| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/14/2007 7:11:27 AM | Casheyes: it’s good to see you posting here. I thank you. Your poem is rich in spirit.
Killbill: abstract indeed. I thank you for sharing with us. I favor your works. They cause me to think beyond what I see.
Kindacute: welcome to this abstract art of expression. Your poem is art. I especially love the ending. A real twist is what makes poetry vivid and captivating.
Calybrat: your poems are artistic and free, laced with thy heart and soul.
Always: your works are aesthetically liberating. I thank you. You always hit the core of the reader. You are the poetry.
Abstract= thought that is separated from the concrete elements we see, expressing qualities separate from concrete objects. Things that are sometime difficult to understand are considered abstract poetry.
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I am but
The moon that want talk
The sun that can’t shine
The music with no sound…
I am but love, in love, without love
I am but a king
With no throne
I am but two
But dearly alone….
I am the river
Flowing gently
But therein is no water…
I am but
The angelic sinner….
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Posted: 2/14/2007 9:52:15 AM | I am free to swim
frozen waters make me jump
out and into her arms
crystallized liberation
free flowing ice from her veins
I cross the bridge and enter eden
I am free to live
hot springs make me relax and learn peace
away from the tyranny that hold me down
T | |
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Posted: 2/14/2007 9:56:59 AM | I am humility
I am truth
I am anger
I am disobedience
I shake my soul daily to see if I am still alive
compression in my mind
solidly, forming, chiseled in my perfection
I am disruption
I am cordial
I am surreal
I am director
I meander around truth for the sake of comfort
crack the shell open and drink milk
flowing, turning, erected as an idol
I am humility
I am truth
I am anger
I am disobedience
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/14/2007 10:56:37 AM | darkness fills my eyes
I am filled with desire
of which I cannot turn away
imperial chakra gone astray
take a short solitairy moment
make it bigger than life
release, rejoice, reclamation
I'm swimming fast
drowning in Atlantic seas
drink the wine, not the water
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/14/2007 11:25:59 AM | Moon dust on my shoulder
dark side freezing my energy
teleporting to a new land
surfing on asteroids
rings of saturn surrounding me
fireflies in my eyes
fox in sky on a wooded plain
hunted down and left alone
open to satisfaction
closed to habitation
minds afire, with desire
rippling digits, crippling midgets
furtive lament from my toes to my head
breathe
dust from my lungs
raining down on your minds eye
clouded images
burned in my pysche
wash away, wash away
now sit with me inside my skull
where you and I are menacing
to the whole, the desperate whole
wash away, wash away NOW!
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/14/2007 4:24:23 PM | bully you are
fear you induce
some cringe at your arrival
wimps you seduce
but i will not submerge
myself in your shadow
i will not convert myself
to your tassel
you are a little thing
i've pitied you ,so far
the bigger you make
yourself seem
the smaller you really are.
tam
on a sweeter note---today after all is the loveliest day of the year
"another valentine's day rhyme"
I am inclined
to be your valentine
I hope you don't mind
If you must stand in line
I am giving out kisses
it will cost you a dime
I have a booth with chocolate kisses and
lime, so the dime is simply a
"be my valentine fine"
I wanted to make the cost
more affordable. So that all my
friends, can have my love potion.
cupid let me borrow it,
but only for today
so if you want a kiss
you can have a dozen for..let say
$1.20. that should be plenty
for you to dish out
just don't forget, your lover or spouse.
happy "v" day to you all.
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Posted: 2/14/2007 11:26:16 PM | Apriormonads,
Sadly enough, pats on the shoulder from you and other talents here are sometimes the high point of my day. So thanks.
( I'm not totally pathetic, just on a rollercoaster.) | |
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Posted: 2/15/2007 10:24:33 AM | First Kin
Adorable wee one,
Such a replication.
Spongy curiosity,
Full of animation.
Tells me, so funny,
When sun warms face,
"My eyes they're going crazy"
And so stops pace.
Adorable wee one,
Let restful bliss in
So I can gaze leisurely
At my replicated kin. | |
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Posted: 2/15/2007 6:00:52 PM | Make it right!
Floating in this cloud called life,
I see no reason for guilt,
I see no wrong, I see no right…
I see buildings of agony self-built.
Now let me speak of Jessie;
A lucky man to be noticed by (?), for his talents…
But his wife Bessie,
She is negative…
Jessie is now rich…
With no wife…
Floating in this cloud called life…
Talking on wrong, wanting to make it right…. | |
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Posted: 2/15/2007 6:38:41 PM | not quite abstract, this one... but I like it.
So much better to be inspired by children and 74 degree weather in February...
The Park
I scooter, or razor
which ever you like.
I jungle gym and sand box,
I even take a hike
To sipty cup
And back with it.
And oh yes I got
The baseball mitt.
I push the swing,
I made a kite.
Still tangled 'round
My shoe tonight.
I roll the ball,
I carry a shirt.
Gently ran off
lil' tiny flirts.
Not because I
Think they shouldn't,
But because to
Share I couldn't.
Too much fun
we were enjoying
No time have we
For lil' girl cloying.
Now in lap
And quite contented
Til sun comes up
His vim augmented.
phew! I'm tired! | |
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Posted: 2/15/2007 7:31:16 PM | I loved this Killlbilll...kids are poetry in motion
and it shows in your poem.
thoughts outloud...
You can sometimes disquise the heart,but can't disquise one's soul
in saying that,..what is not revealed.......the soul already knows.
There is someone I feel that I know.....
the simplicity of a parable one chose,
still the unspoken truth could be told......the prescence of one's soul
is something I know...when it is one ......you already know
the end result....the prescence of the soul....someone I know. | |
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Posted: 2/15/2007 7:37:52 PM | | Cash do you have any idea what an abstract Rhythm is? Old angelic sinner up there is missing today but he did give us a hint as to what it means but I'm confused. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms... explained
Posted: 2/16/2007 6:59:41 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An abstract rhythm marches to its own sound
one that can't be heard with the naked eye
the covered tears resound loudly, screaming "YOU ARE LIGHT!"
but not knowing the source therein the painstaking memories continue
you are light as summer yields it's hold on green leaves
you are light as I look to your eyes to see how deep the sea remains
you are light as the seasons turn, when chunfen wakes and dawn springs eternal
A small seed planted on the forrest eye.... with french doors swinging
the love of a maiden dancing in my Gazebo
purple daisies growing with my children, showing them nature
magic it is you see
abstract rhythm.... paint my dreams tonight!
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Tenz | |
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| Abstract Rhythms... explained
Posted: 2/16/2007 8:51:50 AM | Intenzity…enough can’t be said…these writes are deep…that last one really took me somewhere.
Kindacute…welcome back…your writes are very poetic and clear….It’s a pleasure to read them.
Killbill…a strength within therein there is! Your writes show that you allow the poetry to breathe.
Teleos…welcome! This poem is intricate. I appreciate that you posted it here. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2007 8:58:17 AM | As Adam Early in the Morning!
As Adam early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower refresh’d with sleep,
Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body
……….as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.
(Walt Whitman) | |
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Posted: 2/16/2007 9:19:29 AM | | Casheyesblond...how could I miss you...Just label me absent....I truly and sincerely appreciate you posting here! Your writes are touching and endearing> | |
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Posted: 2/16/2007 7:41:07 PM | Now I fever to burn…just don’t learn! I don’t.
I can only breathe for the fleeting…for this passage is fleeting debris.
Gnathonic blood sucking sacrifice to the demons…
Let the Bible fall from thy turbid palms.
Decrepit the spirit for the sake of otiose passions…
How many chimerical soliloquies doth it take...before the hallucinogen wanes thin?
Lurid accusations…it’s the poesy I yearn to breathe!
The poetry!
The poetry!
The poetry!
The intra-psychic poetry!
Not the long-distance inveigles!
Not the long-distance solicitudes.
Now delineate to me…
The purpose of a given name…
Label me the nameless pariah…
Laving in another man’s madness.
Be it the Pneuma… or her feigning sorrows? | |
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Posted: 2/16/2007 11:14:03 PM | I walked aside this little kitten…
Taken by the rhythm…
I walked aside this little kitten…
She would pause from time to time…
Then gently paw at the air….
What is it she sees?
She paws frantically…
But only for a moment,
Then she looks up at me…
And just stares. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2007 11:32:48 PM | I slept aside the family dog....
Taken by a loyal rhythm...
I sat sleeping in a large stuffed chair
My folks dog ambled up and licked my hand...
He seemed so glad to see me
I wondered why it is, he is so loyal...
Like I am some sort of Messiah for his play
Then he turned, forgot me, and licked himself...
Tenz
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Posted: 2/17/2007 12:10:44 AM | | AM...msg 343 ...words fail to describe how much I adore those lines...purr | |
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Posted: 2/17/2007 1:19:42 AM | Hi , Hope you don't mind me passing by....... Nice thread by the way
Feeling un-inspired so I guess I'll start a fire
Your rhythm speaks a thought to take me higher
I have not the time ,
for any meaning just to rhyme
If I spoke of a dream
Crazy to you would this would seem?
It is through my eyes I am falling
Faster than your words were calling
Then I find myself awake
All seemed real though it was fake
It is either love or hate
To start again would be too late
I wish I could reach out and ask your name
Before I start burning from the open flame
How is it I got here ?, Is the answer why?
One thing I know is I will live before I die
Even though each day goes by that you will be missed
A place in my heart is where you will always exist
No matter how bad I feel you make me smile
So I hope reading this was worth just a little while. | |
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Posted: 2/17/2007 2:02:30 AM | I've got dripping wax belittling me
giving me nothing but stained shoulders
and symphony meanderings becoming destitude
blaze with me, in this carnival, askew of nothing
parading like a lioness, become more than predator
tonight...........................................
Stoned rhythms become me as I dance inside my new muse
Playing hip hop dreams
Drinking cold lemons with a touch of honey
mama, I don't what to die
can you tell me that I will survive?
I think you spoke that wisdom to the bards
and told them...........................................
he is home now... let him go.........................
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/17/2007 8:25:03 AM | Always…my dear heart…I’m glad that the poem touches. I felt innocent for a moment…just as innocent as that little kitten pawing at something, but I just couldn’t see.
PORTAL-TIME…good to read your words here…you are always welcome here.
“How is it I got here?” A very puzzling question indeed!
Tenz; you are a burning riddle. Therein are so many little secrets. I read your poems, thinking my way through. | |
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Posted: 2/17/2007 8:37:32 AM | Return to earth…………
I awoke in a forest of chants
Therein wert Buddha, Confucius, and Gandhi
And about a dozen soothsaying ants
No one spoke of dreams
Reality was held in our palms’
And the perfervid warmth
Brought about a cooling calm
I heard a Seraphim speak in tongues
Once done, I saw a few repenting monks
Standing before the Logos
Thoroughly entranced, mythically debunked
Thereafter, I stepped before the holy tribunal
And was asked one question to learn
“Do you truly wish, thereunto, to return?”
Return to earth I said!!!
Return to earth! | |
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