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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 1/27/2009 9:32:14 PM | ..no writes coming from my side of the screen this evening....but in catching up on the last few pages, the energy from you folks just makes me smile..
thanks to all who stop through
and to all the new faces:
"good day to you"
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 1/29/2009 12:26:59 PM | A good day is seen from the sun in the west;
when courses are run, and the mind is at rest.
When effort combines with the matters at hand
too quickly one finds things he can't understand.
As shadows grow longer, as daylight departs,
as home fires burn stronger, and warmer in hearts;
then rest fills the mind in a kind form of shroud
with answers we find, in that time, they're allowed.
A good day is seen from the sun in the west;
when courses are run, having finished their test.
Hope ya had a great day today, and one again tomorrow! | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 1/29/2009 12:40:47 PM | sometimes I fight with windmills
swinging wildly my lance
but never a blow is landed
and I end up on my pants
and when I do get up
and wipe off the dusty ground
the windmill is all gone
until I turn around
it is all in the angle
defined by your perception
when the demons call
just face a new direction | |
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Gavein
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Joined: 1/2/2009
Msg: 1004 | |
| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 1/29/2009 5:41:32 PM | I know I'll see you soon
Last year I had to work on your birthday
Oh how my heart pines for thee
All I have are pictures that seem like distant memory's
I was still home in time to light your candle
Oh how my heart pines for thee
A year has come and gone
So many things have changed
You've learned to walk .. to talk to say daddy
Oh how my heart pines for thee
Sometimes life isn't fair... yet that's something I never want you to see
You are the apple of my eye ...my eternity
I wish I could just hold you ... tell you how much you mean to me
Oh how my heart pines for thee
Now you have two homes... which make it hard for me
I want to spend every minute... with you beside me
This is so hard on Daddy .. when It's you I cant see
Oh how my heart pines for thee
In time this will get easier... on you and me
Right now it feels like my hearts been cast into the sea
You'll have other Birthdays.. some with Mom and Me
If I could have any wish it would be ... to be with you on your Birthday when you turn three
Oh how my heart pines for thee
Happy Birthday Buddy | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/4/2009 2:59:58 PM | what moves us to move, inspires us to inspire
crawls out of mind, dripped on screen
stops a scream or stokes the fire
that burns right through the lazy dream
we drifters let write for us
ending after ending
til one finds us
ready
Is it enough for you to say the words
written by others, bit player in their story
minor mein on a blank face , seeking so little
you soon forget your lines
is the ultimate exit just a chance to say goodbye
too quiet to be heard above that background noise
that never rises to audible in the ears listening
for a reason to be | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/4/2009 6:32:45 PM | If she had a crystal ball,
She would tell him,tell him all
Her gypsy eyes would not hold back
She'd shine the light on the black
That hides the things that will be
If she had crystal ball to see.
Knowing all that would be
He could choose so perfectly
No need to worry or hesitate
Always one step ahead of fate
Paradox,shift in paradigm
Each choice alters what comes in time
The things that brought what was great
Were those things once thought mistakes | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/4/2009 7:45:18 PM | Did you listen, Juliette?
did you hear, before we met;
to bend your ear toward Capulet?
Of Montague, I called to you,
the fairest from my point of view;
and after calling, evening dew
for Capulets collected you.
Upon such balcony alights
the clearest moon of clearest nights;
that lovers swoon, and own these frights
when love betrays its own delights.
But did you listen, Juliette?
Do tears yet glisten in regret?
For agony of family;
when yet we loved, we loved to be.
Did you listen, Juliette;
or did you hear, with some regret?
Are there tears, or laughter yet?
Upon this balcony I stand to call,
for you to see, despite it all;
of Montague, I call to you,
if love, if not, this call rings true.
Can you hear me, Capulet;
or fear the man you have not met?
I'd take you not from family,
but take you all in all for me;
if once from yonder balcony
I'd hear you call, and ask it be.
And yet, I stand, a fool to see
before such aristocracy;
a man in love, at last, I'm free;
I kissed your life, so mote it be.
Have you heard me, Juliette?
I live this life with no regret. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/5/2009 3:50:24 AM | In reference to Msg1012
Nice work, Yukiko
learning how to choose
some from what we gain
more from what we lose
til choices matter less than
just one more breath
of every day we lived | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/5/2009 4:19:42 AM | as I breathe
snow drifts in the trees
feel distant energy
pulling me
daughter speaks to me
beckoning
as I breathe
calling her energy
to me
knowing
even with distance
she fills me
as I breathe
cats asleep on me
heart rides the sea
feel like waves
rising and falling
crashing and easing
as I breathe
every breath
a blessing | |
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| Where I started from...
Posted: 2/5/2009 3:00:42 PM | I have taken the journey
to nowhere,
I 've ended up where I
started from,
I came into this world alone,
and though friends have
come and gone,
I am alone again
So in the Fall of my life,
where spirits seem to roam,
and in an empty house,
with echoes of the past
resounding in my head-
I will accept that this is
all I have now...
and must hold tight,
steadfast,
as a mast on a ship,
on a cold, dark, starry night,
in black deep waves of the sea,
all that I am left with
is me. | |
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| I Cry For The Wolves
Posted: 2/11/2009 9:33:30 PM | I cry for the wolves,
when I think that one
entity, she sits behind
a big desk, can command
defenseless wolves to death.
They have no voice,
they have no choice,
but to be shot, in their
tracks, and their babies
cry for them, and the
blood strewn along the
white borders of the
forests, what , why,
please someone,
explain to me, what
is happening with
the power of the
humanimals that are
running this country,
Help me understand
why these beautiful
creatures deserve to get
shot to death, for being
free, help me, I don't get it.
My tears flow for the wild,
and the free, and it makes
me want to go and live with them,
protect them,
far away from society. | |
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| Remembers
Posted: 2/12/2009 10:18:10 PM | She can now remember
What she forgot one September
So long ago-
Before it got so cold here
Before the years of snow.
Before she was frozen in her steps
On the rocky precipice
A lady standing alone
As if born of ice and stone
She feels her heart beat faster
So, it wasn't made of alabaster
Yes she remembers,
What she forgot one September
She is now guided by the moon
Time to go home again
The roses are in bloom. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/13/2009 3:32:18 PM | going back in time...or....a story with a sad moral
last year at this time
I was living with one I'd met here
well, not right here on this thread
for he was not a poet
yet he chose his words wisely
that seemed to come from spirit
so I, being me, was drawn to him
as he was drawn to me equally....
now compared to many in the fora
he was not so far, living just
eight hours and five states away
so after several months of weekend visits
we joined forces thinking we'd stay
but soon it became apparent
it was just going to be temporary....
flying south like the snow goose
I left on the winter solstice
and returned on the spring equinox
three months of insanity
based on a little reality
and lots of 'virtuality'....
some might think it was a mistake
the path I chose to take
but in my heart I learned a lot
and it was so good to get back....
now it comes to mind
with tomorrow being
the day for valentines
reminding me even last year
when I was in a loving pair
and had the opportunity,
my heart started closing
on valentine's day especially....
yes, something about this holiday
seems to sadden me, inevitably....
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/13/2009 6:06:33 PM | Oh, Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd!
Another holiday
Pressure
to live up to
Hallmark advertisements
designed
to make us feel guilty | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/13/2009 6:27:17 PM | stupid cupid can go the the ninth circle
the pressure is off to live a normal life
i'd be content with ONE 24 hour set of time
but sublime isn't in my life plan i suppose
love you ash-not ignoring the call
haven't had time to breathe last few days
but wil
someday?
may be planning a trip-wanna see a sister? | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/13/2009 8:44:43 PM | I wrote this to reflect 2008. Empty nest, broken heart and the death of a friend.
When My Heart Broke
The first teardrop of betrayal
The last sniff of mortality
Of friendship lost
and empty lofts
tears flow still | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/14/2009 8:48:55 AM | a haiku for you on valentine's day.....
heart shapes in your eyes
sending in all directions
loving rainbow skies!
on this day of love - let's be the most loving to our Selves!
(and anyone else we wish to :)
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/17/2009 5:25:52 AM | Another Monday morning new, as sun greets sky o'er morning dew;
coffee in the cup grows cold as morning hours turn into old,
the chilly air of winters care descends on life with cold to spare.
Come warm, come spring, come anything
...save storm or wing, come songs to sing!
Another Monday morning new, again, I had a thought of you;
so many kissed by the life you live, how much you're missed, but we forgive.
Not yours the foul that led you on, but we who howl, as put upon;
Another Monday without you, a friend indeed, not to a few.
I've written often of your grace, your eloquence, and pretty face;
I've wondered often how you are, the brightest evening wishing star.
Another Monday morning new, as sun greets sky o'er morning dew;
Come warm, come spring, come anything, and grant such flight as I once flew.
- memories of a friend, all the best, and only the best. | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/18/2009 10:03:07 AM | eloquence accompaniment has rolled around
my mind seeking an explanation
to rework the world starting
with each person's thoughts
words work if they mean what is said
said when meant
a world turned inside out
when used otherwise | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 2/18/2009 12:46:15 PM | love you ash-not ignoring the call
haven't had time to breathe last few days
but wil
someday?
may be planning a trip-wanna see a sister?
guurll......if you find time to breath couldja' send some my way?......either way, when i'm "breathin" you're sleepin' or schoolin' or mommin'.........hope the school "thang" is goin' good for ya' (and every thing else too..lol)....
as for the trip.....if you come to NC and don't come to see me....i might just drive to Arkansas to kick your hiney  [you're absolutely welcome here....anytime!]
not much poetry here....so a haiku will do?
gratuity is
not an option, but the way
that i pay my bills
i wonder sometimes
what the reaction would be
if their pay was cut
spontaneously
according to the moon and
mom's menstrual cycle
(yep....it's been one of THOSE days)
have a good one folks (i HAVE been enjoying your writes BTW, as always),
i believe a nap is in order between jobs today
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/1/2009 8:10:21 PM | My first girlfriend was a waitress, we went nearly everywhere together, then one day I went to eat where she worked...she grew ten feet taller that day in my mind and heart...along with every other wait staff employee I have ever met. Normally if the service is bad, it's not even their fault, there are exceptions to every rule, of course.
A nap between jobs, a novel idea, and one that I so embrace;
a break from the snobs, an odd panacea for some of the old rat race.
Waking is often the hardest part, to see again, and go;
waking up, a harder start, sometimes, when once we know.
There is no quiet flowing stream where leaves fall softly down;
there is no perfect floating dream with a lady in her gown.
No knights on steeds, no chivalrous deeds, no Robin Hood of old;
the needs one heeds become the seeds of courage for the bold.
So to the bold, who face life cold, who smile and remain kind;
I'm loathe to scold for what they hold, should my eyes be yet blind.
Waking is often the hardest part, to see again and go;
waking up, a harder start, sometimes, when once we know.
Best Wishes | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/8/2009 9:11:19 PM | ^ what a nice poem
A nap between jobs, a novel idea, and one that I so embrace;
My neck and back strain as I remain at a desk piled high
my eyes are red i long for bed but the job is for my rent
then I can fall back and hit the sack and dream of the paycheck well spent | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/9/2009 10:31:04 AM | Grey beckons me
beyond thick panes
It peeks through woody fingers
smearing me with the reality
of khaki walls' daily stealth
My neck and back strain as I remain
at a desk piled high
resenting the birds their playmates
and freedom of song | |
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| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 3/10/2009 2:39:42 PM | the snow stops falling
just before night caresses the forest.
the fingers of ghosts
reach toward my house.
pale white breath of life
dusts the windows at my feet.
an owl, in the darkness, speaks for the night.
a second owl laughs behind me.
a third owl, near the sea beach,
whispers across the forest.
the moon, as clear as the glass
in my hand, whiter than the fresh snow,
tosses opal curtains across branches.
i see an owl, motionless, nearly white,
standing on a snow-dusted limb
across the meadow. she calls softly.
there is an answer, then another
in the distance. i am alone tonight,
with them. i am alone with them.
i raise my glass of islay and smile.
i am happy. they don't care.
like the waves i can hear whispering
another evening rises and falls
against the days. | |
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