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| The Burning Crow Part 3
Posted: 4/19/2006 1:04:38 PM | Thanks Om, but I think I may work on it some more(you know how that goes LOL LOL)
Part 3 of The Burning Crow
Yet, as the wind untangles my hair
I will tell the story of a weary butterfly
Blinded from a journey thick with thorns
how she came to be trapped in a burning room
paralyzed with fear at the ever changing doors
and then I will speak with sadness
of how a crippled crow
escaped his chains
to carry the trembling butterfly atop
his laughing wings
safely thru a hidden threshold
into the garden of the ultimate
then this crippled crow slammed shut
the door behind him and as if
love’s arms beckoned,
turned and flew straight back into
the fire which consumes him still | |
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| The Legend of Sucram, The Burning Crow
Posted: 4/19/2006 6:10:50 PM | The Legend of Sucram
The Burning Crow
I dreamed a dream for you
cradled in the arms of
pink violets and purple daffodils,
resting in a warm snow melting with
the nectar of love
you dreamed a different dream,
In the place where the dead walk,
that canyon crest where healing breathed,
your spirit, like fingers in my hair
whispers to me of a wounded crow
who confined himself with 'the nothing that is,
locked behind bars lined with his legends
who melted the prison keys of redemption
within some fiery cloud,
darkening windows to block
even sun’s sustenance from touching him
Yet,
while the wind untangles my hair
I will tell the story of a weary butterfly
Blinded from a journey thick with thorns,
how she became trapped in a burning room
paralyzed with fear at ever changing doors
I will go on to speak with sadness
of how a crippled crow
escaped his self imposed chains
to carry this trembling butterfly on
his laughing wings
across a hidden threshold
into the garden of the ultimate.
Then with silent speed,
this wounded crow slammed shut
the door behind him, and as tho
it was love’s arms beckoning,
turned and flew straight back
into a fire which consumes him still
yet,
I dream a new dream for you,
A burning crow
emerging from the ashes,
Transformed into a beacon for the lost,
life’s songbird,
rebuilding keys to your deliverance
while resting patiently,
certain in the promises
of a warm, melting snow that
another voice will sing
and together you will celebrate
Contentment's harmonious song. | |
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| In Memory
Posted: 4/20/2006 6:11:54 AM | We buried my aunt today
A fragile, sweet, generous spirit
.........She was 88
She lived alone the last 20 years
since her husband of 50 years died
And as they sang "Amazing Grace"
I thought
I don’t want to live
another 40 years
....Without
...... You | |
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| Sick Lucid Sex Dream
Posted: 4/20/2006 7:10:09 AM |
Sick (?) Lucid Sex Dream
BM: loved the poem, just not sure what exactly is sick about it??? LOL | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 30 | |
| In Memory
Posted: 4/20/2006 12:06:28 PM | Sorry drea to hear that..:)
love your burning crow poem also! I venture to guess who its about...?
But this one made me think of my aunt, she's 86 and phoned me last weekend.
I wrote and sent her a poem a few weeks back. I only met her a half dozen
times, now she battles cancer and told me she lost a stone, which must make her about
7 stones now (12 pounds per stone I think). My aunt, that I felt more connection to
than my mother, funny that...Ok, off the top of my head...hope you don't mind
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On distant shores frail stands sitting and knitting death to await
Distant love touched slightly our hands of fate
Still, in charge of her faculties this nurse of war years, late
Knits more love to my few memories of memories great
Lynne
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| In Memory
Posted: 4/20/2006 3:20:32 PM | Thanks Om, your poem fits my aunt also, especially these lines. She was always making something for someone, knitting or jelly, etc. She will be missed.
Knits more love to my few memories of memories great
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| THE POETRY EDITOR
Posted: 4/20/2006 3:23:54 PM | This was a fragment of a real dream that brought a smile to me when I woke up.
The Poetry Editor
There he is, right THERE!
Bouncing to and fro in the air
From the control key to the screen
Short and fat, not tall and lean
Of course that description can hardly fit
No bigger than my thumb, an annoying twit
A strange looking creature this little guy
Long tan polyester coat, huge red polka dot tie
An orange top hat with a huge floppy brim
Cat in the hat, is that HIM?
NO, he looks more like a flying penguin
Rearranging my lines, sometimes to trim
Picking up my words and dropping elsewhere
That’s not the poem I wrote, I SWEAR!
But that tiny little creatures sitting there!
So see it is not MY fault, it is all his fault for playing with my words. | |
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| For Alex
Posted: 4/22/2006 4:35:23 PM | I DREAMED YOU CAME BACK TO ME
..............For Alex
I still see you standing there
with those dark, ancient eyes,
that first instant we met at Lea's house.
I didn't know who you were. I thought
you were Lea's boyfriend.
You were 30. I was 36.
But I could see in those deep eyes
a mirror of my own, reflecting a certainty
we were not strangers you and I,
and I stumbled disoriented thru the
door, struggling to try to hide what
I was feeling when our eyes first met.
You never stopped looking at me
while we were at Lea's house, but
she was like a little sister to me
and I forced reality to the front of
my mind and pretended not to notice,
desperate to control the burning confusion
raging within me.
I was grateful when we left for the dance
and Lea said she didn't want to go. I knew
I could not hide from Lea what I was feeling
for too long. Yet, I missed you with an unexpected pain
the second you were out of my sight. It was like
I was leaving part of myself behind and this
vast space inside of me that had suddenly opened
in your presence seemed empty now.
But, you showed up at the dance and
I realized I had known that you would…
as if we had read each other's minds from that
very first minute of our meeting.
I felt you in the room before I saw you
and as you walked straight to me I didn't realize
I wasn't breathing until you silently took my
hand and led me to the dance floor.
We danced until our shirts were soaking
wet. I felt like I was in a dream, afraid if
we stopped dancing I would wake up. You told
me I needed some water to rehydrate and you
left me for a moment and I again was consumed
with a yearning to have you near again. You
returned with a cup of ice and as you began
whispering in my ear stories of places you had
been, how you loved the people of Africa, how you
wanted to go back some day, you lifted the back of my
dripping shirt and put your hand filled with ice on my skin.
Your hand seemed to melt into me. You didn't feel strange
on my bare skin, it was as if I had known your touch forever.
I mumbled something about Lea and you smiled and told
me she was not your girlfriend. You had
only come to check on her for Ronnie, her dad, another
pilot like you, your best friend and someone I had known my entire life.
We were both silent as you gently put your cheek against
mine with a feeling merging into me of such tenderness,
I became so dizzy I fell backwards into your arms.
We stood that way, your arms holding me gently and your breath
on my cheek, emotions flowing, completing,
remembering somehow, as if we were together finally
after being apart for too long. We no longer were aware
of the music or chatter all around us. Words were not necessary;
it was like we knew each other's every thought, as if there had been
many lifetimes between us.
It was as if our souls had finally been reunited at the very heart of God.
My sister came to tell me it was time to go.
You didn't want to leave me either I could tell,
so we all went to breakfast at a little all night cafe.
While you politely answered everyone's questions, your
leg pressed firmly against mine as if to let me
know we wouldn't be separated again. You began telling me
childhood stories and it was as if we had been separated from each
other for a little while and you were simply filling in the missing days
since we were last together.
I knew you didn't want to leave me that night, but I sent you away with a torrent of conflicting emotions...I burned inside with your essence after you left, but there was a blissful happiness too, because I KNEW we would be together again soon. I knew you would call before the weekend and I knew I would never send you away again.
On Wednesday my sister called me at work saying quietly "I have something to tell you about Alex". "He crashed his plane today and he's dead".
Was it all just a dream? If not, what fate is this that I lost you again? What lesson is it I am meant to learn that I am not learning to have to endure this kind of pain over and over again?
Rumors flew around. Some say you died doing what you loved. Some say it had to be suicide; it looked like you just flew straight down. Were you thinking of me when it happened? Ronnie said you talked about me to him those days before you left me again. He loved you too, you know, and neither of us will ever be able to fill that opening you left inside us. Somehow your leaving is something only Ronnie and I can share. It is like he and I have a secret no one else knows, three loner’s who never felt alone when in each other’s presence… Trying to find the answers this life is meant to bring to us.
I still see you vividly standing there with those ancient eyes…..loving me…knowing me….as no one else ever will… | |
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| For Alex
Posted: 4/23/2006 12:46:22 PM | from Sidberry's Calling all Angels
and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
it's almost...it's almost as if
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means
but if you could...do you think you would
trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving | |
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| REWINDING
Posted: 4/24/2006 11:33:36 AM | REWIND
The Queen of Repeat
That’s what you used to call me
When I pressed the rewind key
To hear that song again
And for me the simplest things
Are always the most profound
I rewind your silence over and
over again in my heart | |
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 36 | |
| REWINDING
Posted: 4/24/2006 12:12:19 PM | you've been busy writing drea, thanks for the reads/sharing...they seem quite personal...
The Queen of repeat
Writing in her dream thread throne
Memories rewind
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| REWINDING
Posted: 4/27/2006 11:14:49 PM | I remember
walking so long
searching and reaching
for that oh so long ago
there was something that touched me
it gripped me
and threatened to never let me go
where are you now
my angel
my devil
my reason
for letting go
I have carried this sword
it has become a weight
I can no longer bear
I long to strike out
and take the memories
from your hair
with this blade
it keens for you
it sings for you
it is a longing
that my soul
has forgotten
it moans
a song
of loss
and regret
it lies
in
wait
to slice your
indifference
my blade is keen
it is sharpened
for
your
means to
bathe
in my
regret
always
this
regret
why do you take me
and leave me
wondering
if I'll ever
know | |
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| REWINDING
Posted: 4/27/2006 11:22:00 PM | There is loss in a dream...
it grips you and leaves you feeling obscene and lost.
I have never been the kind of man to let everything go...
to show...
how I feel and to whom it's foretold.
To you I write this incandescent speech,
that leaves me confused and alone.
I saw you once.
You were waiting.
You were waiting for me, only me.
There wasn't a sense of rescue or salvation...
only this waiting...
for me...
to come.
Myself...
all that you wanted me to be.
Only myself...
your knight,
your prince,
your poet...
lying here,
waiting
in agony.
I have forgotten the touch of blindness
I have forgotten that sense of nothingness
there is nought that can keep me
except you
My destiny
my color is all
dark
and
grainy
without
you
Dreams you damn me
and save me
all within a breath
of waking | |
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| LYRICMUSE POEMS
Posted: 4/28/2006 7:35:55 AM | Wow lyricmuse, you summed up everything I was trying to say in a few words it seems *smile.
I was breathless as I read these. You caught so much of that emotion I was looking for. I feel inspired to try again. Your name is fitting *smile.
dreams you damn me
and save me
all within a breath
of waking | |
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| LYRICMUSE POEMS
Posted: 5/1/2006 8:01:55 AM |
your
dream force invaded
my own
a desert landscape
barren
but for my life's energy
magically transformed
like directed liquid
from an overturned oil lamp
seeping into your fingertips
flowing through you hungrily
swelling in the craters
of your emptiness
melding cell to cell
yours
mine
intertwining
returning
to
the
beginning
sigh.... if only
it were possible
to remain that
mystical energy
after awakening
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om
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Joined: 4/6/2006
Msg: 41 | |
| LYRICMUSE POEMS
Posted: 5/1/2006 9:24:47 AM | Ah, her dream child wakes, with a sigh...
could it be.. a nice dream guy was near by?
Nice drea!
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lyricmuse, nice stuff also
love this dream thread concept! | |
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| LYRICMUSE POEMS
Posted: 5/2/2006 9:51:43 PM | This dream thread really makes you reach for a feeling that is so often unknown upon waking. Thanks for starting this drea. I don't usually give my stuff a title on the forums, but I would have to call this strange little ditty...
A Place to call Home
Awaken
to nothing before me but
wanting more of the same
that soothing
liquid embrace
of dreams
in haste I
rush to sleep denying
the moments awake
that threaten
that liquid embrace
my dreams they haunt still
like insistent song
of a bird
outside my windowsill
Calling me sweetly
become one with us
be wrapped
in the sweet release
of beautiful
monotony
A place to call home | |
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| LYRICMUSE POEMS
Posted: 5/3/2006 9:00:23 AM | alas Om, just a dream, no one to touch on this plane that i want to touch *smile.
Lyricmuse whose name fits him so well, another great dream inspiration which will no doubt haunt my own dreams
my dreams they haunt still
like insistent song
of a bird
outside my windowsill
Calling me sweetly
become one with us
be wrapped
in the sweet release
of beautiful
monotony
A place to call home | |
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| For my lost Friend
Posted: 5/3/2006 9:05:13 AM | Dream For a Struggling Friend
(who relapsed after 11 years clean)
Come back into the Light
At the edge of my dream
i saw a purple snow
i twirled into the light
arms outstretched to the sun
as warm snowflakes of love
melted deep within me
I reached for you in the
darkness, but you pulled away
slithering back into your
empty cave
barricaded with rocks
of rotten death | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/3/2006 9:13:30 AM | | What a heart palpadating dream! How wisely you put it to use taking it from a paralyzing nightmare to puposeful tool. Thank you for sharing so eloquently and evoling a caution as we step into others paths. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/3/2006 10:02:04 AM | | Wow, I've read on from the first dream. Thank you all for reminding of what it feels like to live. Keep up the good work, I need something to read. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/3/2006 10:44:18 AM | Katiesfrontporch
a philosophical katie
sits on her front porch
pondering a dream to share
from her own glowing torch
Thanks for stopping by Katie, your comments are really appreciated.
Your mail settings have all of us blocked from emailing you tho *smile. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/3/2006 7:37:43 PM | | Awww, a poem for me. I'm honored and quite frankly a bit in awe how easily your words flow. Enjoy your blessing, I am! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/3/2006 7:48:52 PM | Oh wait, my mail settings are incorrect? To be honest I'm not that familar. I haven't been that active on this site until today when I found the forums...........and a little bit of civility.
What setting may be blocking you? I have allowed both genders, but have tried to block those seeking dating and intimate encounters. I am not ready for that scary ride, but do miss adult conversation. | |
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