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Posted: 7/6/2008 8:49:42 PM | Reversing the spell
Taking away the pain
Beginning all over again
Reversing the spell
So carefully set
Not sure whether to walk or go by jet
Reversing the spell
Trying to talk calm
Keep cool no need for alarm
Reversing the spell
Doesn't feel quite right
Keep trying from dawn till night
Reversing the spell
Throw out all the clutter
Become free like a butterfly flutter
Reversing the spell
Get rid of the old
Enjoy warm rays from the sun so gold
Reversing the spell
The frowns are less
Making sense of all the mess
Reversing the spell
Starting to smile
Gonna go that country mile
Reverse the spell
Breathe in the fresh air
Meet life head on, reach out and care | |
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Posted: 7/6/2008 11:00:18 PM | my skill as a witch
as poor as i write
eye of toad
liver of newt
not working right
maybe one good
skin sweatin'
brain fryin'
toe curlin'
fvck might
be the trick
treat for an old witch? | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 2:57:35 AM |
jer, i said POF is a scummy little pond, for the small minded nitwits who patrol it, monitor it, the creator of cheesy little styrofoam androgenous marshmallow people with nary a soul, that hot babe bursting blatant sexuality is a gift who in their right mind would pro-offer to anyone?
I dunno, this sounds a fair bit like the place where I live, called “Planet Earth.”
yes, my poetry is not meeting a certain standard and level of excellence , for i am just an aging woman who only has the resources and strength to light one small candle ....
But would you rather be the sad, sad guy/woman who set out to write the indisputably Greatest Poem Ever Written...or the one whose heart was broken and who just needed to - couldn’t help but - write “Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!” praying, hoping, half-believing that someone would hear - and give a damn? | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 3:01:11 AM |
Just a girl
who can't throw a ball right
or hit a mark 5 feet away with spit
who is just a girl
who just
wants
finally
to be loved
Knowing your fastidiousness as to what meets the standard to be a poem, let’s call the foregoing a “bagel” - in my opinion, a succinct, moving bagel! | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 3:29:10 AM | tis just love
not brain surgery
not the be all
end all of life
it is the razor
that cuts too deep
he line in the sand
we dare not cross
that for which
we weep
that for which
we would die
if we did not
know joy
if we did not
know pain
the base emotion
is the same
we stay alive
to stay in the game | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 4:23:14 AM | ahh, annie, but the score is life/love/ the abyss- 127, me- 0
jer- if this all there is to planet earth, then just let me be a child of the universe
and No, i don't want to write the definitive poem that blazes into your very soul, but it would be nice to write something worthy of a small chapbook or dare i even dream? the New Yorker????
I have never met a succinct, moving bagel
but i have met an eyelash batting, teasing croissant
numb-lidded monosyllabic toast
ossilating, teeming with nooks and crannies english muffins
muffled trancelike obedient white breads
whirling vortices of nicely developing whole bran muffins with raisins
slightly drifting gauzy cinnamon rolls
chastising, tortured to weeping onion rolls
nicely crusty curmudgeonous bagettes
jocular and amenable cornbreads
poppy-seeded pompous bialys
three note variations of rye breads
tyrannical no-nonsense pumpernickels
all of them enhancing solicitous neighborly soups
with side orders of invisible amnesiac salads
before i have consumed
eyeball popping chili
white petticoated pristine cauliflower
gibberish spouting brussel sprouts
tyrannical stalks of broccoli lying beside
hand slapping jocular meat loafs
transcendantly tempting pizzas
uppity regal quiches
hieroglyphically challenged shishkabobs
who resent scythe sharp cheddars
deep throated cucumbers awash in sour cream
and refined, radiant cheesecakes that
send me lip-licking to gastronomic bliss | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 5:34:00 AM | hey swanie..
~reality begins with a single thought (can't remember who said it, but being so profound, certainly not me!)
posted this on truth's thread, cuz this is what i believe...
love you sweets
fvck age
it means NOTHING to me now
i feel more alive today than 20 years ago
in a dying marriage
i wear age as a badge of honor
along with my sagging tits and furrowed brow
i am not here to please you
but to please ME
and in doing so, i touch your soul
i am happy
and in doing so, i do not touch your soul
i am happy
but i cannot MAKE you happy
for HAPPINESS comes from WITHIN | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 6:19:24 AM | i think there is
but one law ruling the universe
one and only one.
(are ya ready for this profound
overwhelming directive?)
I believe we must BELIEVE
we must know beyond the thousand
wingbeats of cacaphonic doubt,
her labyrinthine corridors
that will voraciously eat us alive
unless we rest within the
metamorphic pliant sparkling
plenitude of belief
that the very best of everything is
searching for us, it just hasn't
quite honed in on our location yet.
Wide eyed with fearlessness
we must open open open ourselves
our hope heavy sensors must emit
our belief that all possibilities are possible
this must be tattooed onto our every brain cell
this must be pressed into every pore of our being
this must be written on the walls of our soul
where the seams of our despair and losses
must melt to indecipherable exfoliations
and in the remaining silence
we will discover the truth of us
we are the revolving suns of the universe
we are the moons rising
we are the petals blossoming
we are the stem of the world
singular, upthrusting, constant.
p.s. this i have learned from your loving heart rosie, from mary's strength and bravery, from the kindness of all my friends here | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 8:14:41 AM | Sure, it's all edible, but
you would have to mention BIALYS!
Remember this:
By the waters of the St Lawrence
where we sat down and wept
when we remembered bialys...
Or Villon's "Ou sont les bialys d'antan?"
Or Proust's "A la recherche du bialys perdus"
Or G. Stein: "A bialy is a bialy is a bialy!"
Or Omar:
Here with a bialy beneath the Bough,
Some kosher salami, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow. | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 8:19:04 AM |
i think there is
but one law ruling the universe
one and only one.
For me on the other hand, the one law is this: That no one shall place an upper limit on the degree to which any of us can love each other. | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 9:39:18 AM | you forgot, "Shall i compare thee to a bialy? " :0)
gosh, i dunno about that one jer, there are times you do have to limit that degree of loving when it becomes apparent the beloved is incapable of reciprocal dedication to that love.....and i don't know about anyone else, but i will never extend any love to most politicians, lawyers and other creepy crawly slimey things on two legs. | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 1:56:40 PM |
you forgot, "Shall i compare thee to a bialy? " :0)
Yes, and
My bialy lies over the border,
My bialy lies in NYC,
My bialy lies over the border,
Oh bring a bialy to me!
gosh, i dunno about that one jer, there are times you do have to limit that degree of loving when it becomes apparent the beloved is incapable of reciprocal dedication to that love.....and i don't know about anyone else, but i will never extend any love to most politicians, lawyers and other creepy crawly slimey things on two legs.gosh, i dunno about that one jer, there are times you do have to limit that degree of loving when it becomes apparent the beloved is incapable of reciprocal dedication to that love.....and i don't know about anyone else, but i will never extend any love to most politicians, lawyers and other creepy crawly slimey things on two legs.
THe law has nothing to do with REQUIRING you to love ANYbody nor continuing to love where your love isiunappreciated, but only that you cannot be restricted in the amount you love (or, it follows, I soppose, as to whom). | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 7:48:08 PM | you guys are not fair, I dream on Montreal bagels, bialy, comfit, eating in any country of the
world at any ytime almost of day or nught, curry at the orchard with a damn good ale, new castle or what served to me by a hot guy in a kilt, here in Nova Scotia some how, Rappie pie and poutain don't. cut the mustard epically a rich grainy oh well.smoked meat. I miss Montreal .But am now a member of the shabby chic. Nova Scotia serves me wells.peace to you all my friends, Swannie love you, Alyosha love you too, you make me think and then on oh I write, warts and all
Parting thought
Sartre said to know if we are alive
you must see your reflection in a mirror
tonight after a rather exceptional day
and a very long spurt of being a soul unto my self
I think right now I know I am alive because today
I felt my self reflected in someone else's eyes
it may be fleeting
it may be unsubstantial
but right now I am fully alive
vibrating with the power of the universe
I am the tool
the universe flows through me
I am alive
tomorrow I may crash and burn
but for right now as I write to you
I live | |
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Posted: 7/7/2008 10:29:19 PM | Silverswan... love what you wrote...
"the very best of everything is
searching for us, it just hasn't
quite honed in on our location yet."
So many ways I've tried to say it...."Here I am!!!"
Done religion and I prayed it... "Here I am!!!"
Tried philosophy and I flayed it... "Who I am!!!"
Been a rich guy and displayed it.... "Look at me!!!"
Tried big muscles and fighting..."I'm so tough"
Even done a little writing... "Not enough"
So many ways to try and find it.... but in the end we see...
The thing that I've been hunting so long... was also hunting me....
Here I am!!!! | |
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Posted: 7/8/2008 8:36:19 AM | i think i have been remiss here.... lafandlive, you have an amazing energy, and i love your writes, and especially this one.... after reading this, i want to enter every room with a grand "TA-DAH!!!!!!" YEAH, HERE I AM!!!!
You just keep shining away!!! you add so much light to my thread!!!!!
seems to me
and yes i'm grateful
for the lightning drum of you
the pulse and song of you
connecting me to
the unique and myriad ways
you untie fear
always with good humor
sitting in there
on my soul
tickling me to wonder | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 1:03:30 AM | I'm gone for awhile, and I come back and find swannie has blown me away again! This is abso-freakin'-lutely BRILLIANT!!!
i think there is
but one law ruling the universe
one and only one.
(are ya ready for this profound
overwhelming directive?)
I believe we must BELIEVE
we must know beyond the thousand
wingbeats of cacaphonic doubt,
her labyrinthine corridors
that will voraciously eat us alive
unless we rest within the
metamorphic pliant sparkling
plenitude of belief
that the very best of everything is
searching for us, it just hasn't
quite honed in on our location yet.
Wide eyed with fearlessness
we must open open open ourselves
our hope heavy sensors must emit
our belief that all possibilities are possible
this must be tattooed onto our every brain cell
this must be pressed into every pore of our being
this must be written on the walls of our soul
where the seams of our despair and losses
must melt to indecipherable exfoliations
and in the remaining silence
we will discover the truth of us
we are the revolving suns of the universe
we are the moons rising
we are the petals blossoming
we are the stem of the world
singular, upthrusting, constant.
with eyes closed
I feel your words beating soft mothwings
in the dark places of my head
and something nightblooming awakens
but these flowers sip truth
from each fluttering verse | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 2:29:38 AM | i love those images of the mothwings.... i love " something nightblooming awakens"
very rich, very dense images
i'm up so much lately
in the depth of the night
with the crimes of the darkness
surrounding me
memories like quiet visitors arrive
and they can't be trusted
they feel traitorous
they deny me peace
prowling there
usurpers who want me
bound to the past
stripped naked
disgraced
like some old worn out whore
exhausted from what love demands
and what love remembered
and what love cost her | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 3:54:59 AM | swan i've been bumping into you alot lately, just came to see how you write and i'm impressed darkness surrounds us all, but in the darkness we learn to embrace the light
In the silent dawn before the stars cast away before the earth
I sit and reflect while smoking on a cigarette letting the smoke enter my body while wondering of another
I often think is she still out there encirciling the moon with memmories or did she simply forget me
Cast me away on the shelf like a serf begging for gold in a noble's house
I often wonder if it's another I dream of
I can see her long honey tipped blonde hair and I feel happy knowing it's her
The one I'm meant for
But the longing is killing me
Deeply like daggers shreading every ounce of man out of me
So I sit here every night hoping she is happy wherever whoever she is | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 4:57:02 AM | remember the creed
in mind and deed
altruistic love
not only to others
but to yourself
believe
encompassing trust
eight words spoken
harm none
be in peace as the day is done
do as ye will
follow the hearts path
what ye send out
perfect love
perfect trust
returns
we are whole
we are bound
we are one
Merry Meet / Merry Part
Blessed Be  | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 7:48:40 AM |
altruistic love
not only to others
but to yourself
Fascinating concept! | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 11:13:01 AM | Remember me
In your eyes a sparkle of light
For once I saw myself shinning forever bright
Then the dreams they came into my head
And I noticed that I couldn't remember
I couldn't remember anything you said
I couldn't remember anything at all
In through my window the lonliness creeped instead
I try
I tried to find you there but I couldn't see
That sparkle that once shinned for me
Reaching out to touch you
I know your still there
Capture this momemt
Listen to my voice, it will surely lead you there | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 12:41:59 PM | wow, great gifts here...
such a surprise....
my world entire expands,
grows graceful.
gentle.
now i hear whispers of something
where once there was nothing
i love standing here,
on the rim of your poetry,
it's like hearing the echo of angels... thanks guys | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 1:50:50 PM | Standing upon the pier'n in #1
Misty breeze
Warm drops of sweetness
Sun bronze'n my pale skin
Anticipating a jump
To crash upon those waves coming
Hesitating from your sound I heard
run'n towards me
Louder your call---
Pull'n me back to just have a sit, instead!!!!!
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Posted: 7/10/2008 2:23:49 PM | hi my shining light!!!!
on my ceiling wayward angels
weighing my steady summer soul
i am smoke wafting ever upward
to meet them eye to eye
secure in my small heaven here on earth
with intentions and our connection
they envy me now
because i so love this world
and you
i love the summer simmering
and the path i will take thru summer
and if this day were emptied upon the ocean
the angels in the silk of their wonder
would bow their heads and worship us
sitting on the banks of mysteries
we know all the answer to.
this all warm like the eyes of children
this all precious like the first caress
the first kiss, the first breath
the last breath | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 3:48:54 PM |
if this day were emptied upon the ocean
the angels in the silk of their wonder
Sheer bloody, unapologetic genius! | |
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