either good or bad
her words carry
interesting thoughts
but he warns me
protect yourself from thoughts
that are not the real truth
how i respond to
the word determines
my next step in life
distinguishing
between right and wrong
is easy but
distinguishing
between truth and error
is more difficult
because my word
your word, her word
are tainted
with our perspective
of the truth
choose a center reference
for all truth
where words
ebb and flow with the tide
words are emotional
some are masters
with their stories
due to the human thought
we have our own truths
i wonder about the stories
pasted down thru the millennium
and am left
knowing less
than i did before | |
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Posted: 1/12/2009 9:40:44 AM | Well Rosie, you hit the nail on the head with that one....seems so easy for words to get turned around depending on perpspective......Awesome write
distinguishing
between right and wrong
is easy but
distinguishing
between truth and error
is more difficult
because my word
your word, her word
are tainted
with our perspective
of the truth
.....How true.
Just another rant of mine... another place in time.
This place
Where I reside
Deep in shadow
Without sentry
Devoid of bars
Beyond that
Strange light
Where.....
You may not see me
But....
You may just see the scars
Between
The sea & the
Dark hours
Across the
Strange flesh &
White numbness
From afar
Where....
You may not feel me
But...
You may just feel the scars
Left lone
From wounds
Of love & life
Despite my plea
Upon a star
Falling fast, a streak
Across some
Cold universe
Where...
You may not see me
But...
You may just see the scars
You may not know
How they came to be
Or how they healed
Just...
Take them for what they are
Just know in the end, that they
Are only..... scars....
Souvenirs that
We somehow
Never
Discard | |
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Posted: 1/12/2009 3:40:34 PM | phish...again, beautiful.
thank you...
ok....here's one i'm working on...
i love that intimacy
right after
we share our bodies
laying in the afterglow
vulernable
to each other’s
thoughts and dreams
sometimes i cry
knowning
these moments
are but fleeting | |
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/12/2009 8:10:52 PM |
one can never have a shortage of kindred souls.
Joro, I quite agree. I recently had a guy hit me up from across the continent, trying to engage me with "you can never have too many friends." I tried to explain why I disagree, and he just didn't get it. Obviously not a kindred soul. I'm glad to have begun finding such kin here on this site, and in threads like this in particular. Thanks again, Rosie, you beautiful darling. I will post some writing here when I have something relevant.
Thanks everyone who posts on Rosie's threads. I can't think of one post yet that I haven't appreciated. | |
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Posted: 1/13/2009 4:01:31 AM | i think i said this better in a tanka...
our intimacy
lying in the afterglow
so vulnerable
to each others thoughts and dreams
baring our souls together | |
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/13/2009 3:43:04 PM | Bearwoman, Rose, Phish...
was following this whole thing ( to which I agree btw), and thought i would add this:
Come in from the cold
Stop feeling old
Said an Old Soul to Me
Come in and sing
Share the passion you bring
Of freedom that is yet to be
Then all things just fell
To the flames of hell
There was nuthin but a dark silence
But no one could tell
For they were already in hell
And took as but an annoyance
A wise ghost who knew power
Handed me a flower
Held death in his hand that was right
Though things can get dour
One should never sour
Never turn from the beauty and bright
So what should I sing for
Beauty or War?
Should I cut to the core and skip the surface
For both love and blame
Can seem one and the same
the world can seem like its lost its purpose
We are body and soul
Both diamond and coal
Though we hide through wars of false factions
I reflect in a mirror
But my insides are clearer
We are measured alone by our actions | |
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/13/2009 4:28:03 PM |
We are measured alone by our actions
So true, so true. All of our actions--including our internal ones that no one can see except through how they manifest in our attitudes and "external" actions. All layers of the same onion, as it were. I tell potential suitors: I will give your words the benefit of the doubt, yet only time (experience) will tell me if they are true. In other words, don't expect me to put my critical thinking in abeyance simply because you insist you are not a player... lol.
I hope to have cultivated myself to be the kind of person I could admire. I like the concept from the movie, "The Bucket List:" the value of a life can best be seen(?) by measuring yourself against those who measure themselves against you. Something like that. It has made me re-think some things. I believe I like what I see. 
And on that note, I am going to finish waking up, go get some pizza, visit with a friend who came by to help me, and ponder some more.
 to all | |
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| reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 1/13/2009 4:43:50 PM | "I like the concept from the movie, "The Bucket List:" the value of a life can best be seen(?) by measuring yourself against those who measure themselves against you."
I am sorry, but I have to totally rebel against this. belief. sounds like a recipe for brain dead homogeneity. We should privately check ourselves against people we respect. i think i agree with that. but we should never measure ourselves against anyone except our own belief system and expectations, take praise and criticism from respected peers. Live and learn. but just never compare.
Just my opinion. i might be wrong.
J | |
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