| The Quilt
Posted: 3/18/2008 4:27:35 PM | | Oh how I thoroughly enjoyed your socio political rant above Swan! HELL YA! tell it how it is. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 5:37:33 PM | I hear the waves crash, I scream, I run and hide, I realise there is no running from.....
me I am an eternity re born and re spawned. I am the colours of the rainbow yet I am black and white.
I am colourful yet I am dull, I am pink yet I am purple.
I am clever yet I am stupid, I am fat yet i amthin..
Who am I??
Who knows, who judges,, yes me I , I do you cry,,.. I CHANGE< BUT NEVER FOREVer
I am a sweet lullaby but your darkest nightmare. Into deep blackness you stare.
Like a whirlpool, my thoughts go round. As I transcend deep underground. 6 feet underground, in my wooden house.
I love you. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10.
I hear you all cry,, o sexy it was too soon to die | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 6:20:03 PM | (Hi Swan, hope you are doing well my dear.) 
Do you hear it?
The wind is blowing strong tonight.
Do you see?
The flash of lighting in the trees.
Do you smell it?
The rain riding wind currents coming this way.
The full moon sets his glow this night, just for you .................
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Posted: 3/20/2008 6:25:26 AM | the equinox has come and
the fool moon tonight
their energy
is pulling me down
i feel so heavy
the lightness of spirit
is weighted by pain
maybe it's the world
driving me insane
the vortex of violence
crushes my soul
through teary eyes
i can't see
i scream in desparation
as the soundless
words float away
hoping this maelstrom
of madness
will
simply
disappear | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 8:16:54 PM | A small agony of the wind
blowing fore through the night
I wonder where the beautiful Swan
is catching her flight?
Miss'n you honey
Hope things are well!!
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Posted: 3/21/2008 6:21:09 AM | Not a wind at all
but Gaia affronted
spitting us out into Spring
so nondescript and wan
with weighted clouds
you certainly wouldn't
be wandering lonely
with the ether sobackedup
an endless freight train
of serious cirrus grim
foreboding unknowing.
Last night the moon
unchained itself
plunged by my windows
from her misted prison
swaying drunkenly in this wind
this wind this wind
relentless as revenge
as harsh as reality.
Ahh moon
racing racing careening
with Indywind
the flowers are listening
waiting in the wings
the buds are wondering
peeking from their podded beds
whether Spring will waltz in
Eliza triumphant at the ball
or merely shuffle through
March's slamming backdoor
the petulent teenager
dissing the bulbalicious celebration | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 7:44:27 AM | moon
if you'll come back
tonight
i'll dance with you
honey
if you're lucky
i'll dance with you too
and if i love you
i'll make you cookies
with chips
not chocolate
but butterscotch
warm woozy
and if you don't like cookies
i'll make you a cake
rum rich
calypso boozy
but if you won't dance
with me in the moonlight
i'd rather just sit by myself
under the moon
until i dissolve
into a poem | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 3:41:20 PM | essence of a man...
is it his money?
preceived power?
control?
no.
i yearn...
for humor
and wisdom
and kindess of spirit
warm eyes
and soft smile
a poetic soul
a light touch
someone to take
my soul
gently in hand
and softly kiss
it runs deep and strong
not rough and hard
it's the undefineable
connections
that is made
without words
i so yearn for
the essence of man | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 6:06:23 PM | but if you won't dance
with me in the moonlight
i'd rather just sit by myself
under the moon
until i dissolve
into a poem
(loved this)
ALL of your words are so familiar....you write my softer side...Somehow when these thoughts come from my pen they more resemble a bull in a china shop....lol....and you, well, you are the silverswan.......gracefully adorning the fish pond... | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 8:19:16 PM | So nice to return and meet new people who are so kind and generous.
a door in my dead heart opened today
and someone else who once lived there
was carried out numb to never
why this love that won't let go
these moments when consciously
you are always there, between each beat of my heart
and unconciously behind my eyelids in the night
the recurrent dream whose wings always
flutter with hope, extending themselves
across that long space of lies i tell myself
a ruffled moment of memory
then back to the silent remember
ceaselessly reverberating behind each breath
all the while i give the world the lie
and live life in an occupied territory | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 11:33:19 PM | I just wrote this a minute ago....been working my way out of a darkened spiritual state ....and as I was searching to find somewhere to put it I find that it fits the moment......head up silverswan (although you,too, are entitled to moments and feelings of darkness)....you are a most beautiful soul...with a purpose...
I once was oh so blind
but through these cleansed eyes
I
see
clearly
.....The blessing so graciously given....
a kind heart that seeks out those in darkness
pure
professions
of faith
through actions of strangers
a helping hand
that arrives just in time
a compliment given with perfect timing
bringing a smile to lips
that had forgotten the feeling
of love
...kind,
unselfish,
love....
of sweet spirits that wander
And plop themselves down on my lily pad
before I can dive too deep into my own cloudy waters.....
the love of kin
that reminds me of who I am
When who I am gets caught up in the idea of who I should be
and where I should be...
I am where I am meant to be
and I need to be no more or less
than me. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 5:41:42 AM | On the way to the new home
every little sign shows me
a brighter glimpse of how good
life is going to be
been down that highway
over a hundred times
and never noticed this sign
"Swan Creek"
sit'n right there, I'm sure its been there for years
Yesterday, it just appeared to me
Crossing over that bridge
Bringing my thoughts to you
the beautiful swan in my life
Thank You Dear for being there!! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 7:29:03 PM | you
are
pouring thru me
not a storm, not a deluge
a sweet calm drifting current
a gentle rain oer an arid plain
the ink writing new hope
across my soul
the soft wash of color floating
a sky
a sea on the plaster wall of me
spreading gracefully into
my quiet dry rot | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 11:22:29 AM | filling in the blanks
empty spaces so vital
yet unecessary
the freedom of
nothingness
of what might be
the wall of us upon
which we write
that one line connecting us
my words to yours
until the wall once blank
devoid
becomes a grid of meaning
a maze of comprehension
that eases me off the
precarious edge
of painful existence | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 12:41:25 PM | You have the most beautiful way with words.
you
are
pouring thru me
.....
is just breathtaking. | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 1:37:06 PM | Thank you so very much Ash and Bonfire, every poem is sort of a mini performance isn't it? and when people say nice things, it is like applause, a warm bright circle of us who somehow have connected with the same thought. Thanks so much for such generous and kind words.
nice thoughts
from nice people
are the blue heart
of the flame of friendship | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 11:41:26 PM | amniotic
this night
this floating in hope
this womb waiting
pressing against
my breath
the possible fruit
of you ripening
tumescent
and tantalizing
all this
all this
because i got mail | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 1:26:55 PM | sweet song singing girl
you wear your youth like garlands
strung between rainbows
and think i know you not
but under this silver crown
heavy with life's lessons
are hungering lips
still cherishing the taste of life
and sad eyes that know
your garlands will fade
but the rainbows are your
forever feast if you
softly fold them
into your soul | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 3:42:25 PM | softly the last snow swirls
like fireflies thru streetlights
strings pearls across the telephone wires
and adorns still bare branches with diamonds
this last idyll with winter
now waning like the moon
now splintering apart
like my heart | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 8:18:01 AM | Bountiful warmth and glow
searching for the answers of unknown
love shared to the blackened heart
of a Swan's wings where spread
Flying high in the clouds with now bounds!!
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Posted: 4/11/2008 6:11:43 PM | in what is left
i carry your wounds silently
i can articulate the debris of pain
past the statute of limitations
for suffering in what is left
it has become a skill of survival
worthy of a price of admission
to glow as unspeakably hollow
as negative light
in what is left
a presence of absence
a permanent going away
with nothing to come back to
in what is left | |
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Posted: 4/11/2008 8:34:06 PM | elastic my soul ever springing slanting
off despair like light
in late afternoon
somehow richer thicker
when this ridiculous world leans closer
to goodness
and randomly bliss sifts through the cracks
of my soul
there is no meaning to this spilling out
shining
this unhinging of darkness
this new land called hope | |
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Posted: 4/12/2008 8:59:27 AM | and should i love again
there will be heightened fevers
quiescent burnings
molten flows
and
incandescent bravery | |
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Posted: 4/22/2008 2:26:57 AM | ^^^^^^^^ WOW!
(Nothing like a terribly tardy reply, huh?  )
Brilliant, Swan! I think that may be my new anthem! | |
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