| Springtime
Posted: 5/28/2007 10:06:17 AM | ^^^^^^^^^Great one my friend....keep spreading the word....^^^^^^^^
I went for a walk,
My life full of despair
Hardly a cloud in the sky,
But rain began to fall.
I could hear the loud thunder
Tearing up above
Following the lightning
As it ripped across the sky.
No matter how much noise
Or damage the storm caused,
In a contradictory way
It all seemed so serene.
As the downpor continued
Drenching me to my bones,
It cleansed my desperate thoughts
And took away my pain.
Before I knew it though,
The rain started to let up,
The lightning moved along
And the thunder, I could not hear.
Everything was so silent,
Until the birds began to sing
Their melodious hymns of gaiety,
Bringing tears forth from my eyes.
The sun was rising again
Shining through from the east,
Absorbing the fallen tears
That the heavens had shared with me.
Then there was a rainbow
Painted across the sky
And I knew the moment I saw it,
That I was not foresaken,
As I had believed. | |
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| Springtime
Posted: 5/29/2007 9:42:13 AM | Welcome S.Sally. Thanks for posting. Your poem reminded me of aline from "Streetcar named Desire" ---
Sometimes....there is God...so quickly sometimes God reminds us we are not forsaken in the most mundane things.
So happy you came by!
Red Earth Mother | |
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| Springtime
Posted: 5/29/2007 9:48:34 AM | | You are back REM and I hope well? | |
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| Springtime
Posted: 5/29/2007 11:11:06 AM | I think it's great to have threads for poetry on this site. Now that I'm aware of them, I'll be visiting quite a bit!
elaine | |
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| Re: Mother earth Commentary
Posted: 5/29/2007 11:20:20 AM | http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7866929448192753501&...=
Loose change !!!!!!!!!!!!! the world is dying but it's greed that is killing it !
George W Bush has maliciously killed more people in his term that any president in history.He has the blood of ten thousand+ people on his hands for the price of greed and the majority of them are americans.
Please watch the movie.
The Wisdom of Elvis But Not the King
I gladly support your right to have your opinion
Regardless of how ill informed I might think it be
I would likewise gladly lay down my life if such is warranted
To guarantee you may so glibly spout words I am not want to hear
But what I should hope more than all of this is that you in turn
Would respect my right not to listen, nor compel me to read
Nor trouble me with a madness in a world beyond my doorstep
And have such invade a simple sanctuary from said madness
Simply because you feel some point need be made and force fed
So feel free to speak from your heart in a manner
That soothes your troubled mind, but as such keep in mind
That there are those who feel different, and come to a place
Such as this, to forget about this among other worldly things
And for a time breath a sigh of releif that we may breath freely still
Not be choked by constant rhetoric be it true or not spewed forth by others
Nothing at all silly about peace, love and understanding
So I hope in peace you are wont to lovingly understand this
Have fun ;)! | |
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| the children have been busy
Posted: 5/30/2007 8:59:53 PM | Past our 100th post!
What a mix: poetry,good wishes, political, commentary and counter-commentary!
Passions aplenty! Now thats what I call a thread!
Update:I'm off clear liquids! Get my staples out & my 1st weigh-in Friday. The pain was bad at first but calmed down yesterday. Thanks so much for all the encouragement. Its easy to feel isolated and alone-I needed the extra boost you guys gave me. I envisioned this thread as a community as well as a place for poetry sharing.
Drove today but overdid while store-walking. I just need to pace myself.
Ecclesiastical thoughts today: best friend's mother just realised I'm Catholic.She has very strong opinions about the Church and she shared them with me. Had to do a lot of deep beathing and remind myself "she's 76 years old...let it go."
However,I had volunteered to help withVacation Bible school this year. Organizational meeting was tonight:which shouldI teach the children about first- sodomy,idol worship or how to choose the next anti-christ? I hope the latter is recognized as a frustrated joke inspired by the former.   
My spacebar is sticking and I'm getting aggitated having to seperate my words.
Much love. Give yourself ahug and here's a goodnight kiss from Mother | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival-- Topics to inspire
Posted: 5/30/2007 9:11:05 PM | I love watching different writers takes on the same subject,so lets play
A few starting points
the color of his/her hair is like...
God
that moment I knew...
altered states of consciousness
the sea
animals
Remember,the topics are optional, great free verse welcome anytime.
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival-- Topics to inspire
Posted: 5/31/2007 11:33:44 AM | R.E.M- Glad to hear all is going well with your procedure. Fingers still crossed that it turns out in the end as you hoped it would be in the beginnning.
The Cool Side of the Pillow
Sun in the window
Rude Awakening
Electronic Bumblebee's
Wailing and droning
Buzzing fills my ears
Eyes open unwilling
I'm up I'm awake
Enough make it stop
For the love of God
Enough already
Wash and scrub
Brush and polish
Spit and rinse
Grab a mug
Grab a bite
Hurry for the door
I know it's late
I'm running late
Beep Beep
Stop and Go
Pay the ferryman
Cross the River
Bridge the gap
Between my world
And the nether region
Hustle Bustle
Hurry Hurry
Worry worry
Reports are done
On the desk
Been there an hour
Did you even bother
Take time to look
Silent whistle blows
Take a break
Grab a bite
Drink a Martini
Drink a Martini
Drink a Martini
Bustle Hustle
Pass the hours
Count the minutes
Game over
Same as before
In reverse no less
That moment I knew
This life is killing me
Time to chuck it all
Find time to be me
Brush and polish
Spit and rinse
Settle in to settle
Smother snoozing Bees
Nail window shut
Sleep maybe dream
Of a sea of people
I'll no longer swim with
Ferryman forever waiting
So ends relayed rat race
In peaceful pieces
On the cool side of the pillow | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival-- Topics to inspire
Posted: 5/31/2007 9:20:56 PM | Appalachian Stonehenge
The pine trees stand in an imperfect oval
An Appalachian Stonehenge of sorts
In the midst of this dark hardwood forest.
A small clearing opens in the pines
The sunlight beams down on a carpet of thick pine straw
Like the spotlight of God on holy ground.
Should I remove my shoes like Moses
Or remove my clothes like a pagan
And soak up those warm and holy rays.
It is the perfect moment, the perfect place and
Something special should happen here.
I should find Jesus or myself or a healing spring
That will cure suburban angst and middle-aged loneliness.
I should fall to my knees in awe, fall in love without fear,
Fall back into the arms of my gentle childhood faith.
But I cannot lose myself, not even to gain the world.
My love of the forest cannot conquer my knowledge of it.
Broken bottles up the trail speak of hunters and vagrants.
This russet blanket is perfect cover and camouflage
For a copperhead or a rattlesnake
And the holes beneath the tree roots speak
Of borrowing creatures and those that pursue them.
I am afraid to lay or sit here. I cannot relax.
I am called but dare not answer too loudly.
I am moved but remain immobile.
Standing in the oval’s center, I look up
The trees frame the sky’s dome like lashes and
I feel like I am floating in the eyeball of God.
Is it revelation or vertigo?
Something special should happen here
All I can do is start chanting the 23 Psalm
“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want…”
But I do want, oh, how I want
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…”
And, oh, I wish I could lay down here on this sacred spot
“He leads me beside the still water…”
And I smell my life like a stagnant pond
A dancing thing that fell into a deep spot
And was never able to rise above itself again.
I turn to go. From the dark woods, I look back.
The spotlight of sun illumines the pine straw
Shall I liken the color to Rossetti angel hair,
Too beautiful to be real? Or to rust,
Real but too common to be called beautiful. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 7:14:04 PM | (Bringing this one home from Sacred Art of Storytelling Thread....this is a true story)
Blind Love
(for Reggie)
My lover is losing his vision
But still recognizes me at 25 feet
Though I have taken on the softness
Of an Impressionist painting in a smoky room.
I am his faithful companion
I scout out the land and lead him to bits of beauty
He might otherwise miss.
He thanks me, calls me his angel
And at night his fingers brush over my body
As though he wants to read my passion in Braille.
My lover is going blind.
I have become a vague blur that cautions,
Corrects and comforts.
The colors are leaking out,
Leaving behind a wash of gray thickening daily.
He lays me down, his eyes 5 inches above my skin
He can see me clearly only in parts.
He has become more immediate, he grasps desperately.
He is thirsty for detail
Fearful of the eternal night of the senses.
He is easily frustrated
He curses and cries, pushes my hand away
And begs me to stay.
My lover’s eyes have died,
The darkness has conquered him.
He knows me now only by the sound of my voice,
The touch of my fingers, the taste of my flesh.
When I am quiet he accuses me of hiding from him
Like a spiteful child playing blind man's bluff.
He is often stoned. He takes a pill from each bottle
And washes it down with straight whiskey.
My words no longer amuse him; my assurances of love
And faithfulness, of dog-like loyalty do not calm him.
I am God in the hands of angry sinner.
His accusations and rages are not meant to be answered.
Last night, he reached for my cheek,
He held it with his left hand
With gentleness I had almost forgotten.
I turned my face to kiss his palm.
Then with his free right hand
He slapped me.
My lover is blind but I am not.
And my eyes are open.
I was willing to frolic with him
In the early puppy love days,
So full of life and light.
But I was also willing to walk with him
As his sun set, to lead him
Through the crowd, to warn him
Of sudden obstacles, to put myself
Between him and the world
And catch him if he stumbled.
I could have been The man's best friend,
A fawning puppy,
A watchdog,
A loyal companion
Fetching his slippers,
A seeing eye dog,
Vigilant and undeterred
But
I’ll be b*tch- slapped by no man. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 7:42:58 PM | snapshot
the color of her hair
was like butterscotch
caramel topping
rich and warm
but she said
too green
and dyed it
deep red
I keep the picture
leaning over
to fasten her heels
the curve and sweep of her hair
against the satin
of her prom gown
of such small memories
a mother's life
is made
LS 6/01/07 | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 8:06:24 PM | Very nice poem, Rem!
Many lines stick out for me but these ones I really like..
Though I have taken on the softness
Of an Impressionist painting in a smoky room.
well, I like the whole flow of the poem and the personal subject matter...Nice job! | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 9:02:44 PM |
The trees frame the sky’s dome like lashes and
I feel like I am floating in the eyeball of God.
Is it revelation or vertigo?
REM - I feel so spiritual and alive in the woods
a favourite place of mine is an old ruins in the clearing
waterfalls that tease the senses and calm the soul
the trees talk to me and I feel their powerful influence
seeping into me - I awaken and have wondered what it would be like
to strip naked and feel the cool earth beneath me
the wind crying through the trees
there is something unexplainable
a church of the spirits
the hymns sung in unison with the spirit. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 9:09:30 PM | | Wow. Blind Love is amazing. Very powerful. Just love your stuff red earth Momma. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 9:51:27 PM | Strawberry blond crowned with black
white and purple
draped with youthful neglect
pipers ignored except by the assembled throng
the school song
tears,
fears of what is to come
where have the years gone?
To all who graduated in the class of 2007 | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival
Posted: 6/1/2007 9:56:03 PM | | Pickles where did you graduate from? I had a piper at my granduation - long white dress and red roses. | |
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| Salutation to the Dawn
Posted: 6/2/2007 6:53:32 AM | Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course, lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of beauty,
For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day!
Such is the salutation to the dawn. | |
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| There is a fire within us
Posted: 6/2/2007 7:00:13 AM | There is a fire within us..
that only needs a touch to bring forth flame.
Passion ignites...
when I hear you whisper my name.
My body shivers... oh...
but not from cold...
but from the sweet anticipation...
of a desire that never seems to grow old.
I lay my head upon your chest..
kiss your skin softly.
I breathe in the manly scent of you...
it intoxicates me like wine...
making my senses whirl...
or maybe it is the way your hands...
are softly caressing my back...
making me melt...
yet every nerve is tingling...
with the need of you.
You gently lift me up and softly kiss my forehead
Sending chills all down my spine
Can't wait the anticipation...
Softly kiss up your body gently caress our lips...
My body fills with excitement and anticipation
Hands roaming each others bodies
Filling the silkiness of your skin
My heart starts pounding from pleasure | |
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| Blind Love
Posted: 6/2/2007 8:42:04 AM | Wow! That is powerful. I could almost feel the sting of that slap and the heartache it provided. Excellent!
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| No Title
Posted: 6/2/2007 8:48:00 AM | You're loving some else, I don't need you to say it
I can already feel it to the depth of my soul
You're whispering to her the words once meant for me
Touching her face and looking into her eyes
with the passion you held for me... once
Making love to her the way we always imagined
it would be for us... wild and torrid
In the waves of ecstasy that ripple your body
do you call her name as you once spoke mine?
I torture myself with thoughts like this
Like being caught in a torrential downpour
I can't see my pathway to escape
I've tried to let the wind carry me away
But at the last moment I cling to you
I want to be free but my heart won't let me
I can find comfort in the arms of another man
but it would be an empty lie
One I would gladly throw off and discard
if ever you called me back to you.
Is this anyway to live and love you might ask ?
It's the only way I know how...
with my whole heart, soul and being
I give it all, there is no other way
When it's discarded and strewn at my feet
it will take some time before I can gather it all.
For all the love that is squandered
I will pick up the pieces. | |
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| No Title
Posted: 6/2/2007 9:42:14 AM | | I simply wanted to stop in to say that although I am not at all practised in Free Verse, I very much and am learning a great deal from the amazing writes found within your thread REM...a very talented and inspiring poet are you....so just so you know, I am a silent spectator who at many times find myself in total awe of your writes. Possibly one day I shall try my hand....for now I enjoy the view and wish to congratulate you on your weight loss and wish you continued strength after undergoing your procedure. Peace....Wicked | |
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| Love internally
Posted: 6/2/2007 11:21:28 AM | A love that fills only your heart is
A love that may come and go.
But a love that caresses your soul
Is a love worth more than gold.
Many times the heart tries to take control
But we simply must stop and listen to our soul.
For more wiser is our spirit within.......
Than any bond our hearts could ever
comprehend. | |
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