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| Storms
Posted: 9/28/2009 4:08:31 PM | Staccato rain, a liquid drumbeat
tears bleeding from the heavens
in an absolution of sins
or a deluge of pain?
Skies that colour the hours
grey, angry, black
endless, boiling, then
a prism of colour, arced in defiance
glimmers of an heavenly salvation? | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/29/2009 4:18:28 PM | | I like this one Pickles...sometimes when it keeps raining (and raining), I think of it as Chinese Water Torture...dissolving my will and ambition...lol... | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/29/2009 7:21:37 PM | TY brizo.....
It was rain on my skylight... | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:45:31 AM | I agree Brizo, P51 wrote some hauntingly beautiful lines, great poem scribe! 
Hey there Jer, how are you doing my friend? I've got a surreal one to leave here at your doorstep. I thought you might find it interesting.
Blush
Let go,
she shoots a smile
like a falling star.
Sometimes,
the woman has
spun sugar on the tip
of her tongue,
you can almost
taste her soul.
Orion has dimmed
fading with the dawn
and as Venus rises
the blush of her
naked grief
casts no shadow.
Friday's fish reeks
of holy water and
mortal sin, as if it
matters to the martyrs
sacrificed with violent
stained prayers,
muted by distance.
But in this beginning;
Venus is poised on
the brink of fertility.
She cannot turn back,
or her name will
have no courage.
She must eat the apple. | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/30/2009 9:47:19 AM | Of course this
Sometimes,
the woman has
spun sugar on the tip
of her tongue,
reminds me of a poem I wrote & would be flattered if you remembered which one!
And these:
Friday's fish reeks
of holy water and
mortal sin
are among my favourite of these many ecstatic lines. Thank you. | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/30/2009 9:19:13 PM | My favourite storm is the one where I am in bed
I hear the roof quaking, the walls trembling, groan.
The wind is the force that could swallow this house
this bed, I hear an opera created by an austere natural event.
If the lights die, if the heat dies... I go with them happily.
Disconnected from the forces, whims, fancies , conceits, varieties
of human existence. At the end of the storm...I again agree
I can listen, absorb, a thousand more days. | |
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| Storms
Posted: 9/30/2009 11:57:01 PM | my favorite storm
lasted and lasted
there was no over time
for it was | |
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| Storms
Posted: 10/1/2009 12:08:01 AM | for it was some pro mician urge tha that beget it
as thou | |
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| I believe
Posted: 10/6/2009 10:07:42 AM | I believe
in our need for “God”
or a god or a godlike
something but need,
on a somewhat lower level,
has never exactly worked for me.
I’ve needed a woman.
I knew approximately
her dimensions, the cast
of her mind, her unpredictable
but wholly spontaneous
sense of humour.
I believed in–I needed–her
as deeply as an acolyte
teetering on the edge of his faith,
trying to hold on to it
as if it were the last patch
of solid earth, but
did that produce her
(or God)? No, she came,
if at all, from some other direction,
in some other form and she,
apparently, wanted to love me
or she did and I wanted
to love her, but wanting to love
and loving are as different
as chalk and cheese.
*
Thanks Trulio & Brizo for your contributions. As you may know, only the smallest portion of your donations goes to administrative costs, the rest to those who really need it. | |
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 1285 | |
| I believe
Posted: 10/6/2009 6:14:02 PM | | ^^You're wrong, I've been inside a chalky cheese, they're all the same. | |
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| Perfect Strangers
Posted: 10/8/2009 6:45:21 AM | “Do you realize,” I said
to the attractive woman
who was about to pass by my table,
“that you and I might have
five minutes of conversation
neither of us could have with anyone else?”
“Yes,” she paused: “It’s possible,
but it might take us a lifetime
to get to exactly those five minutes.
And then what?" | |
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| Practice & Theory
Posted: 10/13/2009 8:45:49 AM | “What you suggest may be all very well in practice, but it will never work in theory.” Apocryphal French philosopher.
And indeed, in practice, the world
works very well: the hungry
suffer quietly, out of sight,
the brutes all live in East- or South-Medialand,
the dogmatics rage at each other
and none of this, really,
affects us, while the theory that
--the meek shall inherit the earth;
--the lion will lie down with the lamb;
--we will beat our swords into ploughshares;
--we will love our neighbours as ourselves;
--we will honour the stranger who is within our gates;
--we will not do unto others as we would not have them do unto us...
will never, apparently, work. | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 10/28/2009 8:54:50 AM | There is a hunger in us
for which the veal
has yet to be calved, fattened
and slaughtered, the grain
to be planted, cultivated,
harvested, milled and baked
into some as yet unimagined bread.
We are hungry
and we will be fed. | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 10/30/2009 8:32:49 PM | can cavities
cravities
chosica
citas
a place
secured
towers
this one is dense as you can image one image is enough is a solenoid that retracts the fuel shut off
they are similar or exactly the same: Hope and Chosica
one arranged in the North west, the other near the spine of South America
only one image and only one eigenblinckt]
an eye blink
will reveal
the exact similarity
after hope lies sputum | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 11/5/2009 5:05:37 AM | i think of cummings
when i cum
does
my body
fit with
your
body?
bending
twisting
hard/ soft
moist
dry
melting into one
•
it is whitman
who sings
the body
electric
as i lie in
afterglow | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 11/5/2009 7:15:10 AM |
i think of cummings
when i cum
does
my body
fit with
your
body?
bending
twisting
hard/ soft
moist
dry
melting into one
•
it is whitman
who sings
the body
electric
as i lie in
afterglow
This is such incredibly good (naughty) fun that I wanted to hear variations on other poets' names, but really it's not naughty at all, and extending it might have taken away from the seriousness of your tribute to erotic joy and YES, of course the two, the sexual fulfillment and poetry belong together! | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 11/7/2009 8:58:41 PM | here's another poet who sends me singing!.....
neruda
slowly dancing
to the weight
of his words
sultry seduction
moves my hips
rhythm of his beat
crapulously
falling
falling
drifting
again | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 11/8/2009 1:22:26 PM |
neruda
slowly dancing
to the weight
of his words
sultry seduction
moves my hips
rhythm of his beat
crapulously
falling
falling
drifting
again
Another wonderful one, which calls to mind:
http://judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/pablo_neruda_lone_gentleman.html | |
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| We Will Be Fed
Posted: 11/8/2009 4:29:53 PM | you are simply too kind with your praise..
but thank you...
thank you for the link as well...ahhh, he does excite...
j
have you ordered 'copper canyon press' catalog? it's a wonderful little press up in port townsend, washington
they have a beautiful catalog and it's free (the price is right!) they publish eastern poetry,neruda, merwin, rexroth, sam hamill and other independent poets...and the best part of the catalog is that it's sprinkles with incredible poetry..what a delight to receive it in my mailbox...a dear friend turned me on to it a while back...and now i pass it on to you may want to check it out...
http://www.coppercanyonpress.org
r | |
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| message 1287
Posted: 11/8/2009 6:02:33 PM | --the meek shall inherit the earth;
*A flower endures injury with patience and without resentment
*A flower is deficient in spirit and courage
*A flower is not violent or strong
A flower is just a flower and it inherits all the earth.
Just a thought Jer.....
*Definitions for meek in Merriams Webster Dictionary | |
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| message 1287
Posted: 11/8/2009 9:29:34 PM | hey...wanted to apologize for my typos...
i am the typo queen...
riv...interesting! | |
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| The Bridge Came Down
Posted: 11/14/2009 3:59:27 AM | The bridge came down,
the house fell,
and the soldiers marched in formation.
Tourists came by
to visit the war.
The price of everything went up
but the soldiers continued to march in formation.
The enemy came,
even more rapine than advertised,
and the soldiers fell out of formation. | |
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| The Bridge Came Down
Posted: 11/16/2009 10:35:59 PM | Sleep my imperfect, perfect, budding child
dream that the sun is the moon, but the moon is other side of the sun
at midnite, I will come to your side, I will gaze at your silence
Then wrench anything that will dare to sully your path.
Sleep, then awake, my growing child
with care.. walk the length of your miles
You need all the caring you can swallow
On the horizon is your future.
Dream that the earth is your friend, it is truly that final. | |
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| The Bridge Came Down
Posted: 11/17/2009 8:55:53 AM | Sleep my imperfect, perfect, budding child
dream that the sun is the moon, but the moon is other side of the sun
at midnite, I will come to your side, I will gaze at your silence
Then wrench anything that will dare to sully your path.
Sleep, then awake, my growing child
with care.. walk the length of your miles
You need all the caring you can swallow
On the horizon is your future.
Dream that the earth is your friend, it is truly that final.
How fortunate the child or grandchild who had someone to sing that for him! And do consider this link to an equally marvelous poem:
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=805396#post805396 | |
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| i will know it's you when....
Posted: 11/17/2009 11:22:56 PM | hi there j...
i wrote this on my thread...somehow it seems to fit here...r
i will know it's you when
our needs are naturally met
not through discussion
but with love
i will
know it's
you when
i laugh
way more
than i cry...
and sometimes we laugh
so hard it hurts!
i will know
it's you when
i'm inspired
to be purely me
and you're inspired
to be purely you
i will know
it's you when
i listen to
your words
teach me
something
i simply did
not know
before
i will
know it's you when
you offer me your hand and
we go through the door
together
i will know it's you when
i start thinking poetry
as we share intimacy
i will know it's you
when
i look into your
eyes
and see your
soul
and it feels
so good
forever | |
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