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Posted: 5/26/2008 3:31:52 PM | T......
weeping
defeated
alone
i hurled my anger
against this page
then you appeared
and i am exiled
from brutal night
back to warmth
transformed
neath the sun
of you
and i weep again
in gratitude
that your light
glowed so sweetly here | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 3:42:33 PM | S........
and I
being of only me
would offer but a single hand
that you are raised
made whole
again
for the colors coalesce
dance in radiant hues
brought from the inside, out
yet to suffer
as we do..
from winter's icy breathe
to here
where the fire
would not ask your name
but see a soul
and ask only that you, as you
rise.
.. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 3:50:21 PM | the hardest thing i've ever done in my life
letting go of the only man i ever loved
letting go of the dream of him
of us
taking the blinders off
finally to see the truth of him
not the dream of him
to finally accept that this once sweet innocence
was now too tainted with regrets too wounding
that my love was not enough to heal
salve, balm him, protect him
from loss, disappointment, rage
the brutal winds of addiction
left us half stripped trees
stuck together by misfortune
and my bending
bending
bending
to him and his demons
refusing to let go
that last leaf hanging
on thin stem
meant I too would soon be as brittle as he
living in a forever winter
as barren as dry dirt
so i hang here in sorely wounded air
a leaf evergreen, quivering
in yearning
listening for
the lark's
sweet song | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 3:52:32 PM | silverswan, I think of you kind of like a bonsai, pruned away to what is essential..... In your starkness is your beauty..... | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 3:53:58 PM | ahhh, T,
that hand
is the song
of the lark
the sweet trailing
light of dusk
sparkling on his wings
catching the final
rays of May
which shall glow here
for a long long time
never to extinguish | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 4:02:21 PM | oh my
these gifts of song
sweet music from
those so admired
such entrancing airs
that i ne'er can sing
these magnificent winged creatures
that came across this field so empty
who rise and rise above us all
flames of fire
slivers of silver darting
soaring through my wonder
reminding me
the smallest kind word
is a song
called friendship | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 4:16:08 PM | [I believe it's the reward of spiritual maturity and a life well lived]
Someone once defined grace as a gift no one can earn. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 4:19:37 PM | | so interesting your comments here, but this IS a poetry site and I ask that you contribute your insights, gracefully and thus poetically. thanks so for understanding and complying with the format we aspire to | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 5:20:37 PM | | I am thusly reprimanded and will no longer be a problem. I would communicate to you directly but I am under 55. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 5:31:22 PM | POF restrictions
a wall
a protection
a necessary evil
the sweating fury
a spray that
will not drown me
this
time | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 5:59:43 AM | just didn't want to lose this one, so brought it over here:
i remember his first kiss
the first kiss that mattered to me
not that i had a hive of them
buzzing around in my memory
and anyway who woulda wanted to?
(those sly ones stolen
those sloppy ones slurpy
those insistent ones invading)
but just that this was the first kiss
i had teased for
campaigned for
carefully plotting my manuevers
like Patton's Third Army
hell bent on conquering
or like a junkie addicted
to the beast of desire
so when we stood
saying goodnight
on the back steps
of Vickroy Hall
and he asked for permission
to press his lips to mine
how could i have seen the future
when this boy who
embodied my every dream
personified my every hope
would turn vampire
loving the taste
of my blood | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 6:33:49 AM | thank you, thank you
Sequence
yes, now I begin to understand
my mother
saying forty years ago
we did it this way.
now,
when into my scrying mirror
I see,
flooding words back to me.
Bird in the chimney.
some one to die,
Mackerel clouds
fiddle head pie.
I was not prepared
you see,
for the years
to pass me by
forty years,
when dinosaurs roamed,
now in just a moment
fly. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 6:36:40 AM | 'the hardest thing i've ever done in my life
letting go of the only man i ever loved
letting go of the dream of him
of us
taking the blinders off
finally to see the truth of him
not the dream of him'
we have walked the same road my friend | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 8:56:58 AM | Not True Love
But Love just the same
Wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done
Letting go the dream of him
Living in the reality of now
It’s all life
I wouldn’t try to get out of it
See, a part of me came to be
A special kind of growing I did
Meeting him across so many distances
But if I could
I would willingly walk beside him,
Listening forever to his dream
I would sit in the shade under his mango tree
Laugh with him and sing him songs
Would hold tight to his hand
Trusting he knew the way
Slide with him through the river
Missing all the rocks
And it’s good
Good to have known him
Good to have learned to let the dream go
Good to know he carries in his soul a piece of me
It’s all life
I wouldn’t wanted to have missed out
♥xx | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 11:36:06 AM | "forty years,
when dinosaurs roamed,
now in just a moment
fly."
wow....... how wonderful to see you here!!!!!
i loved this poem -
the imagery,
the words so carefully selected,
the masterful pulling of me
right into the very core
and at the end
my soul echoing yours in wonder!!!!!
oh XP..... how i wish i had your grace
but i still feel his fist in my face
his lips that i did yearn to kiss
too soon a snarling vicious cyst
and i can't help feeling deep despair
love lost to addiction just so unfair
but our scenarios are different plights
your love a beaming beacon of light
while mine was entangled in addictions blight
do i regret the whole damned thing?
i can't for children into the world we did bring
but lingering shadows still to me cling
will love always hurt, will love always sting? | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 12:41:53 PM | i don't want to write this
for in so doing
each word is just a wave
pulling me further away from you
your thread next to mine
the closest i'll ever be to you
every ripple in my ocean of desire
starts from where you stand
and from each poem you pen
new oceans are born | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 7:06:23 AM | Words
Stringing words like pearls
This is a white rabbit day
so much to do.
I sit here tied to my key board
surrounded by words, needing to vent
Instead of the strings beads I need,
I am here wrapped in poetry.
I hate to rhyme, I try to stop
but words keep coming.................
My stars they wared me today
Mercury's gone retrograde,
then to make matters worse
Neptune's joined the reverie
A call, a warning far too late for me,
that I would lose myself in memories
My planets must turn early
For I am all ready asea. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 12:43:36 PM | reading your poem,
there i am,
sailing, skimming over
my own thoughts
feeling the wind of you lift me
from the ruins of my crumbling hopes....
yes we are children of the cosmos
those planets will have their due
and there is a price we often have to pay
for not heeding them
bringing this home from Brizo's palace:
I was foolish to think
that even now in this mad gyre
spinning toward abandonment, loss
that there would be that place
where a thought could grow
and be kept awake, sheltered
from the locusts and the cold damp dark
do you think it is easy here
shut away from the heat of the world
with the November rains darkening my door
things start breaking up in the wet darkness
the molded floorboards fall from us
and the seasons fly from us across fields unseen
and there you stand on your street corner
stiff with rhetoric saying nothing
i have not heard before | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 11:05:59 PM | they want to fold me
mold me
with crooked hands
sniper sights raised
sharpshooters
yeah
yeah
oh you god
oh you savior
confess me
oh you judas
cry oh music cry
head slackens
slender cords weave
prisons of thought
down long narrow coridors of the mind
but they wouldn't
just just just just just just just
simply
hold me
save me
hold me
save me
love me | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 10:57:42 AM | you open your door
to your messy room
full of demons
and then you wait
for the footfall
to erase them
but no one enters,
your words were
empty bells
with no clacker
so you
shut the door
and go to find a candle
named brizo
whose poems awaken
in you what you
always
wanted
to be.
a poet. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 3:18:37 PM | these flowers
of a moment -
a simple poem,
a white narcissus
in a snowstorm,
a sky of fluffy clouds,
an echo
vanishing quietly.
no more words remain. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 3:43:10 PM | She ponders
nurturing a thought
rising to the surface
Slips on reading glasses
can't quite make it out
rising to the surface
Focus comes for the view
three simple words
were all it said ....
I
Love
You!
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Posted: 6/2/2008 3:32:30 AM | I think I'm on a roll here..... 
i'm actually writing stuff i kinda like, that make me feel like a poet, so i'm gonna pull them from where i wrote them and add them to my home here cause they make me feel good.... and give me hope.
INSPIRED BY A POEM OF BRIZO'S
moment of brilliance
explosion in the stark room
then
the speeding up
of the train.....
then ...... impact
tied to the rails of your words
amputating fear
INSPIRED BY THREAD WHAT IS SOUL?
soul is the womb of love
our memory of existence
as a newborn star
the delicate spiral of
miraculous belief
rising rising rising
on the lyric song of the wind
INSPIRED BY DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING:
there is only the lifting of arms
to embrace the air
there is only the leaping of step
to defy gravity
there is only the glide of grace
to consume beauty
this i call Eleison
finally:
between the suspension in air
the leap
and the ahhhh of the landing
so light
we find our
home there
for that brief moment,
with the stars | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 3:41:48 AM | p.s.
this one isn't so good, but again, i really felt happiness writing it, felt unafraid ( and besides, i just love the line about the sherpas putting the planet on auto spin) ((*_*))
the transmigration of souls
through wax paper
on the other side of midnight
is a deeply held conviction
among the sherpas
and other hearty souls
who have climbed many
a fvcking mountain not even himalayan
is this the last stop?
are we just empty shells
a temporary lodging
intoning kum-bye-ya
hiding under our
waterfalls of catastrophe
where denial is a comfortable place?
i move closer to the wax paper...
the web has closed
sssh, stay perfectly still.....
the sherpas are supporting gravity.
after some nice white tea
which the sherpas won't touch
'cause after all, look what happened to
Tibet for nogods sake
(was buddha technically a god????)
i tire of waiting for transmigration
because spacetime, relativity and warp speeds
only prove that we all would be falling
if the ground wasn't there to stop us
and i ask: Is it nap time yet?
the sherpas close up shop and put
the planet on auto-spin
Eternity will be waiting for me when I get up. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 5:47:12 AM | ah ha! the other side of waxed papers, Sherpa's closing up shop, I have been there with you my friend.
cadence one
It is dark,
the alarm clock crows
no, please no,
ten minutes more.
It is cold.
My down wrapped form
tries to escape ,
no, that is not my fate
Step by Step
as I descend
my stair case slow
in measured step.
The warmth begins to rise.
Curling....
around my ankle bones
Wood fires burn in June.
Step by Step
Down and Down
into the darkened room
I go.
The scent of wood smoke
blends with fog
candles and
salt air.
Soon
the summer solstice
comes
to refresh and repair | |
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