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Posted: 8/9/2007 4:25:15 PM | The Slayer
Sleeping in the shadow of
the dragon’s keep I dreamt
you blistered and bleeding
epee drawn, battling alone behind
prison walls of sneering teeth
and noxious breath
If I could, I would gather into myself
all the wisdom of the immortals,
the courage of ten thousand warriors
the memory of a mother’s prayers
and free you of this serpent’s embrace
But I am just a woman
with no arsenal to fight
save, tears to bathe your wounds
a breath of love when you are gasping,
two hands to catch you if you falter
and a heart that won’t let go | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 5:57:46 PM | | I Love You......................................................Forever..................... | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 8:28:03 PM | Ditto
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The Gift
The rain today has softened the earth
Trees that yesterday were bowed
tongues scraping the dirt for
a drop of life stand erect,
stretching luxuriously into
orange sunset hues
The well is full and once again
I bask in the spiritually
moisturizing splendor
of a serene aqua night | |
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Posted: 8/10/2007 9:39:03 PM | The Overture
I hadn’t heard an opus since
I threw the remote at the wall
When the batteries died
Then this morning, I was aroused by
an almost forgotten sound
so sultry sweet my back arched
to meet each caressing note.
Musical fingers strumming my spine
like the taut strings of a classical guitar
The song intoxicating as a Sahara monsoon
I thought the music had returned but
it was just a dream. | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:10:42 AM | For The Falconer On Saturday
Know as you go today
The beauty of it all
Which is yours
Know that I have attached myself
To the smallest feather
With a delicate poetry
Surely to fail
But if not
You will know
On the wing my eyes
Will send the dream of being free
Into your heart | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:26:21 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~FLIGHT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soaring above with the wings of a Falcon
engaging in flight.....above the earth so slow
Knowing within your kind soul
the message sent is one of love.
Soaring is like release of the soul
majestic wings....get the wind........
off they go.
Finding this flight...is an immersion in life
always wishing....again......to take flight.
 L.  | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:30:29 AM | For The Falconer On Saturday
Today, I will paint this poem with feathered brush on wings of light. Esperanza. | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:52:25 AM | Already posted but seems to fit under finger painting beautifully..
Ribbons of summer drawing you forward
into lovely quiet places
down the lane
forgotten now
the grasses seed in mass profusion
to hide a lovely bed of wild flowers
tossed in the winds of timeless beauty
a deer by the clearing
ears perked up as she rests
and suckles her young
this is her doorstep to freedom
and our gateway to the warm embrace
of a summers dream
hidden from prying eyes
the eagle paints the sky in circles
lie with me and forget that we exist
down in the sweet warm grass
let your body become one with the earth
as it was before the birth of the sun
no meaning or purpose the mind soars
changes occur as the ocean’s chameleon
looks deep inside
envisioning the softness of woman
the viability of man
in the blindness of a moment
wings spread wide in graceful ease
heartbeats in symmetry
the gathering wind sighs
as a dress flutters in the breeze
an open curtain for your eyes
as you gaze down from the sky
gently touching
kisses deep
the clouds burst open
shattering drops of feelings
a oneness
the love of passion’s fury
a bee descends upon its chosen flower
helplessness
she paints the sky now in her whispers
he pulls the earth closer and closer
waiting for the point of no return
the fawn raises its head
ears twitching
full of the milk of existence
no one needs to ask why
we need to share the land
or paint the sky together
its so simple
we understand. | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 8:55:19 PM | Jules...meet Black Mary. Black Mary...meet Jules. As always Jules....
AF...I love your poem almost as much as I love BM's (but that's another story LOL). Thanks for the gift.  | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 1:12:15 AM | The Post
Hearing the call of the fevered wind
emerging from distant lands
she unlaced the confining corset
that had long restrained her will.
With pen in hand she wrote a note
her hope pinned to the door.
In the peaceful rise of morning,
they found a gaping hollow.
Glass cut curtains billowed
across the black stained floor.
And lying there amid the rubble
the note that she had written
still pinned to the door
~ Don’t look for me or mourn my fate
Death did not take these eyes
With gentle hands the velvet wind
swept away my sorrow, and
lifted me on feathered bed
into the ocean skies. ~ | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 12:16:22 PM | On Quieting
In the dark
A voice
Growing louder
Though I cover
my ears it rings
decibels of truth
pounding unfiltered noise
to remission.
Radial shafts
massage the temple soul | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 1:04:10 PM | She sees
She sees the mountain
Burning
She sees the wind
Dissolving
She sees the stars
Falling
She sees the veil
Lifting
She sees the light
Returning
No one sees her | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 2:46:51 PM | Time Travel
Did you know
I once won an archery competition
Feathered arrow from quiver
(I’ve always loved that word)
Arms-length bow centered shoulder height
Eyes steady, two knuckles rigid bent
Breathe, hold, draw, release
It felt natural, as if I had been
Born to it from ages past
Wrapped in heath and heather
On far-off mystic Moors
Now, with leather gauntlet
through Hawk eyes I am reborn
Time dissolves in shadow
Dwelling on ancient cliffs
Facing the four corners
I am Home. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 4:38:42 PM | I had a merit badge in that
sharpshooting and swimming too
I flunked first aid
just like I did first grade
for putting back together the disected rats,,
with crazy glue
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Posted: 8/12/2007 6:32:49 PM | | I don't blame you...rats need love too! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 8:05:05 PM | How does one paint pain?
Does it just flow in a single brushstroke.......
and just fall off the canvas .......?
Like something that fell from the black sky?
Colours of deepest darkest....feelings....so very black......
like something of VanGogh.......
The colours were sometimes bright.......
yet the pain ....still resided
the ending....was sad.....
yet the life.....was immeasurable.....
within the art
finding pain...in oils.....
I have yet to find........
is a sincere wish of mine....
soon to see what this pain .....
brings to me....and the canvas.....
with paint......
maybe more than the words I can write.....
Life is so very trembling...and indefinite
like something that fell from heaven........
we try to keep ........
in a locket........
yet....we cannot.....
we try hard.......
we are lost!
Life is so much more than we have capacity
to hold!
My God it truely........
takes me down.....
everyday.....
it is shown.....
and my heart cries
I die a little.....
each day....
yet try to live....
for the day.....
No other way
is all....
and when we are at this place.....
maybe someone can show us.......
we may be in a good place....
and we pray! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 8:24:21 PM | Oh Jules. There is no barometer for pain. In his darkest years, Picasso’s paintings were completely dominated by dark shades of blue. It was also the time of his most brilliant work.
It is a cruel trick of the universe that everything has an equal and opposite reaction including joy and pain. The more joy we feel, the harder it is for us when that joy is taken away.
There is no cure for yin and yang. We will never have one without the other. The best we can do is try to understand and appreciate the lessons of both. Peace my friend. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 11:07:57 PM | water and earth.....Fire and wind........
Ying and Yang..........this is no ones word,,,,,
but the Gods...
a simple gesture....of life.........
Seems we all see it ...come to strife.......
such a simple words...
yet the pain....
is still hard!
Imagine a world without the pain..........
Yet of the joy............
would we purely imagine?
Simple thought........
simple thing..........
hard to swallow......
pain .........life brings! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 11:44:49 PM | I want to squish paint between my fingers.....
From the top of the hill
I can see the grey world down there
the people like ants
crawling through life
I sit, very still
deep, long breaths of fresh air
I look at my red balloon
bobbing in the breeze
A bird lands near me
I stay very still
It pretty blue wings
lift it back to the sky
The grass bends and dips
its green head bowing
patterns form like pictures
shifting and changing
I stand and start to run
my purple shoes
drumming out the beat
as I race the clouds | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 8:37:39 AM | Jules....chin up.
Lacrymosa...thanks for the lovely finger painting. Feel free to paint these walls anytime.  | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 10:13:36 PM | The Earth...Can You Hear Me….I am calling
Can you hear me through the clamor
Muffled threads unraveling
Are you listening, I am calling
Can you hear me, I am standing
Neath your window, trumpet blaring
Tympan bleating, can you see me
Groping blindly past your threshold
Tapping wildly, hollow spaces
White cane thrashing, can you feel
The compass spinning
Polaris orbits into stardust
Icebergs melting out of treason
Can you hear me, I am calling | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 10:19:01 PM | | You write really well great job. I liked almost all of your poems. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 10:36:42 PM | | Thanks DPM ...I think. LOL | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 8:34:13 AM | Mutiny
I haven’t painted in quite a while
The pitched studio dark. A tenacious
cloud obscuring the skylight.
Appalled, the sable brushes disrobed,
cross hairs spread-eagle on the floor
The splinter group of wooden easel legs
trip a stuttering Merengue in rapid 2/4 time
While the pale canvas, a shrinking wallflower
trembles meek in the shadows
And the impish paints that once chattered
like magpies about this and that
broadcasting opinions in vivid colour,
mute. Disquietingly so.
Where is Jacob’s ladder when you need it? | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 9:16:36 AM | Magnetic Fields of Spirit
Aft the night trance
Into the airglow we pass through
The demon hast been cast out
The heart is now circumcised and
The impish-sinews hath been sacrificed to spirit-flame
Whispers besprinkle the tunnels
The neophytes are searching for a body
My ancient friend—is this thy presence?
“What’s the absolute magnitude of spirit?”
A petroglyph appears in the center!
To the center we trance
Out this shrine the spirit floats the body collapses
But it must be all a dream
Mustn’t it?
Wast the canvas first blank?
Indelible imagery must liveth thereupon!
Did not we become immortality?
Did not we touch the great vision?
Raphael my soul, do awaken the wind—
Whereupon we finally see the canvas screams.
Unto a spirit galaxy the mind is lifted
The eyes refuse to open—there’s a struggle within the self
Walking upon the jagged knife unto the axis of infinity
Will we all return? Do we wish to return?
Background radiation emits magical forces
This couldn’t be true—I standeth upon upward gravity
Unto the chant we becometh celestial spheres
I can but pray to make these visions in crystals
Cosmic rays pierce the spirit’s alive
How does one expound upon this invisible phenomenon?
How does one manifest the invisible cosmology?
Telepathically we travel into the ONE Mind
The luminous motion is hypnotic but the spirit knoweth home
Ravished and thus eclipsed all is suddenly uncalm
The center disappears
In our palms we hold the vision
The nebula is dissipating
We are left with secrets
Unutterable truths
That live | |
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