| On that day
Posted: 6/15/2009 9:45:36 AM |
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.
And I, I like the way
you breathe.
With some, it's as if they know
how many breaths they have left
and they are measuring them out
to lengthen their time on earth
or panting for their end.
But you, you just
breathe... | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/21/2009 8:32:43 PM | Thank-you.
This block represents the time I lived for twenty
this block is the time I reflected why I did.
this time is the time I knew wonder is offered
gently, discretely with a flavour of summer mornings
time that I rose, walked softly, bent even more quietly
watch the butterfly, I too.. that gently will honour you.
Each of your words flew me, gentled me, took the sting...out. | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/22/2009 8:36:59 AM |
Thank-you.
This block represents the time I lived for twenty
this block is the time I reflected why I did.
this time is the time I knew wonder is offered
gently, discretely with a flavour of summer mornings
time that I rose, walked softly, bent even more quietly
watch the butterfly, I too.. that gently will honour you.
how lovely the butterfly that goes tirelessly between us! | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/26/2009 11:55:48 PM | Morning comes.
rise, you rise.
What do you do?
I imagine your walk
how do you walk?
Do you alert your feet.
Do you imagine?
Evening is here.
Where are your eyes?
Do they slumber, do they see.
Have you taken just one moment..
to check...outside is the sunset
inside presents ...me.
I, your friend, like visiting what you see. | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/27/2009 5:04:28 AM | Much as I like the whole of this, it is the concluding lines
...outside is the sunset
inside presents ...me.
I, your friend, like visiting what you see.
that lift it, and my heart! | |
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| On that day
Posted: 6/28/2009 8:29:52 PM | | Well....from all of us to you...a hug. Nothing ever duplicates a life affirming hug. And here is one for you!!!!! | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/28/2009 10:00:06 PM | Whatsoever a woman thinks in her heart so is she
Perception does change in time
World viewed through current heart
May may not contain future
All as it seems just looks that way
For out of the heart a world is created
People seem one way but they are not
A world is created to live in to suit the hearts current state
The heart does grow and evolve
Childish ways aside now
Confusion and pain pass away for acceptance
Some fear growth
Never the foot for the shoe
But the shoe for the foot
Change is hard to the unschooled
And love is far flung for a fool
The unwitting fear counsil
They wage war not with understanding
And meet defeat after defeat
They take their young with them
Ungrown repeat their history
Like a blind spot in their heart
Known by another
But not by self
Spewing lies like tires spinning to nowhere
Longing for real
Not getting it
No growth
Whatsoever a woman thinks in her heart
That is what she'll be
Unless heart be changed proper
There she will stay
More longing for right responces will ensue
None to be found
Folly of maturity
God I hope she can see without despise
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| Passing the Salt
Posted: 6/28/2009 10:19:36 PM | Unknown Purpose
I’m at that dreaded crossroads of life
Flung out of work by a cruel twist of fate
A quandary I find
As to which road to take
Education verses waiting and watching
Not content to sit back and do nothing
I watch life bustle by without purpose
In a tight controlling economy
The metamorphosis of an unemployment junkie
Silver spoon tarnishing with an unhappy smile
I have sat in rooms with every walk of life
All of us reaching the same conclusions
Is it time to go back, at my age to school?
And if so what field will give me an edge
That obscure niche in a challenging climate
Do I have the stamina and fortitude?
To obtain a degree
Working with our youngest of children?
And forget about this rollercoaster of indecision
That seems to have surrounded my personal confidence
Charging overtime each night as I go to sleep. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/29/2009 6:35:11 AM | *in*spiration: there's a somewhat Biblical quality to the diction and moral tone of this poem:
Whatsoever a woman thinks in her heart so is she
Perception does change in time
World viewed through current heart
May may not contain future
All as it seems just looks that way
For out of the heart a world is created
People seem one way but they are not
A world is created to live in to suit the hearts current state
The heart does grow and evolve
Childish ways aside now
Confusion and pain pass away for acceptance
Some fear growth
Never the foot for the shoe
But the shoe for the foot
Change is hard to the unschooled
And love is far flung for a fool
The unwitting fear counsil
They wage war not with understanding
And meet defeat after defeat
They take their young with them
Ungrown repeat their history
Like a blind spot in their heart
Known by another
But not by self
Spewing lies like tires spinning to nowhere
Longing for real
Not getting it
No growth
Whatsoever a woman thinks in her heart
That is what she'll be
Unless heart be changed proper
There she will stay
More longing for right responces will ensue
None to be found
Folly of maturity
God I hope she can see without despise | |
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| Passing the Salt
Posted: 6/29/2009 6:38:38 AM |
Unknown Purpose
I’m at that dreaded crossroads of life
Flung out of work by a cruel twist of fate
A quandary I find
As to which road to take
Education verses waiting and watching
Not content to sit back and do nothing
I watch life bustle by without purpose
In a tight controlling economy
The metamorphosis of an unemployment junkie
Silver spoon tarnishing with an unhappy smile
I have sat in rooms with every walk of life
All of us reaching the same conclusions
Is it time to go back, at my age to school?
And if so what field will give me an edge
That obscure niche in a challenging climate
Do I have the stamina and fortitude?
To obtain a degree
Working with our youngest of children?
And forget about this rollercoaster of indecision
That seems to have surrounded my personal confidence
Charging overtime each night as I go to sleep.
Far from the most enviable situation to be in. I hope that being able to utter it so clearly makes it even a little bit easier to bear. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/29/2009 8:00:11 AM | Hey Alyosha...
That poem was meant to be Biblically flavored; as I didn't want it to portray my wisdom, but rather a wisdom obtainable by other means. Good eye in spotting the references...maybe others will too? Biblical history is necessary with the reader.
The overlap of reason and emotion was layed out thousands of years before modern psychology.
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/29/2009 12:46:45 PM |
Hey Alyosha...
That poem was meant to be Biblically flavored; as I didn't want it to portray my wisdom, but rather a wisdom obtainable by other means. Good eye in spotting the references...maybe others will too? Biblical history is necessary with the reader.
The overlap of reason and emotion was layed out thousands of years before modern psychology.
Well, there's the Biblical flavouring of those who think they can borrow the robes of a scribe or prophet; and the deeper flavouring - as in your poem - of those who have something to say that matters deeply to them. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/29/2009 3:25:33 PM | You know what...you're right Alyosha! I should take my own advise: I tell others that when they learn something from someone else or another source...it now belongs to them as well.
The Proverbs and Ecclesiastes have been huge in my life for many years and I've internalized them; must have...that poem was written without referencing. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/30/2009 1:53:17 AM | Funny. A jazz singer once said the same thing:
"God must be a Boogey Man."
To me. What is nauseating, evil, backward, based on superstition, hypocrasy, and ignorance is the constant repetition of cliches that add no content nor substance to the wonderful discussion of the 'ultimate reality' in the universe, that it exists and has an essential definition. Neither space nor God are known to exist. The mind of man is sometimes the mirror of God, after all, for the caudally underpreviliged homind....tactually preparing his treatise on the absurd.
"The universe lacked eyes, and organs to eliminate it's wastes. It has to recycle, reuse and reduce it's wastes in order to survive. The universe is a body without organs. The creator of the universe could not be jealous with his creature, the universe, because there was no other competitor." [Paraphrase of Timaeus, Plato | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 6/30/2009 10:10:25 PM | Man
Who confused words, sun knowing to rise
tides retreat, dragonflies appear, disappear.
Cities live, the nonsense sparkles in their night lights.
Poets speak, monuments are built....over here
beyond the universe, the earth, the simple tadpole...
Man
knows that this too, this splendour
amounts to wonder
but really is nothing. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/6/2009 6:42:39 AM |
Man
Who confused words, sun knowing to rise
tides retreat, dragonflies appear, disappear.
Cities live, the nonsense sparkles in their night lights.
Poets speak, monuments are built....over here
beyond the universe, the earth, the simple tadpole...
Man
knows that this too, this splendour
amounts to wonder
but really is nothing.
How wonderful - and eerily reminiscent of the theme of the poem I'm about to post elsewhere: "The stones of old Jerusalem." | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/6/2009 10:41:06 PM | | A....the man with a mind that reached and enthused and celebrated and recognized the diamond in any rough and gave two loaves instead of one and sometimes sharply slapped the careless and thoughtless wrist. Yes...gooood ....and necessary for the air continuing to formulate. Keep on trucking brother life seeker. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/7/2009 5:00:40 AM |
A....the man with a mind that reached and enthused and celebrated and recognized the diamond in any rough and gave two loaves instead of one and sometimes sharply slapped the careless and thoughtless wrist. Yes...gooood ....and necessary for the air continuing to formulate. Keep on trucking brother life seeker.
"keep on trucking" - as if we had any other choice! But how welcome to see a hand-signal from another trucker, correcting or encouraging one's course. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/7/2009 6:19:24 AM | in the moment
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than living in this moment
a sliver of eternity
the shiver that goes through me
as I comprehend my destiny
minute and microscopic
my outlook is myopic
I forget I'm just a jog
in the universal log
and maybe I existed
to propagate the brilliance
of one of my descendants
is there purpose to existence
do we ever get the knowledge
of our piece in the collage?
in the cosmic decoupage
our faded photograph peers out
before the final fade-out
LS 7/04/09 | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/7/2009 9:51:47 AM | | Brizo! You write in rhyme as if to do otherwise might be pretentious or too hard for you! | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/7/2009 10:43:00 PM | lol, I know that rhyming isn't in vogue, but *meh* ....I like both styles of writing, can't really hold to one kind...
it's hard to figure out where I can leave a rhyme....I thought you might not mind so much....
and if you want really good rhymes, Polly Pisces and Iceaxe are excellent.....I'm forgetting the name of a gal who used to post in first, last...I was so envious of her talent... | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/8/2009 10:29:00 AM |
lol, I know that rhyming isn't in vogue, but *meh* ....I like both styles of writing, can't really hold to one kind...
it's hard to figure out where I can leave a rhyme....I thought you might not mind so much....
and if you want really good rhymes, Polly Pisces and Iceaxe are excellent.....I'm forgetting the name of a gal who used to post in first, last...I was so envious of her talent...
I will keep an eye out for those two. I would love to write in rhyme one of these days but my ideal would be that the rhymes be almost invisible or like they just happened. Often, when I read rhyming poems by others, I can almost hear Phew! I made it that time! whenever the rhyme is completed. | |
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| Thank you Drea and Breathing
Posted: 7/23/2009 12:41:22 AM | what contemplating of death
are we to do on a sunny morning
in the hills
within freedoms sunlit porch
with no one else around
and alone left among things
meandering streams
left barren by a wildfire
some years before
with all this presence
and reminding of death
what reflection is there of death
what
with willowy catkins frogs croaking
creeks murmuring
and then near the lakes still in flood
the geese honking
snow receding along the shore
everywhere life and death
stillness and motion
strange the great hulks
of massive timber left charred and barren
in the openings of planted pines
made by man
not one left alive
and to my surprise no progeny
in my surveys except one in 80 hectares
at the end of day i contemplate the entire
raw parts of my feet
and feel no pain in my heart
i sense a restlessness
in me in them
is it due to all
all this movement
in winter stillness
the geese and loons somewhere near
mangroves just as noisy and restless
meandering Baja
[John Foster]
Anxiety seems another word for being apprehensive about things, or even
solictious as an act of being careful about the future. | |
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| On seeing Emily Bear on Youtube
Posted: 7/28/2009 10:00:53 AM | On seeing Emily Bear on Youtube
For these little, vivid pockets
of happiness I might believe
God keeps the world alive.
He deals with the Shoahs,
the Darfurs, the neighbour
down the street who mocks
and abuses his child
in some other way we will never,
I think, understand,
but for the child who wants
nothing but to make music
and smile modestly
He keeps the human project going. | |
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