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Posted: 6/21/2008 8:24:46 AM | well, there was an incident last year...but I thought all that was done. I do know there are some who left to publish, and once published, cannot have their words here.
Intellectual theft is heinous! I highly doubt anything I write would be the caliber they are looking for, but I am incensed on the behalf of friends who are that good...remember this, they can steal your write, they can't steal the brain that made it, and you can write again. Can they? 
There are several phrases I use that seem too brilliant for me. I do wonder where I got them, in my magpie reading habits....oh look! a shiny phrase!.......then again, is there anything new under the sun? Yes. Every time I hear an original melody I'm floored by the talent and creativity which would enable them to create something new amidst all the flotsam and jetsam of old. Oh, and I'm just a little bit jealous, too....
when you kiss upon a star
embracing the cosmic kiss
my human face turned up
in bliss
a swooning maiden
in a Klimt painting
fill me with the lust
of knowing
consciousness growing
wistful wish
upon a star
I cast my heart and mind
beyond the sandbar
of the planet earth
I long to know
my inner worth
LS 6/21/08
err....sorry for starting your new page, silver.....I forgot to look at the post numbers.... | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 8:40:48 AM | oops forgot to say
“The House of the Rising Sun" is a folk song from the United States
Like many classic folk ballads, the authorship of "The House of the Rising Sun" is uncertain.”
(Wikipedia)
Forgot to say the animals made it famous but they didn’t write it.. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 12:39:59 PM | Wow silverswan...been reading through here today and found so many great writes! Thank you so much for putting thoughts to paper and allowing others of us to feel them.
Lots of emotion and beauty here, even some from a darkness. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 5:23:56 PM | Swannie, wow. oe day off for the Solstice and whammy, speechless, but d not want to loose you sister of my soul, my goats and I would greive, last night at the bonfire, my big old Alpine Buck Whether, but I am quite sure he does no know that accompanied me down the
newly mown field to the fire, wow it was surreal, the babies Ash and Ember, prancing four feeted joy into the air with Tilley mom watching over them, my mini-mancha;s Houdini and wife Belle all accompanied us, with drums, flutes and even a uke!!
The kids and I would miss you dearly, wait for each new day to see what you are thinking | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 7:01:49 AM | ohhh...
enjoy the day
play
set my spirit free
live
in the moment
beyond words
experience
being
no expectations
just accept
gratefully
no
mindfvking
today
i wanna play! | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 8:29:56 AM | Oh, swan- I understand (and share!) your outrage at someone stealing your words but I hate thinking I'll no longer hear your voice.
I write because there are things in my heart and head that I want to pull out and see in the light of day. I've found a place to do that here. If someone is taking my writes (although I can't imagine that anyone would !) and posting them as their own, it doesn't change that it's my voice.
that's an ill-fitting suit you're wearing
patched together with scraps
of other people's souls
it must chafe and bind
under the burden
of all that nasty karma you're toting | |
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Posted: 6/22/2008 5:33:50 PM | Hi guys!!!! Thanks to everyone for posting while i was out on the mighty Hudson River, singing with Pete Seeger, (oh my gawd, i cried and cried), dancing up a storm, bringing down the house (i added a verse to a folk song about 300 of us were singing in the torrential, hailing, thunderstorm, "Gonna Kick George Bush right in the Tush!" oh migosh, did I have FUN or what????? Met hundreds of great people, danced my ass off, have extreme laryngitis now and can't talk for all the singing.... was the singular best thing i have done for myself in a dog's age..... just magical, and all right beside the river i love so much, all with like-minded people who love our planet and care for it with a heartfelt zeal, all with the power of music to bring us together, bound in joy and harmony..... was a stupendous weekend.... and the rain didn't faze me at all - ws just like Woodstock, 39 years ago!!!!!!!!!!!
Clearwater 2008
hippy dippy gowned in daisies
straw hatted to add panache
cotton candy clouds over the Hudson
sun streaming, singing all day by gosh
native american drums, flutes and chanting
prayers and blessings, people together, banding
Good Ole Pete out there running
between tents, he's only 86!!!!!!
banjos fiddlers mandolins, harps
penny whistles guitars galore
(wish I had brought my squeezebox!)
Met the prettiest pair of toes i ever saw
all bright red with daisies and silver bands adorned
two stepped to the Zydeco, jigged with the celtic band
this fat ass was shaking guys, who'd a thunk i'd be reborn!!!!
Sunday brought in heavy rains
crowds went flying for cover,
but you know me, I stayed out there
hail don't worry this music lover!!!!
Singing with Pete If I had a Hammer and Turn Turn Turn
brought tears to my eyes as memories returned
of a younger me, activist, bold and brave
Pete is my hero , always was, always will be
This weekend in my heart and soul I did save | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 4:45:46 AM | Solstice Vigil
The fire burns
with new delight
stars garbed in
fog lit feathers
Gibbons moon
watching
hidden
though bright
new mown path
cut through pasture
voices rising
softly chanting
young and old
gathered
sage smudged
smiling
the chant
softly drifting
mixing with the
loon song
the air clear
charged by
haunting voice
of my singing bowl
goats ad sheep
curious
and knowing
watch
this
ritual
repeated
unending
wish I was with you Swannie, though lovely solstice party, drumming. singing bowls, kids and all around he fire welcoming the summer sun, as I walked down the new mown path, slick my big alpine escorted me a respectful distance, then allowed me to continue alone, | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 9:56:05 AM | bright buzz of conversation
spiked with the clamor of children
charcoal smoke and bug spray scents
mixed with simple summer smell
of grass and warm earth
flickering candles on a lazy afternoon
altar full of wildflowers and hope and love
always love
winding through each trill of laughter
in each hugged welcome
each glance met with a smile
clasped hands sticky with watermelon
circle filled with the family we've chosen
as we gather to sing down the sun
howl up the moon
celebrate the firefly dance of changing season | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 3:38:25 PM | ~mary~
i want to take your pain
roll it up
in a tight little ball
drench in gasoline
lite the match
i want to watch it burn
red, then orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo, and violet
as the fire gets hotter...
sending ashes
to the heavens
floating back down...
i want to gather each ash
one by one
in my palm
deliver them to you
with all my love
~*~
(swanie...i just want to leave this here for now...thank you..~rosie.) | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 5:58:41 PM | oh rosie, i'm in tears now...... you are such a gift to me, i simply do not know what I would do without you and M and A..... you guys light up my life and have such loving hearts.... yeah people, there are REAL people here, with REAL hearts and REAL emotions.... makes me sick you double identity jerks are out there, wasting everyone's time, playing your stupidasssss games when you could be a real person too, with a real heart and real feelings...... love, friendships, connections are sometimes all we can cling to in times of terrible trouble. some of you should seriously rethink your penchant for mind games because just what are you adding to the universe? what are giving ? what goodness and goodwill and wholeness do you add to anyone's lives, to this day??? I say, nothing. nothing at all.... you are a sad waste of the rapidly depleting resources of this planet we have to share, we have to nurture. and we must to be good to each other, inclusive to all. rosie, i just adore you. you truly know the nature of all beautiful things, bringing joy to others and honor unto yourself.
" And for ourselves, the intrinsic "Purpose" is to reach, and to remember, and to declare our commitment to all the living, WITHOUT DECEIT, and without fear, and without reservation. We do what we can. And by doing it, we keep ourselves trusting, which is to say, vulnerable, and more than that, what can anyone ask? " June Jordon, 1970
honor my heart
with truth
and i will honor
yours with trust
i will be the sweet
flowing water for you
the inexhaustible spring
for you to flower
blooming beauty
blooming love
expecting everything good
eyes wide with surprise | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 7:29:53 PM | National Lampoon’s Poets Adventure
I’m coming to New York City
With my dancing shoes on
And the eyes of a child
Who wants to see
Everything at once
And doesn’t know where to begin?
There must be a magic pulse inside the city
Ticking fervently where only the locals know
Is there a secret key to unlock the flavour?
I’m coming to New York City
In two days time.
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Posted: 6/23/2008 7:56:42 PM | Dont worry about stolen works
let others play that futile game
all realise they plagiarise
but only to their shame
a symphony of idiots
in pretentious amity
without a doubt truth comes out
leaving notoriety
Best part of this swan is that pieces writen in here are dated
Therefore anything they try to claim as their own after that date
can easily be shown as copied/plagiarised etc
Quite a lot of mine has turned up in other places
[its always fun discrediting idiots]
Published poetry can be safely posted here unless you have a publisher who demands
sole rights to the work [this is very uncommon with poetry] and usually does not include sites or forums such as this
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Posted: 6/23/2008 8:16:55 PM | Hope all is well Ham.....
And Swan...
I know the feeling a few times I've found myself.........
Blog, website, and thrice upon shelf
The blood made me red but the skin was too pale
To even think of myself, up for sale
Theres been a few Tenz moments I care not to think
I left them to their misery as I cleaned out the sink
Just to let you on the "in", poetry makes no money
No matter if your clever, just stupid, or funny
It is what it is and thats all your soul
Who ever even began to write?
with a hidden plan....
We are the tormented yet we are the obtuse
we are the stones shifted revealing truth
let them come and take all my worth
when I knock on their door.....
who will feel cursed?
..T.. | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 11:20:32 PM | ahhhhhhh, Truth...... your eyes are widely open flowers ( i forget who said that!!), carrying gifts (and yes, TRUTH) i must have...... you exude peace, did you know that???? :) Thanks for thinking of Hammy tonight too. You are sweet and kind.
Longte, how nice of you to visit and help demystify the mysterious!!! I like that " a symphony of idiots!" ....such nice wise voices have arrived here tonight
Autumn, very odd debut post, especially today, but then again, maybe you were going for some much needed comic relief. everything looks better in a positive light.... hope google can help you out.
today the sky was the color of pencil lead
under a threat all day and i was happy for it
sunshine would have been an imposter
a rude visitor i just couldn't have borne
most crying starts from your eyes
but when it is really bad, it starts from your heart
especially when you are helpless and too far away
like the moon, listening in the dark
stretching its silvery light across the shapeless miles
unsure she would ever be enough
so certain the darkness has bent the universe. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 4:07:19 AM |
today the sky was the color of pencil lead
under a threat all day and i was happy for it
sunshine would have been an imposter
a rude visitor i just couldn't have borne
most crying starts from your eyes
but when it is really bad, it starts from your heart
especially when you are helpless and too far away
like the moon, listening in the dark
stretching its silvery light across the shapeless miles
unsure she would ever be enough
so certain the darkness has bent the universe.
Awesome! Heart-stoppingly awesome! Thank you, thank you, thank you! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 5:01:19 AM | | "Like the moon, listening in the dark" THANK YOU SHIVERS! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 5:18:46 AM | we must open
or the blossom dies
the hand reaches
we recoil
hope dies
the world is balanced
black and white
good or evil
blooming or whithered
we all share
it duality
Sartre asked
If I do not see
my reflection
am I still
alive?
are we not
reflected
in our words?
I write to prove
to me that
I still live.
my words reflected
in your
mind | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 6:54:54 AM | the sweetest song
a gentle touch
the passionate anger
i love so much
a brilliant mind
colors so lurid
sound of footsteps
to your words
truth to be spoken
dispelling lies
which such pain
i want to cry
words that linger
in a world preverse
is what you
add to this universe
~*~
(i know, i know, i know...read too much dr. suess as a kid) | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:21:07 AM | rosie i swear to god, if you don't stop that..... you're poetry is YOU, it is wonderful, it is heartfelt, warm, and sings of YOU...and I keep telling you over and over and over how much you are growing, there is an added complexity in each new write...... I love these two poems, they glow here. we word whores are sisters forever.
jerry, thank you so very much for your kind acclamation. you are such a generous soul.
we walk together
our footfall echoing each other
we are souls
with keys to the same door
we are hammers
prying the nails of our past
we stand together in the maelstrom
challenging the storms
and we see not clouds and rain
we see a comforting gauze
a shimmering veil silken and light
we are the brides of hope rosie
at the altar of life | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:24:15 AM | | I tried to write you to explain my poem and to tell you how much I admire your writing. I had hoped you would be able to meet for a coffee some where in New York. I don't really need a guide I am use to finding my way around in the city and seeking out the places that aren't on the beaten path. I agree with Jer that was one amazing poem! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:25:30 AM | | wow! some beautiful writes going on in here! I'm jealous! Fabulous images ladies! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 9:33:43 AM | dang it....my sweetest A.... menopause moment...i HATE that!!! thank you so much , that was truly needed... and truly beautiful....
"are we not reflected in our words?" "my words reflected in your mind"
yes, we harmonize
we hum along
so in tune pitch perfect
sometimes lilting light
leaping like wee kid goats
4 feet into the air
sometimes bluesy broken
in emptiness, despair
but always two souls
not needing anyone else's music
accapella we sing
and create lullabys
for ourselves and others | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 10:40:33 AM | is this thread some kind of estrogen zone?????? mr. mandrake and mr. alyosha, sure do wish you would add some much needed testosterone other than the one liners...... Truth does his best, but he is only one mere man....mighty is he to valiantly visit...
Ms. Autumn, it's too bad i spent my last unemployed dime on Pete's festival..... the toll across the GWB is $8 and i just don't have it now...enjoy the city, prowl soho and the village, you'll be sure to see famous people, odd people, colorful people and people being glorious peoples.
new york city
my heart beat
my pulse
every street corner
strewn with rose petals
from the entire world
a humanity so fragrant
a humanity striving to grow
as high as her buildings
in the bedrock of diversity
the rich loamy oneness of us all | |
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