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Frigid air cascading could be seen with naked eye...
Slipping forth from highest place place born by darkened sky...
Elder's drums rang...
.........................Songs were sung...
................................................Round fire Shaman Drift...
Thunder told Great Spirit's anger...
...So few left to gift...
Mother's song a melody ceased it's calming verse...
One single Eagle dared it's call...
A summoning of curse...
The Ancient Bear awoke his cave calling brethren near...
The Silver Elk raced Deepest Forests calming Children's fear...
The tide stopped rising movement...
A plane of shimmering glass...
The Oldest Souls where surfacing...
Releasing air in blasts...
...yet Man continued racing to and fro as if in Dream...
....as Mother and Great Spirit called to Breast with Silent Scream...
.....all those Ancient Souls that lived a purest state of Grace...
......for who thee leadeth well are those where Eons touch to face...
The ground was given Shaking Three volcanoes spewing Fire...
Hurricanes grew from the heat beginning massive spiral...
Tornadoes ravaged fields of Harvest, cities, towns destroyed...
The Earth itself opened claiming millions to void...
...and see in smoke of Past a Future scribed to stone...
....Fortold by Ancients many times Two Paths were Mankind shown...
.....Know thy way of Mother rest eternal lucious Glade...
......or know thy way of engine as yourself a future made...
Now silence grips the Earth as revolving to a stop...
Sages close their books as this Destiny we've wrought...
Mother's Hand Creation a single blade of grass...
We simply could not adhere for such simplicity...
......She Asks..
"Know of Me My Children, I am You as You are Me..
I am cascading waterfall as highest reaching Tree..
I am the fruit you feast on from the apple to the peach..
I am the swaying grass as the tallest Mountain breached..
I am the essence born you all from the Ravin to the Bear..
Understand Me Please My Children I ask only that we Share..
I will give you Greatest Moments held within My deepest Folds...
......But never take Me for granted lest the stories come Fortold".......
...now with sweat dripping all awake....a single nightmare all...
....for just one night a single dream Mankind as One did fall...
.....a hush held worldwide a passing gripping chill...
......It was within that single moment...
.............That The Earth Stood Still.............
..T.. | |
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| men
Posted: 2/10/2007 9:51:53 AM | Oh Lord I want to be in that number........
wow. that was actually one of the most hopefull poems I have ever read. Maybe we all need to "hold still" for a moment. Look around us at what we have created here in our lives, and listen to the other posibilities available to us. Like all of eternity?
You have a wonderful heart Truth, and the ability to express it so well. Thank you for being.
And hey Eagle woman GF! You are so sweet to me.
(Get your dancing shoes on girl and get down here!) | |
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| men
Posted: 2/10/2007 10:01:38 AM | Already posted but meant to find it's way to you
Ah sister, friend do not be afraid to open up
we are more than a simple vessel to be consumed
we are life itself
giving birth to freedom of our soul
that fleeting translucent light
which shines beyond their comprehension
they need us to be complete
but as women we have no ego
just heart and spirit
wrapping them up inside us
to comfort their journey
give them sustenance
feed their yearning
to be man complete
we walk alone
needing no one to feel
just the rejuvination
of an awakening song
which nature brings upon a simple tray
and offers to us as an offering
a communion of spirit
as the ravin takes flight
and soars above our dreams. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/10/2007 10:37:41 AM | Women of the stars we are influenced
To dance with the universe that way
Whatever we say
We still carry the seeds of the stars we came in on.
Cancer women, for example.
Deeply caring schoolmarm
They can’t help it, they intuit everything
And want to nurture it back to their state of Bliss.
They insist
That everyone stay hopeful
That is their role
In the stars of things.
Virgo women, well they are vessels
Always waiting to be filled with desires
Their fires
Are deeply earth
And birth
Is what they do.
Aquarians, are damned hard workers
When working for a dream
They seem
To always know what they are doing
Despite the doubt
That plagues them.
And Oh those Piscean women
Weep at everything!
Far too sensitive for their own good,
You need an umbrella to be around them!
But they are deep,
And true,
And do not miss an undercurrent.
Libra women and Social causes
Have their very own sense of right
They will seduce you with their social knowing
Always showing their brilliance and wit
They were born with the hang of it.
In perfect balance.
Aries, ram headed
But always headed to success.
They will take charge
And show you the way
Like it or not
But you’ll love how it turns out
After all.
They were born on the ball.
Leo. They are blazing, they are fire
Mess with desire
And take the center stage
Brilliant in their shine
Charismatic they will entwine
You with just one glance.
Compelling.
Capricorn so practical
Loves things beautiful
And expensive.
She usually knows she’s worth it.
She expects it
And gets it
All.
Taurus women they say stay home
But none I’ve ever known
Was like that. As a matter of fact
They seemed career bound.
But I’ve found, they do want the stability
And the ability
To make you feel at home
And don’t like to live alone.
And Sagittarian women. What mysteries they are
Always the dark star still shining.
Wisdom so deep they do not know they have it
And look in bewilderment when asked
To share their knowing.
Always showing up
For the underdog.
Gemini, two faced.
Bi polar. Ha!
Not.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
You get all sides of her at once.
Just depends on your point of view.
She doesn’t deny it
She’s just not afraid to try it
On for size.
And Scorpio women
Do they really dress in purples and red?
Creative, they may make an art of fox instead
And blend. They are foxy women after all.
They have their own depths
And usually stand tall
In whatever they are working on
Including you.
Goddess shows her many faces through all of us,
Each unique by her stars
And her soul,
And her whole,
Being
Woman. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/10/2007 4:32:45 PM | ravincause..your poetry dances off the page and touches
so many...want to post this here as well...wanting to thank you
for your poetry
I can feel your gentle hand at rest,
as we walk through these pages at sea
always there,a friend I see,
truest beauty that comes from within
from these women of such unity,giving to others..
but with a gentle strength...no stranger to the storm,never giving in....
I can hear you,...I see you..... indeed,such unity,
feeling my own reflection looking back at me...
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The following words are written by Arleen Kapter
There is but one creation on this planet we
call Earth that fills each and every nook
and cranny with warmth, love, and the
strength of the ages wrapped in the touch
as soft as a kitten or the down of a new-
born chick.
Age only masks the outer covering with a
well deserved badge of tried and true,
yet underneath there lives the soul of
royalty with beauty that generations have
bent a knee to.
Woman - timeless in beauty, strength and
wisdom....
God was so very satisfied with Woman that
He placed her feet on the ground of humanity
and her heart in the pot at the end of each
rainbow.
Her smile can rule nations or soothe a child;
her touch can cause men to feel faint or push
doors open that were closed.
No hurdle is insurmountable nor path un-
traveled; yet exploration and curiosity are
just around the corner.
Imagination and creativity is shared with all
those who are willing to be hugged and
appreciated;
yet rebuff may stagger but never stop the love
a woman has - it is just tucked away for the
next moment in time.
Woman - love - and care - interchangeable,
irreplaceable -
a diamond with the beauty of a few rough
edges. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/11/2007 2:29:56 PM | | Wow Casheyes that was wonderful! Who knew a sisterhood would grow out of a dating site! That piece you posted makes me even prouder of being a sister. So many really sweet women and men on this poetry forum. I think you have to develop heart to be able to write poetry. You have to be able to be vulnerable, and that takes strength. No wonder you're all gathered here. Partial to Poets. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/12/2007 10:56:03 AM | wow.....you men and women of the poetry site get it.......so much hope for moma
I feel her heart in mine crying , her tears are of happiness and relief
Her children awake | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/13/2007 10:09:33 AM | | She who sees far eagle woman, thanks for that view. Kinda hopeful place at times here huh? I think that's why I hang out here. Autmn, I didn't ignore your beautiful post, I just posted the piece it inspired after it. In apreciation. Should have said so. You're a night owl like me sometimes eh? | |
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| Sisterhood
Posted: 2/13/2007 10:53:24 AM | Sisters, you know,
come in more than one gender. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/13/2007 10:55:09 AM | | Definately a moon child Ravin....I love to write deep into the night...it's easier to think. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/13/2007 3:25:14 PM | Moonchild, me too. Got snow yet?
Aloysha, I am so sorry. No matter what you do, this lifetime you are a brother, not a sister. No matter how many hormones a man may take, or how many times a man offers up his balls, he is still a brother. There is no shame in being a brother. It has it's own honour and it's own problems. Just diferent than being a sister. Sorry sweetie. You cannot join the sister club. But you are always welcome as a brother. Always. | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/13/2007 5:01:38 PM | | We have snow and lots of it. Cancelled the schools tomorrow and work wooo hooo | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/13/2007 7:01:01 PM | Has not hit here yet.Really cold though
All wrapped up in winters freeze
blankets of snow waiting to fall
and tuck us in for the night. | |
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| mothers
Posted: 2/14/2007 5:51:43 AM | valentine's day to me
has never been perfect
for lovers
too many commercials
its for mothers
it is me carrying
a crepe paper red heart
smothered with
lepages glue and frillies
and handing it to her
it was five boys
in art class
with fifty thumbs
creating five new masses of
red and pink
and her face smiling
taping them up
as if they were renoirs
where "everyone can see them"
on our fridge | |
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| mothers
Posted: 2/14/2007 5:57:00 AM | ^^^ exactly what I said to my teenagers today
how I wished they were babies again
ooops I should not have voiced
for I heard their guilt screaming
and then I tried to right it
...romance is for lovers
don't ask me to explain
you're still young to know
we can buy a new fridge
but those magnet heart pegs
will travel
until I remain
loving my sons and daughters
...always...
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 9:53:24 AM | Dear brother Ravin
re the sisterhood I was cravin',
it was with profound regret
I learned I haven’t made it yet
(and possibly never will) into that sisterhood
of which you’re understandably proud. Plain Misterhood
is where I’m stuck! But, look you,
she who divides humankind by gender
will soon encounter someone to render
it by race and nationality,
religion and ideology
and age and party or visions of reality
until we’re so cross-hatched
that each and every one of us alive
–-that is 6,688,696,775
(and counting)–live in our separate cells
while our solitary situation grows and swells... | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 11:53:25 AM | Dear Sister Jer
You know I truly care
but until I see you dare
to strut high heels
low cut silk shirt
and a tight black skirt
slit up the sides
right up to the thighs
(and not very
well, hairy),
I rest my case.
Always, you're Always beautiful. Happy hallmark day.
I just love your stuff sailor man. Happy valentines! From a Momma.
One of my daughters brought me a pink iced cupcake, with hearts. She loves me!
and!
The plow guy just arrived, so I can go out on my valentines date after all! | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 11:58:22 AM | This, I pieced from actual sentances muttered by my very beautiful and independant 19 yr old daughter. It was in first line last line.
It’s V day
Hurray
Hallmark has had their say
There should be a singles day
Where if you feel like it
You can buy yourself some shit
Like chocolates and roses and stuffed bears
That say stupid things like “I cares”
and this from silliness at Tobs place late last night. (snow day, got to sleep in!)
ode to cupid.
Ya lets get that little fat guy
Who’s wings are too small to fly
He’ll never catch me
I’m too fast you see
And Halmark won’t be coming by
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 12:05:21 PM |
but until I see you dare
to strut high heels
low cut silk shirt
and a tight black skirt
slit up the sides
right up to the thighs
Feb. 23, sistah! But as you‘ve no doubt heard “clothes make the man,” - the man, but not the sistah! | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 12:19:46 PM | But, when we do meet for that dinner date
If fate
will allow.....
How
Will we know who pulls out the chair?
Or do we even care?  | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 12:32:40 PM | How
Will we know who pulls out the chair?
Maybe more to the point, after dinner (we'll both have salads, of course) who pulls out her Visa card? | |
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| mothers
Posted: 2/14/2007 2:28:59 PM | grandma sat with him
with his cars movie valentines
he's three
his first year of school
I'm so proud of him
he used crayons, markers
he put a candy heart in each
sealed it with a kiss
for all his friends he now loves
he said grandma would be his valentine
....doesn't understand romance
.........just love...
my little romeo is just starting out
showing the tenderness of an offering
friendship, love, and a gentle kiss
Happy Valentines Ravin | |
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| women...again
Posted: 2/14/2007 5:15:28 PM | My sweet, demented Mom was my Valentine today
Just as she is most days anyway.
She doesn't remember one day from the next, poor dear
From me she hears the same thing again and again
That's 'I love you Mom..did you know that' ?
And her usual reply "I guess I did".
I told her when I got home from my hard day at work, how
I walked in and found a dozen red roses in a vase, from my
son who always says to me as well "I love you Mom, did you know that?"
To which I often (but not always) reply "I guess I did".
Happy Love Day to all, especially Mom.
lucidmoments | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 2/14/2007 5:34:34 PM | a poem for moma
today the phone did not ring, its a lonely day for many
far to often we expect gifts of love or thanks, they do not come
I can only send my wishes to the only one whom gives freely and unconditionally
the mother of all things gives us beauty, breath, and energy and life
so this is my phone call to her, be mine today and forever
my gift to you is my heart, and my promise to charish you and look out for you and be kind to you, and be the best woman that I can,
your cherubim heart daughter | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother
Posted: 2/14/2007 8:17:56 PM | Hey Aloysha, Whomever gets it first I guess!
Intenz, Thanks for your post here. Aw little boys, I had girls and didn’t get to see boys blossom in love. I am sure you will teach him well to be a good man.
Lucid, that was so sweet, love passed on through generations, as it usually is.
Eagle Sister/Mother/Daughter. You know you are greatly loved, don’t you? | |
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