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Posted: 1/13/2009 7:00:13 PM | love your last poem john...
interesting concepts up there you two..
i do not compare
nor judge
anymore
i try to seek
compassion
understanding
and
acceptance
i am not qualified
to tell another
how to live
but seek growth
in my own life
we all must find our own way
please do not follow me
i am wrong
i am right
i hold truth
i hold error
yet
i am forever
searching | |
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Posted: 1/13/2009 9:10:01 PM | Hmmm, a late night reflection I guess.....Ermm, hopefully it will still look ok in the morning, lol......Regardless, a fabulous gathering of feeling in your thread Rose:)
I run this path, this pace
With rythmn
Like the sands of time
Through deep forest dawns &
The faith
In between
All the miles &
The smile that hides my heart
Through dusty shards of
Sunlight licking me into shape
Changing
Sharply
Sweet
Like a song under my feet
Soft soil, dark beneath
A place to hide
Amongst all this concrete
Hardened
Weathered
Like the old oaks, maples
Skeletons of trees
Running away the day
Out of breath, through
The stir of an Autumn breeze
We are all the same
Throwing away the hours
You & me
Yet I feel safe....
Safe at this speed
Here
Between
A warm rain falling &
The black night sounding
Under moonlit clouds unseen
Forever
Passing wrought iron fences
Gothic with age
Surrounding those places where
Emerald moss & gravestones lay
There
Those.....
Subtle gray reminders
Stoic & sunken in heavy silence
Deep within the good earth
They all go by.....
They all go by without a word
Just a soft whisper through
The cemetary leaves
We are all the same
Throwing away the hours
You & me | |
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Posted: 1/13/2009 10:10:59 PM | Rose, I hope you don't mind our conversation here.
Phish: Thank you for another great write. Like Rose, I find myself drawn into your words, and your words moving through me.
Joro: We are on the same page in this. I either sufficiently mangled the concept or provided insufficient context for the "quote," because the way I took it to mean in the context of the movie is exactly what you said: We should privately check ourselves against people we respect. but with the added twist or depth of something like ~ do the people we respect, respect us also? Have I grown into the kind of person who receives respect from the kind of people I respect for the qualities they embody that I admire? Something like that. I still don't think I am communicating it quite accurately or clearly enough. Perhaps I took a different meaning from it than the movie intended? If I got the actual quote, it might make more sense. Yet, your comment makes me think it will end up being one of those kinds of sayings that is quite easy to interpret on many different levels (including the superficial, "keeping up with the Joneses" fashion).
My apologies for not being able to communicate my meaning more clearly at this time. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 2:24:31 AM | phish...what a poetic voice...and thought..again friend..thank you
bw...words are helping me to define who i am...but i seem to need to ask the right questions~
(took this over to truth's thread...just seemed appropriate...and brought it back again!)
i seem to be
on a mission in my mind
no poetic thought
but soul searching
i throw my words
into the wind
watching them slowly
drift to the ground
naive
myoptic
looking thru
rose colored lenses
pretending
life is but a dream
until he spoke to me
and i agree
words communicate spirit
good and bad
truth and error
(which frightens me)
i KNOW
the ugliness of the world
students now dead
zimbabwe
al-qaeda
capitalism gone awry
i want to cry
i need to ask
the right questions
to find my truth
yet sometimes
i want to float out to sea
and just let it be | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 2:59:54 AM | bringing it over from tanka...
trudging thru the snow
we follow our own journey
in dead of winter
we seek the signs of spring as
we silently search for truth | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 3:59:26 AM | bringing another tanka over...
this one for my friend...
his warmth greets the day
ray shines so brightly as he
rises in the sky
illuminates my world and
gently enlightens my soul
and here is a little sumthin' else...
a burst of energy
a ray of light
nuclear fission
guiding the night
words of pain
words of sorrow
words of hope
for tomorrow
wrapped in warmth
of his words
thoughts are painted
emotions stirred
(ok..i think i'm done now!!!) | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 9:55:54 AM |
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
wisdom spoken.....that was a great write Rose....i could feel you on that one (imagine that! lol) | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 11:29:09 AM | words communicate spirit / good and bad / truth and error
Hmmmm...
"(S)words"
Pen wielded, as if a sword
Cuts one
Which one?
All?
Blood runnels down the arm that wields it
Leaving scars long beyond the time
When stains fade
And words enduring can be left to bite
Even the wary
Like the razor bladed apple of
Halloween's reaping
'Pon a poster seen
Down the Disability Center way:
"Words hurt, too"
Do I even really need to say it?
Can folks really be that dense?
"Queer as Folk," not from my culture
Even topmost layer of meaning evades complete comprehension
Shall we not reclaim the labels from the wielders
And subsume their power into our own grace?
And yet
(S)words can be used to pierce festering wounds
To slice into distinctions
To drag that which lurks into Sunlight's bright shining
To inspire us to aspire
To let the teardrops fall, one by one, onto the page: cleansing
To comfort one, knowing one is within safety
Even to strike, blade first into the earth, providing a focal point for prayer
Pray, let us remember
The power of our (s)words | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 2:19:10 PM | To till the earth from crust to birth
a farmer finds his toil;
he finds no worth in making mirth,
but thinks through midnight oil.
So seedlings from his labor spring
when spring becomes mature,
and in his eyes they're everything
so he endures manure.
The farmers wife is washing clothes,
his children work the chores;
the man beholds whom he betroths,
his daughters work through sores.
How many sorrows purchase food,
who borrows from the poor;
For these, the farmers loving brood,
will never lock the door.
When harvest calls to market stalls
his life begins anew;
A man again, who stands and calls
for purchases not few.
Then as the fall descends to ice,
his labors grow restrained,
winter brings no sacrifice;
no reason to be pained.
While in the farmhouse, comforted,
his family comes to know
their father, mother, tormented
by how their children grow.
Knowing love through winter time
the children sleep aware;
aware of city life, sublime,
aware that they're not there.
Though neon calls for eyes to see,
and fashion calls their eyes;
these daughters see a vacancy
for love has made them wise.
-Remember "Little House on the Prairie? ...TV, I know, I know...just thinking. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 4:18:40 PM | Yeah so, lets just say this is a reflection of a not so good evening, lol......Not tryin to bring your thread down Rose, just needed to be said....... & your words are alarmingly well placed & appreciated by the way....thank you sweetheart, I needed that.
The truth is the impossible
We all love so madly at times
Each & on our own, by ourselves &
Hardly ever as close to the same
I am sorry to have ever dropped you
That fracture never really healed
Nor will it ever
Nor will it intact, remain
So we change.....
We fade.....
We slip.....
Further
&
Further.....
&
Far & away..... | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 4:24:41 PM | One more just to warm things up a bit again
The smell of ancient wood & pipe tobacco
Still permeate this place decades later
Where as a child
I played in the sawdust as my grandfather worked
His hard hands gracefully shaping things
That I could not see
Smiling
By the light of that old potbelly stove
From forest to mill to workshop
Maple & oak
He honed & shaped with such care
From his home to my mothers home
He saw long ago
Smiling
By the light of that old potbelly stove
Through thick coats of lacquer
And love
That these very things would
Someday rest in a home of my own | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 6:04:31 PM | oh...my head is dizzy!!!
bw...lovely write...so true about (s)words...
n2it..your write reminds me of my granny's childhood..
such hardworking farm people they were..
phish...your words have such depth...pain and sorrow..
i so get it..
...then i started to smell the oak and maple..ah,
and the old potbelly stove...love it!!
thank you all..such diverse, fine writes here...thank you.
(my mind is totally absorbed with your words...i can't even think!!!) | |
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Posted: 1/14/2009 7:31:19 PM | 2008
Was glad to see the back of 2007 and leave the pain behind
5 days into the new yr came my prince and my tunnel light...
51/2 mths later i sent him away.....
a new person emerged from the turmoil and was now herself stronger than ever
i knew he'd had been here for a season and the reason....
So we start another year ..this one will be for me to live ,grow and travel.....
cannot wait to start my feet itch to go....
where first......
ummm not sure
east i think...
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Posted: 1/14/2009 8:09:06 PM | hi there a'girl...
thank you for leaving your words here..
if we allow ourselves
we are always becoming
here's to a wonderful 2009!!!
again, thanks for stopping by
rosie
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Posted: 1/14/2009 8:22:45 PM | sweet, sweet ash...
i read your thread everyday
(in fact i was just reading it)
and get lost in the words..
such wonderful, wonderful words there...
you remind me soooooo much of me...
we are strong yet oh, so sensitive
you know i love you.
no question there...
ever.
rosie | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 4:39:56 AM | brought over from tanka...
caught in undertow
dark vortex swirls violently
current pulls below
relaxing i am released
and gently float to surface
..and still working thru it....
sharp arrow pierces
my heart and mind
confusion is so unkind
as he questions me
and my integrity
i will let him be
and walk away
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Posted: 1/15/2009 7:07:42 AM | Hmm...
I wear the past
as a comfortable mask
to hide behind before the task
it colour plain
its shape defined
it is most easy to hide behind
and so i stay
a dormant seed
sunlight and nutrient my need
but night reigns still
light is not there
The night holds but itself
it can not care
with but one single drop
I can break ground
fresh green shoots ever abound
A flower I will never be
but a bush, for shelter
I would be to thee
Strong and stout
and rooted there
high in the world
without a care | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 3:10:10 PM | " Strong and stout and rooted there/ high in the world without a care..."
got me thinking flashback....
Sirens on the night wind
Full moon in the sky
Rememberin' how I used to feel
When I wished that I would die
Walking on the boardwalk
Salt spray in the air
Heading towards the drawbridge
I jumped off on a dare
Thinking back when I was King
and working in a bar
I tread those same boards every day
It feels so very far
Selling the old kids qualudes
Stealing the young kids' beers
Living the life of the big man
running of childish fears
Always considered the strange one
Always the one to get crisp
Never the one to get what he wanted
Always the one to get pissed
Hung up at the drawbridge
Lettin' boats out and boats in
Thinking up a stupid poem
Wearin' a sh-t-eatin' grin
The bridge went down, a cop walked by
Said "Kid, ya know the bridge is down"
"Who is it your waiting for"
"What is it you want?"
He asked "so what ya doing kid?"
"Why dont you move along?"
I said Im thinking about the beachgrass
and thinking up a song
He said "All you long haired hippy freaks"
"I swear your all the same"
"You walk around here all spaced out"
"and then you pass the blame"
"So lets just move along, kid"
"But first lets check those eyes"
"Tell me what your up to kid"
"And dont tell me no lies"
I was now a tad pissed off
for I had told the truth
I said Im thinking about the grass
of death and of my youth
He said "whats that about grass and death?"
"I better run you in"
"We dont like that kinda talk here"
"We dont want your youthful sin"
I said hey wait now occifer
that aint no way to be
I aint done nuthin wrong
so please, just let me be
He said "This aint harrassment"
"So dont you get me wrong"
"your eyes and hair say one thing"
"your too dumb to write a song"
They took a set of pictures
and rolled my hands in ink
Threw me in the jail cell
and left me there to stink
Again I asked him 'bout the charges
He said "There aint no rush"
"I am slow at typing"
"so why dont you please hush"
I spent the night a-wondering
why some things never change
how small the world's becoming
why cant we re-arrange
Well the sun came up and the cop came in
said "Kid, its time you walk"
"I hope that you learned something"
"Cuz beachgrass just dont talk"
I finally kept my mouth shut
as par, a bit too late
i said, yes sir Mr. Occifer
I shouldnt f-ck with fate
The moral of the story
in case you wonder why
its when your talking ot occifers
i can pay to tell a lie | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 4:33:09 PM | swill? swill?!?
Sometimes swill is sweet
upon the tongue that strives
to extend its palate
from high class stuff to dives
rough and tumble, some are such
that fumble with their word
yet those with eyes and hearts to see
have found the meaning, heard
so there!  | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 4:49:09 PM | K. ya got me Bear. well anyway, I wrote this to stick in the middle of the previous one after it was finished. It goes in after the verse which is repeated. as if it matters where it goes.
Hung up by the drawbridge
Letting boats out and boats in
thinking up a poem
wearin' a sh-t eating grin
The wind blew through the beachgrass
and I could here them say
"you crazy humans come and go"
"but we are here to stay"
"How come you humans make so much noise?"
"Why cant you just be still"
"Why do you need to change things"
"Why is it you kill?"
I said to the beachgrass
Cuz we think we're always right
But you have an advantage
Roots that hold you tight
"Yeah, but we too must absorb"
"To grow or else we'll die"
"And we too cant imagine"
"How to live a life thats dry"
This may be true, but you hang out
where you need just what you'll find
Cuz its never dry down by the river
I know all about your kind.
(Then the cop shows up and the rest is history...) | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 5:09:09 PM | joro... I like it better with the addition, gives it more fullness. Yum.
"Yeah, but we too must absorb"
"To grow or else we'll die"
"And we too cant imagine"
"How to live a life thats dry"
Is EXTRA yummy! | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 5:28:54 PM | | thats just beachgrass talking, but thanks. and BTW, i coulda read the bucket list thing hastily. there are multiple ways of reading it in hindsight. and i didnt see it to boot. so no hard feelings on that 1. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2009 5:58:14 PM | Conductor (taps upon the podium, raises baton):
"Okay, okay, now before we start the score,
you each and all have parts to play
as you will see upon the page;
yet room is left for improvisations fine
and for fiddling and play.
"I don’t expect you each to stick
to parts before you laid
there is more to each of you
than ‘tis scribed upon a page.
"Sometimes in interactivity
your notes will flow full throated,
at other times the ones beside you
will wonder what tune you spoke of.
"In places as these where freedom reigns
and voices are free to express
sometimes we stumble or speak thoughts half-formed;
we each just do our best."
And just in case it was not clear
and fences need be mended,
no offense was taken there
nor in mine intended.
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