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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/12/2009 11:34:17 PM | Coffee in Montreal
I'd certainly go. (can't)
I have a funny, little lady going soon.
Would you coffee her?
Certainly, let me know. | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/13/2009 3:59:03 AM |
Coffee in Montreal
I'd certainly go. (can't)
I have a funny, little lady going soon.
Would you coffee her?
Certainly, let me know.
Yes, certainly. I'll have a funny little coffee with her.
Jer | |
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| When Love is Dead
Posted: 5/15/2009 4:33:57 PM | In the quest for the original, originary, pre-archic
words, an image,
makes it all seem worthwhile, instead of the original, what
appears is a cliche, but put that way, with the other original sighting,
appears original, not else.
nothing is ever dead, only quiet, or senescent, or dehiscient,
add to that water, warmth, or
it lingers along in so many heated places | |
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| When Love is Dead
Posted: 5/16/2009 7:53:47 AM |
nothing is ever dead, only quiet, or senescent, or dehiscient,
add to that water, warmth, or
it lingers along in so many heated places
So often your posts seem to come from some other, perhaps mystical place, like news from an unknown but very likable stranger! Thank you. | |
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| When Love is Dead
Posted: 5/16/2009 9:00:05 PM | Dead love is not love
Love ignored
Love squandered
Love unexamined.
Love that was never love.
Love is often need to be loved
not illuminating or informing
this piece that is you, that is me, that is in the hand of this life
we have committed to nothing
Until! I see thou in you, you see thou in this creature I am.
Finally dead love halts life, buoyant love survives
insanity, grief, troubles, blips and blops.
Love alive squeezes your abdomen, you feel
active love singing through your blood into your heart
Hay Jeepers, love is the key to my rising in the morning.
The key to understanding that I still love you
never ever wanting to swallow you because this love
prepared the foundation for sunrise, then sunset
then looking with warmth on these strangers
who are my companions , I won't say I love you
I will just. | |
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| When Love is Dead
Posted: 5/17/2009 5:41:32 AM |
Dead love is not love
Love ignored
Love squandered
Love unexamined.
Love that was never love.
Love is often need to be loved
not illuminating or informing
this piece that is you, that is me, that is in the hand of this life
we have committed to nothing
Until! I see thou in you, you see thou in this creature I am.
Finally dead love halts life, buoyant love survives
insanity, grief, troubles, blips and blops.
Love alive squeezes your abdomen, you feel
active love singing through your blood into your heart
Hay Jeepers, love is the key to my rising in the morning.
The key to understanding that I still love you
never ever wanting to swallow you because this love
prepared the foundation for sunrise, then sunset
then looking with warmth on these strangers
who are my companions , I won't say I love you
I will just.
This is your heart's blood, the signature of your soul. It is a gift to the ones you love, to yourself - and to us. Thank you, thank you, thank you. | |
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| Natsukashii
Posted: 5/19/2009 4:31:02 AM | Natsukashii
This word , my friend, so heavy on bare shoulders
Escape translation . Could it be : I long for it,
For they , for where I have been once ?
Or never shall ?
Could it be I long
For you ?
You can say :
Que Saudade de voce !
Looking straight through the eyes
Of who you are longing for.
Natsukashii !
I went to Shibuya , where you lived once ;
The sky was grey ... | |
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| Natsukashii
Posted: 5/19/2009 1:20:17 PM |
Natsukashii
This word , my friend, so heavy on bare shoulders
Escape translation . Could it be : I long for it,
For they , for where I have been once ?
Or never shall ?
Could it be I long
For you ?
You can say :
Que Saudade de voce !
Looking straight through the eyes
Of who you are longing for.
Natsukashii !
I went to Shibuya , where you lived once ;
The sky was grey ...
As with the one you posted in "Pummeling" I note something of your growing confidence in the writing of things, a touch that is delicate but sure! May I dare to hope you are enjoying the writing of these more and more?
That ending:
I went to Shibuya , where you lived once ;
The sky was grey ...
is extraordinary!!! I remember so vividly when I lived in Shibuya, the vendors who came around in the evening with their carts, crying out: "Yakimo! Yakimo! " | |
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| Natsukashii
Posted: 5/20/2009 7:10:11 AM | Thank you , Alyosha , for your comment and precious encouragements.
I wrote this poem to get a reaction from you about the concept of "natsukashii ", as you have lived in Japan and out of Quebec for many years, you certainly sometimes experience this feeling that is so difficult to express ; that I call " being well where I am not ".
And yes, the carts in the streets can indeed be a part of the nostalgy . | |
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| Natsukashii
Posted: 5/20/2009 10:07:55 AM | Thank you, Karmarhine, I do know what it is to yearn... at times for one does not know what.
It intrigues me that the Israeli national anthem, "hatikvah" (the hope) existed long before the state came to be:
As long as in the heart, within,
A Jewish soul still yearns,
And onward, towards the ends of the east,
An eye still gazes toward Zion;
Our hope is not yet lost,
The hope of two thousand years,
To be a free people in our land,
The land of Zion and Jerusalem. | |
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| Waiting
Posted: 5/30/2009 9:18:33 AM | I would rather [fill in the blank] than wait
and indeed I have been [fill in the blank]ing
for much of my life
but [fill in the blank]ing has, after all,
just been waiting
by some other name. | |
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| Love is not enough
Posted: 6/5/2009 6:28:32 AM | One must have protein.
One must have purpose.
Some of us must have
poetry - or piety.
"We must love one another or die,"
Auden wrote as the final line
to Sept. 1 1939
but later amended it to read:
"We must love one another and die."
–only half of which is true.
Compelled love? Love
at the species’ command?
Puh-lease! | |
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| Love is not enough
Posted: 6/5/2009 10:25:38 PM | | No compelled love please. But how very peachy and appley and plumey and all of the best that is the best when the surge hits your center and how absolutely do you light up and the beauty that you forgot you possessed shines just once again and has nothing to do with some scientific gibberish called species' command. Love, live, talk, laugh, cavort, dance, be still, do nothing, disappear but reappear in the sureness that is like the lightning strike that ignited the forest and you are this forest. Then you have earned the right to burn. cheerio and keep seeking the burn. Then quietly you will understand that your center has nothing to do with nagging and squintyeyed pops of supposed wisdom that litter and sadden the Universe and lets pray that you never compell yourself to love. Lets talk some more. You fine and proven survivor. | |
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| Love is not enough
Posted: 6/7/2009 11:00:40 AM | No compelled love please. But how very peachy and appley and plumey and all of the best that is the best when the surge hits your center and how absolutely do you light up and the beauty that you forgot you possessed shines just once again and has nothing to do with some scientific gibberish called species' command. Love, live, talk, laugh, cavort, dance, be still, do nothing, disappear but reappear in the sureness that is like the lightning strike that ignited the forest and you are this forest. Then you have earned the right to burn. cheerio and keep seeking the burn. Then quietly you will understand that your center has nothing to do with nagging and squintyeyed pops of supposed wisdom that litter and sadden the Universe and lets pray that you never compell yourself to love.
As welcome as this is here, shouldn't also be - in caps and bold letters - on your own "What is wisdom?" thread.
Wisdom, come to think of it, need not be infused with love, but when it is, how potent! | |
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| Love is not enough
Posted: 6/7/2009 8:35:20 PM | Yah, seem to recall some discussions about a decade ago, and earlier in type, suggesting that 'philosophy is the wisdom of love';
'love is an act'
Love is not is not a feeling, mind or a 'state of mind''; and, 'mood' is not love, but something else.
Since love is an act, it must be enacted.
Love is not a strong attraction (that is mood, subjective)
Love is not a feeling ( that is mood or state of mind)
Love is not therefore 'enowning' in the sense of possessing something or someone.
Many people confuse 'affection' and 'arousal' with 'love'; however love is an act, and the demonstration of that is quite simple, since mature people work to enact the devotion and interest that they have for the beloved, whether it is for the preservation of the rain forest, dolphins, or their adopted kids, or their parents, or some 'plan kids' they have sponsored, or even themselves, as parents of their children for themselves, by taking care of their own health.
Needless to say | |
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| Love is not enough
Posted: 6/7/2009 9:44:28 PM | the ranchers wife was from Australia
and spent every Friday nite with the ranch hand
at the bar in Jessy Lake
or willies puddle
they discussed starting a wildlife park in Arizona
and watching all life in the moment
I could not, I was sick with hay fever
and knew nothing of raising lions
and found a student to be with
with dark eyes, from picture butte,
an aggie, we left early, in the green international,
and wound up a week later in a cherry tree,
in an orchard in Cawston,
when one day she fell out, of the tree,
though I always picked the fruit at the top,
now I had no one to hold against me,
but she was okay after a while
too much nectar spoiled in a glass
I guess otherwise a good thing | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/11/2009 5:12:37 AM | On the very same day a child was born
who might have grown up
to be the Messiah
( for every child is potentially a saviour),
on that very same day
a man was killed
for no apparent reason.
A match was struck,
the flame shot up,
and the man was dead,
who might have been the one
to recognize and proclaim the Messiah. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 518 | |
| On that day
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:56:53 PM | ^ hey, so many are obsessed with finding a Messiah
that they overlook the mess-i-ah made...:/ | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/11/2009 7:22:07 PM | | Jer, did you see the article where the incarnation of (I'm thinking the Llama) declined? | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/11/2009 10:00:11 PM | Particular messes are the all the same
in the rich home, in the poor home
in home that is neither
and these messes are never cleared away
by wind, by rain, stay and stand still
until the messiah visits abruptly
through a reading of Hamlet or the releasing
of the death of one near you or the clearing
visible in your mind that never knew space
until the messiah visited.
Llama was visited on the green twisted mountaintop.
His declination was neither Olympic or miniature.
Had a turn, take a turn, leave. | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:35:22 AM |
hey, so many are obsessed with finding a Messiah
that they overlook the mess-i-ah made...:/
Ok my imp
ious friend! | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:37:35 AM |
Jer, did you see the article where the incarnation of (I'm thinking the Llama) declined?
No, didn't see it, but surely there's material in that for a poem? Like, if he declines, does that make the rest of us, collectively, the Messiah? If you don't write it I might be obliged to! | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:41:42 AM |
Particular messes are the all the same
in the rich home, in the poor home
in home that is neither
and these messes are never cleared away
by wind, by rain, stay and stand still
until the messiah visits abruptly
through a reading of Hamlet or the releasing
of the death of one near you or the clearing
visible in your mind that never knew space
until the messiah visited.
Llama was visited on the green twisted mountaintop.
His declination was neither Olympic or miniature.
Had a turn, take a turn, leave.
My God! To have the sort of mind that thinks/feels to way you do in order to construct so magnificent a poem! Post it elsewhere as well as here, my friend, provide as many people as possible the opportunity to breathe it in!
Indeed, why not start a thread of your own, aside from the wisdom one - or at least enter this one there. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 524 | |
| On that day
Posted: 6/12/2009 11:00:19 PM | I enjoyed the poem also!
"imp-ious" ah yes, I was always a mischievious yout. | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/14/2009 9:43:15 PM | Really Alyosha....thank you.
I like your face, it speaks.
Is quiet, set, unset, a mark
on a crowded canvas.
Do you enjoy your smile?
Did you know that your smile became your words?
I like sunset, ice-cream, similies, your smile. | |
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