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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/12/2008 5:26:49 PM | Having caught Naive & Witty's definition of abstract poetry,
I've a new layer to add to my appreciation of your talent with
writing, Mandrake. With a little practice, and a little less of my
usual romantic fu-fu style, I might try my hand at writing the raw
emotions without the need for complete word visuals.
Decibels of silence
Louder
Than whispered moments
Filled with promises
From smiling eyes
Honed into perfection
On bleeding hearts
Left in the wake
Of a pitifully sad
Silently screaming reality | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/12/2008 5:38:24 PM | Leaving here, bring over from Ash.i.Am's thread:
crayons dipped in phoenix fire
- - - - - -
Like the oarsman of D.H. Lawerence's creation
The one who pulls us out of the deep end
And brings us safely into the light
Pulling us along those extra few steps
Until we can once again
Take up the oars for ourself and
Praying for wind
For friendly shores
Go into the future | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/12/2008 6:35:50 PM | (Haven't tried yet, or more truthfully,
not come up with anything that abstractly
evokes emotions yet.
Always appreciate your encouragements.) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 6:59:12 AM | Greetings O blessed morn,
warmed by thy gentle hand,
winds stirring the trees
as limbs frolic, kissing
skies, swaying playfully,
like Vaudevillian slapstick,
That life should be
O, such a divine comedy!
Let me fly
in the feathered sky,
O blessed morn! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 7:06:44 AM | listenin' to the coffee pot
as I open the blinds
my eyes
and my mind
streeeeeeeeetch......aaahhhh.....
let the sunshine in
...we begin....again...
G'mornin Mandrake! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 7:31:20 AM | Ahhhhh...thank you Ash! I'm still workin on my second coffee:
Greet the day
this way,
with smiles
and chuckles,
a bit of love,
a kind thought,
a gentle touch,
stretch, and
feel everything
that is alive! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 8:04:12 AM | I had but one color left,
so I painted the canvas black
and called it death!
and as I slept, the eyes
of the canvas smiled
upon my slumber,
coaxing my soul
into the darkness,
Awaking next morn,
I was greeted,
not by a black canvas,
but one the color of
my soul!
brought home from Ash's thread. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 8:06:41 AM | brought home from Hammy's thread.
O' great morn,
thou greetest me
with such symphony,
conducting the
masterpiece of life,
thy sweet vibrations
caressing mine ears,
soothing the soul,
lifting spirits
to soar,
O' great morn
I greet thee,
let me not waste
such wonders!
I have but this day,
and lo, let me share it
with just one,
that I shall call on
minstrels
to perform
such rhapsody! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/14/2008 9:24:25 AM | Brought home from Eyes thread.
Look....look back!
the stepping stones
of your life,
your ocean awaits....
Your stepping stones
lay behind you,
visible, tangible,
hinged to your actions,
each movement,
as you look into the mirror,
how many stepping stones
are people?
How many stones
have a bloody footprint?
and how many
are decorated
with love?
Look....look back,
and count each stone
carefully
your ocean awaits! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/15/2008 5:55:08 AM | Precious moments,
my mind, an accordian
of thoughts, past melodies
dance in vibrant
recollections,
images smiling from
their picture frames,
his words still loud and clear...
"You just wait till you have children!"
and I did!
Even though you are gone now,
I know you can still hear me,
Happy Fathers Day Dad! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/15/2008 8:56:54 AM | (thank you manny for reminding me to wish you all a wonderful father's day....)
~fathers~
my father
didn't wear life well
just didn't fit
too tight for his liking
needed room to roam
tried to conform
but the shoes pinched
often thought he
would've been happier
in a different time
maybe not...
maybe some just aren't
meant to be happy
but still...
i smile at the memories
sitting on his lap
dancing standing on his feet
he... bigger than life
will always be
******
his two year old
owns his heart
he melts in her presence
i delight in the warmth
such patience, such love
oh..i can only imagine
the heated conversations
they will have
had many with him
growing up
and she, even at two
has that spirit
that pushes
i know
the importance of
he being in her life
i smile
at the man he has become | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/15/2008 1:42:45 PM | With handful of days until the summer solstice
This morning waxing so hushed
One can hear the sunrise alight
A flutter of eyelashes behind sunglasses
Breathing in a watercolor landscape
Awash in every vibrant hue
On the verge of the season of the sun
Blooming into happiness | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/15/2008 5:01:20 PM | Rose, Expat...thanks for the lovely writes!
It's been a lazy, but fabulous day....got the chores out of the way, then went out for a while with my daughter. Having pizza for supper! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/16/2008 6:42:49 AM | Smoke screens,
dark moons
mirror burning cinders,
in the heart of night
the yellow light,
rages on. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/16/2008 8:42:22 PM | first Home, womb.
water, swimming, warm and food,
holding without grasping
floating without tumbling
Mother without aching, then
birth.
When the Mother dies, something of home goes with her.
We are left to build the womb with the tools she gave us,
the design we create, the doors and windows, the oven, the shelves,
sawing and measuring, painting and installing,
knowing all the while that this home is impermanent like the womb.
We are left to discover the Womb with the tools we have courage to take up,
without her permission, no one's permission is needed ever, evermore,
for this Home that has always sustained us and will
when we, too, join the Mother in death, still
in the Home that houses the wombs. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/17/2008 4:18:16 AM | Durga.....thank you for your delicate reminder and wonderful word play. I love the message and the sentiment you have portrayed in your write! Thanks for decorating this thread. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/17/2008 9:33:51 AM | Oh the beauty within these lines read!!!
Delicately spreading the magic
Loving tenderly in fatherly ways
Appreciating each and every single one
Individually special!!!
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/18/2008 5:30:06 AM | ahhhhh Hammy! lovely words indeed....thanks for dropping in!
Glass slivers in souls pool,
etching scars of life,
cutting edges time worn,
forming wisdom's plate. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/18/2008 6:46:39 PM | 6-18-08
wearing new clothes
her twisted body lies on the bed
must remember to do her toe nails next visit
they are chipped and breaking
maybe i'll paint them
if she wants me to
'i can't remember a thing...
i hear it but it floats right thru me'
-i know granny
'can you just take care of things'
-of course granny
all you need to do is enjoy and relax
she knows
it's just a matter of time
am so frustrated with the bureaucracy
it's a full time job
am saddened to think of the elderly without family
advocates to care for their needs
i hate our system
holding her hand she recalls
a memory like it was this morning
but can't remember if she ate today
stroking her head
i give her news of the family
she smiles
and hugs me tightly
i go for seconds
wanting to hold on
forever | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/18/2008 7:20:05 PM | Thank you Rose....such a beautiful, and yet, sad read. Lovely sweety.
Searching mortality's vestibules,
memory banks cleansed
of mortal sins,
clinging to one succulent morsel
in the slipstream of life,
craving to sate that elusive hunger,
that yearning of fullfilment
long since forgotten,
or was that compromised?
forsaking all else! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/19/2008 5:56:26 PM | I am Lost
Today is not any day,
it is one of disbelief,
one of heartbreak,
a sense of loss for that
which can never be replaced!
A death of sorts,
a piece of history,
as well as it's landmark
now gone!
the doors have closed
forever.
JW Doules,
since 1929,
the oldest and dearest
used book store,
a gold mine of written treasures,
three floors piled high,
now empty,
except for the smell
that still lingers,
hanging on like a ghost,
waiting for someone to
take it home!
I spent a huge amount of time in this store, and most of my books over the years came from this store. I spent hours in there whenever I visited....now it is gone! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/19/2008 9:31:26 PM | I'm sorry-that would feel like a death to me also.
splattered ink on parchment
pages turning to illustrations
written words guiding the mind
the inner soul walking
the author weaving any that open
the cover into the story
chameleon changing
rearranging words to fit
the crime
actions to fit the page
love to fill the sense | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/19/2008 11:30:04 PM | Sad to hear of your sense of loss, Mandrake, having felt
similar when favorite vintage pieces of my own life change.
There are days I awaken and
Feel deflated
The wind gone from my sails
Not even aware if I’m sitting in the boat
Or if I’m splashing around in the water
On those days I just can’t pick up the oars
Can’t pull myself over the edge and
Back into the boat
Grateful for the oarsmen in my lifetime
Those who’ve plucked me from the water
And lent their powerful arms to the task of rowing
Bringing my spirits up again
Bringing me to safety
Smiling encouragement
When I finally reach again for the oars
Always inspired by the character of the oarsman
from D.H. Lawerence’s book
The Plumed Serpent
Who helped the redheaded heroine, Kate. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/20/2008 5:43:50 AM | Jujubee...hiya sweety. Nice to see you back to normal! Love your write. I have a lot of books as memories of the old book store.
Expat...lovely write. Folks are petitioning the city to save the building, as they want to tear it down now that the store has closed. | |
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