| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 8:16:43 PM | The Flowers of Sleep
My private
lullaby of
frosty waves
planted on
the edge
of sleep
the storm
filtering
through
the candles
light into
the mirror
of a million
echoes with
the fluttering
curtain cloth
tasting the
breeze through
outstretched
motions of
gentle simplicity
rocking the clouds
to this fairy-like
chant of mind
melting peace. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 8:21:56 PM | Bliss
The waves crash around us
Your face turned upwards
To scan the sail
You made it look easy
Effortless
Framed by the sky
Hair blowing, arms reaching
Your eyes seeing
The invisible line
Knowing which direction to take us
We flew upon the wings
Of a summer’s day
For me touching heaven
Being near you
Living your dream
The spray washing our awareness
Christening the song in my heart with love
Drawing me closer
Basking in your presence
You call it surreal but to me ethereal
Words didn’t matter
My eyes could touch you
Over and over again. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 8:34:03 PM | If you open all your windows and all the doors
Of your life, you invite love to find you
Looking back into the past
There is always one treasure box,
Perhaps old and musty
Forgotten in haste
Left behind as you move forward through
The passage of time
Somewhere in your heart lies the crystal key
Which can unlock those feelings,
Buried within the box which contains the elusive sparks of youth
The freshness, excitement
And the turbulent passions of awareness
The untouched beauty of love
In its completeness
Feelings which can encompass all
And radiate out to others who have also
Experienced the magic
At one time or place in their own lives
Why settle for anything less?
As I see the sparkle in the air
The sweet fragrant dew upon nature’s floor
The ever-sweeping skies of eternity, I know of love
Love can be elusive if you try to catch it in a dream
It may be fleeting if harnessed or chained
But it can be the ultimate fulfillment
In the depths of an ageless soul
I can’t understand why anyone would only wish to fill
But a part of themselves
What boundaries enclose their minds?
So tightly, what hurts haven’t yet healed
Or are not forgotten?
Why would a man or a woman not want to seek
The most precious gift of life
What are they afraid of
And why can they no longer find that key
Which would unlock the most pleasurable gift of all.
The awaking of their heart
The flight of the mind and the completeness
Of the body which is an ageless expression
Of every part of the senses
Open the doors and windows
Capture each moment and feel. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 8:39:47 PM | The cosmic light
an orb of hope
revolving within our eyes
sending answers
like a million Christmas bulbs
ricocheting off tiny icicles
into your mind
existing only in the present
through past lives and future dreams
cascading down upon Sunday waves
immune to time and space
wrapped in the glory of life
and given as a gift to those who care
puddles of fragmented journeys
leading your steps to the back door
with a silver key unlocking
all the treasures of a world
within yourself, remember always
be here now, even if it means
sitting in a cup of Chinese tea. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 12:45:30 PM | The Moon
Wrapped in a blanket of freedom
You stand your vigilance
Above the earth
Controlling destinies
But only I can see your beauty
For they know not of your powers.
Hiding from the sun
You ride the waves of emptiness
Lost in forgotten dreams of wealth
They may reach you
But still you dwell above them
For you know the paths to follow
And they fear their existence.
To some you are a smiling glow of comfort
Guiding flowing dreams
Unto the sea
And to others
You are an unconquered ego
Submerged beneath the surface
Waiting for a chance to appear.
But to me
You are a treasure of the mind
Locked behind closed lids
Lighting the way to thought
And when the lids are open
The answers
Shall shine clearly from within. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 12:47:41 PM | Fade to black some say
In their own feelings of being
It may simplify life
And return it to the essence of seeing
The invisible star
That reaches from afar
I will not embrace the prayer of depletion
Of the soul
When I know I can dream in colour. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 12:51:41 PM | It is not an easy equation
watching friendships fade and dim
a dying star which once shone so brightly
in your life
glows sweetly now
in the far reaches of reality
people who once touched us
silenced by progression or circumstance
the flower bloomed in the warmth of it's season
softly time caught it on the breeze
and sent it forward across the fields
a chord in a song
a place in our heart
the rhythm and energy
movement
if fate is a fallacy
and a hand isn't reaching down to guide us
watch the patterns
the turning of the sun
towards something new
fresh and filled with wonder
new relationships blossoming
new stars being born
to light the gift of friendship
as it meanders down the pathway through the trees
twisting and turning with valuable lessons to learn
we are a passenger of time
lives entwining
compassion and understanding
from whence we came
harmony and love
our hearts grow
as a seedling in the rain | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:30:43 PM | "The Waves"
Gentle sea nymphs gliding forth
towards the sandy shore
trimmed with white and glittering gold
they all come back for more.
Under the dark and ancient rock
the tiny maidens dwell
singing out their mournful cries
to the distant sleeping dell.
Time will never change their ways
for under the shining moon
the maidens frolic on and on
to the never ending tune. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:32:30 PM | As a seedling in the rain,
as the child that first knows pain,
growth isn’t always steady or sure
and the pure sometimes emerges from the impure.
We struggle along on the course we’re on,
hoping that the light in the distance heralds dawn. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:34:16 PM | Play To Me
I know love through your fingers
Strumming chords
Lullaby’s of my deeper feelings
I watch amazed by your translucent rhythm
Finding myself
As you reach inside
What joy
Aspirations
Senses on fire
You sing to my soul
And make me alive
Part of you
A being well versed
Touching what is ours today
Timeless meaning
Gentle heart
My love being born. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:40:03 PM | Merlin
In King Arthur's time, he did dwell
robed as a prophet, born from immaculate conception
evil touching innocence, mystery cloaked in magic
baptized with powers beyond our realm
bordering on madness from visions unknown to man
wandering the paths of timeless, space less fantasy
an empty path crying out for discovery
what concepts of love did he behold
lessons for the mortal mind
pointing a finger to show whence it comes
the illusive dreams for those who seek
and have the will to climb
his mind did hold the power to see
each ring of light, a common thread
weaving through the senses
upon the stairs of time
three rings each with their own magic
and shine
bronzed with youth
eagerness and hope
silver, subdued and wrapped in familiar patterns upon the floor
gold the last to grasp within our heart and soul
a circle of all
the last sourjourn of Myrddin's quest
to build a legend out of stone
from Irish hills to English moors
Stonehenge his final and most magnificent feet
his pilgrimage to show all mortal man
the echoes of his prophecies
a heart which lies within the circle of time. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/26/2006 5:58:55 PM | | Thank you Gerry - it's a nice surprise to see your poem here. You are more than welcome to add any time you feel the inspiration. Do we have to grow up? LOL | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/27/2006 2:40:47 PM | | I'm a little confused right now - but that's ok it's been a long day. I am not SaltyTowers although I admire her poetry very much. It's a lovely story and maybe some day well down the road one of my daughters will give me a grandson to play with. Thank you for your stories. Autumn Fantasy | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/27/2006 9:00:51 PM | Let me go down to the beach once more
to hold eternity within my hand
touching all nature as a curious child
with the wish and the need to expand.
Where else can I find a place to explore
as my mind reaches out to the lonely sea
how else can I try and understand
this place I long to be
It must have been a place of joy
so many lives far past
for the sand is as dear as an endless toy
and the journey before me so vast.
Let me go down to the beach once more
or my mind will never reach eternity's door. | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/28/2006 8:27:25 PM | Does she hear my laughter in the rain
Or see my tears for her run into my dreams
Is her soul dancing in the clouds of abandoned time
Where life is misplaced in with the transgression of dogma
No I know not where she lies
But she is still a part of me
My love so beautifully free
My little imp
One moment in my life
That will last a lifetime
Her little hand in mine
Childhood reborn
A mother’s lamp glowing in the window
For all eternity. | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/28/2006 9:48:35 PM | Back home again
tired, really tired
and ready for sleep
my mind is ready to let go of this day
It is that time to come out to play in my dreams.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/29/2006 8:21:42 AM | To play in your dreams
invite the happiest friends you remember,
a quirky one or two
who had a goofy smile
and the first boy you ever loved
and wish for him the twin
you never had.
Invite all the children you ever stopped
to wonder at, the brightness of their eyes
providing all the illumination you need.
Through leafy trees the dapple of sunlight
falls across the fields, and all is well.
All is very, very well... | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/29/2006 10:21:39 AM | | Thank you Alyosha *hugs* | |
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| The age of innocence
Posted: 10/1/2006 10:43:05 AM | When I was a child I could sit by the lake for hours
All alone
Watching the waves swell and recede
Feeling their rhythm in my soul
And I found peace.
Not long ago I traveled to the great Lake Superior
Climbed out onto a rock ledge at Agawa Bay
and faced the great Gitchi Manitou
With the ancient pictographs behind
where I sat in Plato’s cave
And I found peace.
Visiting a beautiful northern escape this summer
I sat on a dock
In a big adirondack chair
Gazing at the stars
They were all present to greet me
not hidden by the city lights
And I felt the universe inside me
And I found peace.
Holding my newborn babe in my arms
For the very first time
I gazed into her curious eyes
And as she gazed back
I knew in an instant that we already knew each other
And I found peace.
When my daughter died at 3 I held her little body in my arms
I looked death right in the face
The part of her I held
Was quiet and not in pain
And I found peace.
As time has traveled through my existence
Here and now
I watch my fiancé and my youngest child
Head to head on the top of the stairs
Sharing mathematic concepts together
And learning how to interact with each other
And I found peace.
It wasn’t where I was
Or even whom I was with
Perhaps it was me as the observer
I climbed out of my body
And opened up my heart and it was at that moment
When I felt a gentle kiss of peace
planting her seeds upon my head
It was real and I felt so alive
I knew I had much still to learn
My conception of life was not complete
And in my time left upon this planet
I know my mind will time travel
Into the unknown many times more
With all the innocence of youth
In acceptance of my sensitivities and fears
I know as the two roads split
I will somehow find the right path
And I will fine peace. | |
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| The age of innocence
Posted: 10/1/2006 12:07:10 PM | Those who bring peace with them
find it again and again
as if it were their long-lost
loving twin... | |
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| The age of innocence
Posted: 10/2/2006 7:49:56 PM | Houses full of grandeur
faint whispers from afar
telling tales of mysteries
as distant as a star.
An empty shell of memories
stands silent in the night
shadowed by its loneliness
waiting for the light.
Decked with all its foliage
protected from curious eyes
revealing its perfect harmony
only to the skies. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/2/2006 7:58:13 PM | I am
I am a moment
fleeing to the wind
picking up bits of wisdom
yet not stopping long enough
to see them.
I am a sunbeam
longing for an open window
to touch each heart with joy
but it shall all fade
as the darkness comes.
I am a thought
taking in time
and letting it wander aimlessly
through all other thoughts.
I am lost
flying into another phase
but not finding any ceiling or floor
to lean against.
Feb. 24, 1973 | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 10/2/2006 8:03:33 PM | The Coming of Spring
friends of mercy
friends of grace
listen
to my meek attempt
to tell
of better days ahead
deep within
my message lies
a thought
for only frightened eyes
where life
and death
unite at last
as
winter turns to Spring.
Jan. 24, 1973 | |
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| Visions of Youth
Posted: 10/2/2006 8:56:38 PM | | That was beautiful. I remember my little boys first time. awesome | |
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