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Posted: 11/17/2008 6:21:18 PM | been thinking with dread of starting this thread
but a little bird told me just do it instead.....
so without further delay or any ado
here's a new thread you're all invited to!
please share whatever you wish
for it's a big pond full of incredibly poetic fish!!
P poetry
O offers
F friendship | |
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| food for thought....or not....
Posted: 11/17/2008 8:47:03 PM | Ok....time to go back and collect some strings tied to some threads for a little while now....it all started finding myself reading on the old souls thread.......
Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/17/2008
who's to say what's old or young?
just because your hair is grey does not automatically say
your soul is old
do you believe in reincarnation?
or perhaps see it as a bit of fun that ignites your imagination?
through your eyes is the world all one?
or does that thought seem impossibly foreign ?
have you seen the grand plan? the unity of man and is it really true?
or maybe what makes sense to you might be just your particular view?
yes, young, old, being humbled or too bold
something in me says let's not keep score any more....
for we've all been here before
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Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/20/2008
a senior soul moment
who's to say what an old soul is anyway?
I said it before and still something keeps niggling me
of course I've heard the term and through all of my tears
many have called me old and yet look young for my years
old, young, foolish, wise, strong, weak, knows life or finds it's all a surprise
don'tch ya think we all go through times we feel we know so well
and other times it's like we've been here before but rather than heaven,
it's a living hell for the love seems to have gone and with it our hearts also
sometimes you meet one you feel an instant pull
and you think this one I've known before 'cuz I remember this feeling so well
but if we are free with no preconceptions, though, could we not feel this for everybody?
is it possible old souls could be just about anybody? even those with a very poor memory?
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Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/20/2008
one more to offer - written this morning on a thread about angels, but this woman was an old soul also....perhaps an old angel soul.....
wow, that is some incredible poetry
about the realm of angels from a genuine story
good thing I'm not writing with paper and pen
for it'd be all wet from the tears I'm cryin'
my angel died last year
one here on earth from heaven sent
for at her funeral is was all too clear
all who knew her felt her presence
when she was young they found a hole in her heart
that made her breathless and weak
she missed much school, she just couldn't run
and operations had not started being done
but her brother was studying medicine
and by his means and circumstance
he got her on the list of tests
to give the operation a chance
and so she was saved
a miracle for those days for many did not survive
and so her life became a bonus
a blessing to be alive
she was told she'd never live past 50
nor have children for it would be too much of a chore
but, a rabbi's wife she was, got her PhD at 70
and children? well, she had four!
she was the most loving soul I ever knew
and as I said, all who knew her felt so too!
I miss her dearly for she's been gone a year
and yet I know she is still doing good from 'up there'
this woman who was my mom's best friend
this woman I always called my second mom, the spiritual one
the one who defied doctors to this day
she died, I think not just by coincidence, on my mother's birthday
and her last words she spoke on this realm in my ear
knowing this was the end of her life limit
the message I thought was meant for all to hear -
"You'll be fine, you just have to believe it!"
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Old Souls......only
Posted: 8/21/2008
ode to the one stationed in Korea - who wrote poetry and encouraged me to try - written 3 years ago.....
“The Other Side of the World”
It came out of nowhere
A voice from afar
I look at the author,
A man with a scar
On a smiling face, a parent of two
Who loves rhythm and blues
And jazz and the news?
Hiking and ice fishing,
And family and kissing.
With interest I write back,
‘You are cute too.
But where do you live?’
Could of been Timbuktu for all I knew
And tell me, ‘Is this all true?’
And I wrote some other stuff too.
A day or two passes
And in that time
I learn you are more than before,
A doctor of war
Which really stuns my imagination,
And a knock on the door could not possibly happen,
For you really are further away than I dare say,
On the other side of the world.
You are brown, I am white
You are tall, I am small
You are a writer
And a speaker
An advisor
And a teaser….I mean teacher…..hmmm.
You have depth in your mind and your heart and your soul
And your words in your writings take a strong hold
Of me, letting me see
The boy in the man, the one with the plan
To find love in the land
From the other side of the world.
I sleep as you rise, and I rise as you set,
But we have managed to find each other
And talk as of yet…..
Of the world and its plight
And making love all night
A poem by you meant for me of a slow song
For you to be to me all along
Is a friend, a comrade, a soldier of life,
Who knows of such gifts as tears from the strife,
And of love in the night,
From the blessings of the heart and the soul
And of peace to take hold
From the other side of the world.
What’s in store for us dear?
The answer’s not clear
For this stranger’s not near
Says a voice in my ear
He’s on the other side of the world.
He’s not what you thought,
Be careful and don’t get caught
In the web of the heart,
For he’s got a big part
On the other side of the world.
God put us here
To love and not fear
For one’s life, or one’s fate, in the hands of the state
But to live all the year
And raise a big cheer
To life and to love the blessings from heaven above
Like the flight of the dove
Who’s free to find love
Even on the other side of the world.
This man with the plan
And all of his clan
May be the answer to your prayers,
He may have that part
But he’s got a big heart
And wisdom beyond his years.
So don’t close the book
Just be open and take a look
And see with clear eyes
That life’s always a surprise,
And the sun does really rise
And brighten the skies
From the other side of the world.
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| .....Poetry Offers Friendship.....
Posted: 11/17/2008 8:52:34 PM | think the friendship starts ,cause you can see the soul
where we once were apart,we all become whole
old spirits reunite in a overdue ball
like all those yesterdays don't matter at all
watch your thread will fill with love and trust
and the weaving of words,we all do.............. we must
glad you finally made a home for your gifts
now i'll know where to come when my soul wants a lift........................... | |
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| .....Poetry Offers Friendship.....
Posted: 11/17/2008 9:21:49 PM | grizz, thank you for your wise words....
what a beautiful start
our friendship, indeed,
i've felt when i write and read
and it really touches my heart.
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| many six lines at one time.......
Posted: 11/17/2008 10:46:22 PM | alright, pulling back the strings hanging in six lines or less.....well, some of them for there are many!
~~~ 6 Lines or Less ~~~
8/19/2008 - 8/30/08
in the folds of time
all is divine
in the course of history
there is only unity
all else is illusion
how can this be?
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in conclusion
love speaks to me
through confusion
if need be
let's go into seclusion
if others won't stop their intrusion
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what irony!
and it seems to happen spontaneously and regularly....
is this what they call synergy?
maybe same thoughts fly around so many
because we are connected
and all is energy!
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dancing dandelion seed ballerinas
I'm blown away with your words
they touch my mind
like a tonic or wine
except I'm not the drinking kind
so earl grey tea will be my whiskey
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at one point in my life not so recently
a huskie walked with me
his name was storm
he'd run on the beach and play with me
it was his only freedom
our time together was much too brief
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i remember...will never forget
it was a day in december
i was living three blocks over from him
the day he left this realm i went numb
his paintings are being shown by yoko today
think i'll go to honor the one who wrote "Imagine"
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the journey here deepens
a sharing of souls
through the written word
is the sharing of energy
passing through countries
with our mind's eye
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i too have had love and loss of the canine kind
my border collie named megan rescued from the brutality
of a farmer who used her for sheepherding.....
when we found each other her heart was hurting
and guns and cruelty had almost destroyed her spirit...but not quite
for during our time together and before we parted she found and shared the light.
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yes i know dear sham
and i appreciate your words
but for some reason my megan
was not cut out for her life of the shepherd
more like a follower than a leader
and it was love that was to really feed her
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cup of earl grey tea...milk no sugar
hot baths with lavender
sitting by gentle ocean waves
sunrises and sunsets all ablaze
hugs with no rush to end
love with a friend
~ ~ ~
sun comes up
a brand new day
greens are bright with sunlight
leaves blowing in a gentle breeze
trees beckon to me
come out and play
~ ~ ~
it's ironic that
what nourishes flowers
kills grass...
just goes to show
how very special
flowers are
~ ~ ~
imagine being a puppy
who gets so excited
you can't help but wee when you're happy
and wag your tail endlessly
because the energy just gets too crazy...
now are menopausal women that different??!! :) :)
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our journeys seem
so real
and yet they
are barely visible
in retrospect
~ ~ ~
and as the day turns to night
and all goes quiet
let's dream of the day
prejudice is put away
and we can say
we love whoever we wish.
~ ~ ~
i know of a place your wings will be safe
while they heal....
they won't be alone
but will have company
for there are many
in the wing sanctuary
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Some say 'the divine spirit' comes from above
others say from each other
others say from nature.....
And many say it is the force
that connects us all at the source....
~ ~ ~
full is my heart of love
and soul of caring
my mind used
and body active
all is a dream.....or an awakening
~ ~ ~
ok.....as it's so late, think now is one of those times all is about to be a dream.....so goodnight! | |
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Posted: 11/18/2008 3:29:58 AM | pulling the string on some of September's six lines......
good 'ole snoopy comes to save the day....yay!
our fearless faithful four legged friend
flying, ears flapping, seeking and searching,
but never finding his famous foe - the red baron....
we are indebted to this very brave and dear little beagle eagle
for keeping our skies safe and our hearts and souls smiling
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mandolin is beautiful
combine with harp and flute
such heavenly sound
drift and surround
sending me to
joyful tranquility
..........
perhaps
the more vibrant an energy
the more it will attract
everything....
negative and positive
to test and crystallize it
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strong wings we carry
when needed to fly and see
the whole world from a higher reality
let our visions run free
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there are always choices to make
some do not believe this
and feel everything's fate
and some believe we do both
that each choice we make
actually fulfills our destiny
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stale bread...dirty water
hunger...thirst
at least there is bread and water
heat the bread...it will refresh
let the water be and slowly it will clear
warmth and patience is sometimes all one needs
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woke in the wee hours of the morning
and checked in to see what was happening
here where we gather and share
and it seemed as if by magic
where it had felt tragic
peace was shining through once again
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everyone has the things they love
for some it's what they can never get enough of
like drugs or food or sex or drink, or even what they think....
really anything can be out of balance and become an obsession....
perhaps try a healthy addiction to life and love
through action and compassion
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here there is so much beauty
my heart and soul can feel
secondary is the opportunity
to find a loving mate....the real deal
miraculously found deep within you and me
like sacred ground....feels so surreal
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the sky is grey
raindrops still play
as they fall off the leaves
of the freshly watered trees
the grass stands tall as if hearing the call
offering soft landing should my tears begin to fall
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why in reading here
the last page or so
can feel the tears
rising in my eyes
baring hearts and souls
so bold and so loving
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to be back in the arms......
to have arms to be in at all
to find someone to hold
to stay warm with as the season turns cold
to feel chilly feet under the covers
to allow love to take hold
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yes, the blessing of having three
two sons and a daughter make my family
two not planned, one was...my bonus love child
all have come from a place where heaven smiles
always a miracle children seem to be
and nearly all start from our hearts and sacred unity
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Wishing them happiness forever
as they wish for me too....
now as adults, well two out of three,
I can see they are not only wonderful company
they also truly and lovingly care about me
and care for me when I am in need
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we must correct things
and not pass on our mess
as our ancestors did for us
if we truly love our children
we would do our best
now....right now....to fix this | |
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| more food for thought.....or not....
Posted: 11/18/2008 4:36:44 AM | last line, first lines strings a pullin'......again wrote (and write) so many of those.....love the stepping stones or diving boards they offer and also how they connect us in an endless flow of energy.....perhaps why I love our haiku also....such quick passing of the torch!
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) from August, 2008
now I'm wishin' for a lightning bolt
to split me in two
and then I'm gonna need some pretty strong glue
to put me back together again
maybe this time I'll find my path in life
that does not lead to all this terrible strife
that haunts me and taunts me and twists me around
until that day I was found on the ground
and did not know who I was or where I was either
going on about life or death and the pursuit of neither
lost in a vacuum
back in my old room
a knock on the door tells me somebody's here
but I don't know them
when did I lose all sense of me?
I pray this does not go on for eternity
will somebody take me please
to where I know how things grow
and who I've loved and helped with disease
for it's a matter of just switching over
to that part that remembers with ease
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my old and my new
together we'll do something wonderfully true
that will feel more loving than I ever knew
for it is me who loves me
and only then will I be able to love you
and feel your love for me too
free from sorrow and fear
for tomorrow or next year
I know it's all led me here
but was it so necessary to feel so much pain?
I'm not sure our hearts were really made to take this much strain
for they close down so easily when caught in the throes
of passion with no compassion with our lovers who become foes
I fear we've lost the art of love coming from deep in our souls
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why my enough is not enough
but it is!!!
your enough is perfect
never let anyone tell you differently
or you'll lose yourself in trying to be
what others want or expect
and unfortunately
they will only ever see their own inadequacy
but when you find and can really feel fully
all is divine
then those who try to hurt you will seem sublime
and love will be the non judgemental kind
for we'll all love unconditionally
and it's about time for the destruction is all too near
we're losing our hearts and our bodies and our minds
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Can you see?
When I was young
my mother told me
my face shows everything
so I can't hide anything
which means there's no point
in not speaking truthfully
but I still had to learn for myself
that she was right
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sleeping dreams.....
that lie safely tucked inside another day
brought on some form of delirium
perhaps not so safe it seems
but all is better now
the war is over
thankfully weapons have been tossed
arms have been raised with hugging grace
but it all was at a great cost
and so many many lives were lost
how can we treat each other so poorly
who started all of this anyway
killing and instilling so much hate
seeing each other as enemies
just because we are told so by the state
well this state of mind and heart
is getting old now and somehow
i pray we really can lay down our weapons one day
and be as determined to be at peace
as we are to be at war
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in grandfathers ways I still do trust
our ancestors come through us
as the animals keep beckoning to us
for we forgot so much of what we knew
but they are trying to help renew
and teach us to remember what's been lost
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Through false piece of mind
until one day you realize
where you have been
that many of your thoughts
are based on illusion
and from that day on
nothing's ever the same
breaking the mold
that starts confusion
and slowly with soul
you start seeing the light
that what you thought was illusion
might have been right
you realize it's all subjectivity
and rarely does anyone
really see reality
as it truly is
but when two see as one
it sets them both free
(at least temporarily :)
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the essential ruler
is energy
expanding
contracting
dividing
uniting
creating
everything
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by virtue of their homelessness
they could see
the mutiny
they played by different rules
could see their friend the fool
and still fought gallantly
he had lost his mind
and endangered himself
and all of them too
by thinking he could take
from another
when you just don't do that to your brother
in the end
he got what was coming to him
and now his friends
tell the tale
to remember and not to forget
what it was really like
by virtue of their homelessness
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he cast himself into harms way...
it may not make any sense
the grief stricken are doubled in pain
why could they not see their lives
could change?
it seems such a waste to see both
following the same path
and yet perhaps their bond was so close
they could not live in separate realms
one on this plane, one the other
maybe they had to be together
after all they were brothers
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join me and together we'll bleed
no
join me and together we'll feed
the love we need
for that is the seed
that needs to grow
that is the gift of feeling and healing our sorrow
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I'll be you and you be me
and that's what they mean by unity
on the level of interaction
communication and attraction
when you're feeling separate from another
if you treat them not only as your sister or brother
or perhaps your father or mother
but imagine they are you
you might be extra understanding
and caring and patient too
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as souls open for another
all goes quiet
a deepening
in silence
stillness
perfect peace
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Then we often build a wall
when freedom comes...
perhaps we need to be free
and still stay connected
free with friendships
free with laughter
free with joy
free with love
free with sensitivity
free from judgement
free from isolation
free from illusion
free from slavery
free from greed
free from apathy
freely giving and receiving
freely remembering
freely feeling who we really are....
unconditionally loving humans, being
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does anyone see people???
i do and we are so divine so much of the time
but when we think we are suffering
we lose perspective
when we think we might have something to gain
we lose perspective
when our leaders do not see us as people
we lose perspective
we forget we are divine too much of the time
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Living is merely survival, but truly loving is an art
your whole post was just beautiful! your last line complete in itself
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ah; the bon-bon of life
a gourmet chef's delight
with dark chocolates
and white
sweet milk chocolates
and bitter
bitter sweet too
as long as we don't turn them into
bomb bombs
our chocolates should continue to be
what we love
made of the cream we call humanity
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but all a delectable treat
and perhaps the creator's most incredible feat
to bring into focus these beings of love
that just need food, water, light and some heat
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Our meetings create my energy
or perhaps it comes from within
and when we are together
then we generate more
as happens when I'm in
the company of so many things....
like sunsets and waterfalls, oceans and mountains
like flowers and bees, birds and animals too
like dancers and actors, painters and musicians
like our elders and our elderly and also children.....
it happens in nature
it happens in town
it happens when i'm smiled at
and even when i'm down
my energy is always being lifted
as if from straight out of the ground
and also comes down from above
through each of us
especially when we feel love
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feel love
that's it
that's what we are
just let us out
from our cocoons
we've spun so tight
it's dark in here
let in the light
no more fright
and them from within
we all will shine
it's really really about time
to be our nature they say is divine
internally and externally
feel free to be
be love
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a world that is your love
it's my world too
being blown to bits
with a lack thereof
why do we do all we can
to destroy this most
gifted kindness of mankind?
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oh curse this kindness for it's blindness
but what about for its genuineness?
are you so disillusioned
to think love is beyond repair?
without love i don't see how
there's any point in being here...
without love i don't see how
there's even a chance we could heal what's wrong,
to heal those and help those who do really feel and care....
if love and emotion becomes cursed
just because it hurts
then it seems to me you're living in fear
of your feelings
and to me that's worse...
to close down to it all
seems you've taken a fall
and just don't want to get up again....
but what if you found love that really was genuine?
look within you and see, for me anyway,
love is what gets me through the day
and even if it hurts, my life would have seemed cursed
if I hadn't felt all I have to be here today.....
especially the course my heart has taken me
even with the highs and lows i'm still so grateful
for my path of love has been incredibly lovely
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to fall all over again
and maybe this time
just maybe this time
when we rise in love
it's not filled with illusion
but given and received with
the respect it needs
and then maybe reality
and not false weeds
can blossom
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sorry lost my train of thought I'm going for a snack
and then I must be off to work!
but I might sneak back :) | |
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| more food for thought.....or not....
Posted: 11/18/2008 4:52:36 AM | Gosh - in three months I had no idea I had written so much!! Gathering it here, not including the haiku (for this task is almost too much already, so adding all those three lines just wouldn't do! :).....
I think I can see I got addicted real quick sharing thoughts from the heart with so many here, practically from the start of daring to share where I love and care, pretty much anywhere I read something that moved me (keeping silent with those posts that confused me :)......
So, more First Lines, Last Lines (Par Deux) for now......this thread was/is the one that seems to gave me the freedom to take the previous thought and just start, letting my mind carry me where it wants to......
But, you'll regret it by and by
but why?
just because I rise so high
and then plummet down again
below the state I started
before I ate that pie and cake
and all sensibility parted.....
I knew when I took that first bite
I would be riding the wave
of a sugar high real soon
with each delectible morsel
I savoured on my spoon
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In my sleep I won't die
Maybe not...or maybe yes
If I am meant to go
Perhaps I'm needed elsewhere
Perhaps my life here is here to show
What you are is what you give.....
The other side of living free
But it certainly is not easy
It's never easy
No matter what life we live
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As they bitterly wait for tomorrow
And as I part this realm
I wonder who will take the helm
For things did not go so well this time
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improved the condition for my brother and
the rest of my kin
and i knew that was why i had to return
for i did not want them to suffer or burn
and i could see what would change the path for them
and so somehow in giving them more opportunity
free from pain and shame
it seemed it might also help heal humanity
perhaps in a different time frame
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where the world is a place we share quarters
and dimes and nickles too
because money will be worthless
in its present form
we will return to bartering
and growing corn
and honoring what truly
is what life is all about
and that is a deeper connection
that crosses all space and time
which is kinder and more understanding
for it's the part of us that really is divine
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For eternity
sleeps on one level
and dreams on another
wakes in one realm
and moves through others
spiralling energy
forever travelling
enlightens as it passes
shining forever
even when hidden
by clouds
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bluest depth of sky
midnight blues erupt
into dawn's first light
and rising from the grey blue
comes a pale blue touched by the sun
as it rises higher the clouds depart
to reveal the deepest clearest blue
not a cloud in sight
beware the sunlight for it is bright
the afternoon passes as dusk approaches
the blue deepens in hue
and as sunset comes through
with rich shades of crimson
violet hour appears
and as evening comes
slowly the sparkle of stars come out
and with the moon guide the night
our sky is a magical screen of light
..............
lives are rearranged
when the tide is high
a full moon in the sky
energy flies
all over the place....
and when the tide is low
sometimes sorrow can be felt
and lovers' whispers start to melt
serenity enters peacefully
................
should you only unlock the door
and maybe open it too
let your eyes and mind gaze through it
perhaps to settle on a bumblebee
or hummingbird
or cardinal flying free
get swept up in their beauty
peace of mind just happens
so easily for you
when there's a hummingbird in view
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and loves you like only a man can
there is something special about them
a sweetness of spirit
containing strong energy
deep feeling hearts
and clear thinking minds
all wrapped up in long bodies
and so many one of a kinds!
sometimes misunderstood
and then if one's lucky
can glimpse their boyhood
(if they let you see him for he is lovely).....yes
there is something special about men
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giggling....i also noticed somehow that line got lost....so...
There's something "special" about women.....too....
You'll never get away with it when they fall in the loo**
And you'll hear when you've gotta step up to the plate
for the childrens' sake....
You'll be asked if a dress looks nice
But don't be out too often with the boys'
doing the latest vice
For us women rather count on you
To be there sometimes when we're feeling blue
Or just to hold and be told
'It's lovely to know you'.....
We can be so moody
and blame those infamous hormones
But then we can sense your moods too
and know when not to be hard on you....
We know we are tough
but passionate too
And when there's no one else around
a woman is the one who can take a man down.
**british term for toilet....even though i know plenty know it! :)
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yes these pants do make my butt look fat?
well, maybe they do....
but I was sort of hoping you'd not be quite so honest
and tell me truly they don't.....
I was sort of hoping
you'd let my illusion keep going....
and yet, who am I kidding?
I said I want honesty
and I really do mean it.
So can I have honesty gently....please?
And I'll do my best to honestly love you too.
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bliss in pure disguise
and beaming eyes
glinting and squinting
and sparkling with laughter
.............
To life's sweet serenade of joy
dancing in our dreams
with one who's face is hidden
but arms feel so familiar
as if we've always been dancers together
gliding on shiny floors like glass
...............
happiness & laughter earned
gratitude and humility learned
don't take it for granted
as so many do
for life is a gift to us
and such a special gift too
so look around and see
the beauty that surrounds you
comes from eternity
..............
even in the dark of the night
there is always some light
if not externally.....internally
that shines brightly
and brings clarity
and love.... like a dove
through us to all we touch
...............
it is the place from which we must start
and the place in which we are free
to explore all the chambers of the heart
a timeless journey to love and befriend
all its paths we travel....no beginning or end
carried on the wings of loving energy
..............
Please help me. I'm limricking and I can't stop. HELLLLLP!
And when I try and write an email now just being friendly
each line ends up rhyming spontaneously!
I think my writing here has become too prolific
and seriously wonder if I've become a bit of an addict!!
And yet of all the forums I've written on
for over the year I've been here,
it's the poetry and creative writing ones where I have found
so many genuinely loving people that are just great to be around.
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| reprise of journeying on the freedom express.....
Posted: 11/18/2008 8:59:20 AM | back from first work of the day.....
thinking these posts are way too long already....
but, hey, one reason it was suggested i start my own thread
is to gather all my writings together in one place
a huge feat I now realize, so I'll just keep pasting
until the energy finally dissipates......
changing the mood, these next few
were inspired by one here who's train
feels like its travelled many a year in my brain!
>>>>>
The Train Journey...freedom express
Posted: 9/10/2008
is there a car here for the sleepless?
for those who rise in energy
when others let it rest?
are there any other travellers
who find sometimes
it's in the night
their most inspiring
words take flight
for their minds are on the back burner
so what's left is
partially emptiness
and stillness
from where
anything can stir
and find expression
>>>>
wow....a dome lounge....
yes please take me there
i have a feeling it's the most
magical carriage here
while many sleep
those of us who are awake
can take refuge where
the stars keep us company
and being up in the night
is filled with delight
>>>>>
The Train Journey...freedom express to silent heaven
Posted: 9/11/2008
yes, what happened to the slow pursuit
to the dreaming and wishing they like you too
what happened to dancing on dates
and feeling their breath in your ear
the warmth of their hair
or the strength of their shoulder
what happened to us to rush so much
that courting is a thing of the past
now more is better and the pace if fast
but here in the dome lounge
time has slowed down
and my dear conductor
has stopped making the rounds
he's taken my hand
and is showing me the lay of his land
of the delights few remember
but on his train we honor
and while below many slumber
we return to the time of
the dance of woman and man
>>>>>
under the dome
love is allowed
to bud
and bloom
and unfold
it invites us to be
the loving souls
we are
in our hearts
and minds and bodies
as feelings take hold
the train speeds through the night
couples under the starry sky
are lost in the reverie
of their delight
and as the journey
sadly comes to an end
hugs and kisses we share
for the ride felt like heaven
especially under the dome
for it is truly a lovers' lair
>>>>>>
The Train Journey...its a trip.....
Posted: 9/12/2008
once all is moving along at a steady clip
the conductor makes his rounds
among his sleeping stewardship
and wandering, as he does every night
when all is quiet, into the
dome lounge which once again
is bathed in starlight
there are a few in here tonight
most just mesmerized by the beauty,
you can see it in their eyes
if you look closely.....
and then in one corner
of this vast room
he sees her
dancing under the moon
and with its eerie light
upon her face
he's not sure if she's real
or an apparition in her place
he approaches slowly
for he does not want to
scare her out of her reverie...
besides he is enjoying
watching her dance
as if in a trance
she is moving with grace
and mostly slowly twirling in place....
imagining his arms around her waist
he reaches for her
and in that moment
suddenly her eyes flew open
with an alarmed expression
just as the train entered a tunnel
so all went pitch black....
time and space seemed to stand still
and when they came out again
into the moon and star light
she was no longer visible
was she real or just an apparition?
the conductor never knew
but every night when he makes his rounds
he checks the dome lounge
just in case she should return....
and as the train sped along the track
as much as he hoped,
she never came back.
>>>>
...On a Train Bound for Nowhere...
Posted: 9/14/2008
sunday morning early light
a sleepy conductor
opens his eyes
wondering with surprise
where this blanket came from
knew sometime in the night
his dreams had turned from fright
to light when an angel visited him
could feel her presence
in that car and even smell her
perfume in the air
angelic energy all around
in his dream felt like
he had found
his most precious wish
and that was just
that an angel would notice
his loving heart
there for all
>>>>>
The Train Ride....
Posted: 9/19/2008
May I come aboard your train, dear man?
Heard all about this famous train
through the grapevine....
how each passenger has a special time
and I remember that line,
'Dreams succulent whipped up divine'....
Yes, can I ascend your stairs
and leave behind my troubles and cares?
Can I visit your famous diner
and relax in a recliner
while my mouth salivates
at the wonderful sites and tastes?
Will my waiter be as lovely as you
with flowing hair and eyes of blue?
Will he want to fulfill my every wish
with each new morsel he feeds me....
a mouthful from every dish,
each one even more delicious?
And when I'm finished with my meal
no longer famished for I've had my fill
will he escort me to my sleeping chamber
and tuck me in for the night?
Will he keep me company in case I'm lonely
and share my fantasy of sensual delight?
Please let me board
for in my life I am so bored
my man no longer looks at me
with eyes of love....
instead he would rather drink his pints
down at the local pub
So I'm in need of extra loving care
if you would be so kind
it's been such a long time
since I got to pay the fare
and ride to excess
the train you call the Freedom Express
>>>>>>
The Train Jouney.....examining baggage...
Posted: 9/21/2008
the train is full tonight
and alive with so much energy....
it's such a delight
hearing all the rucus
like a circus
clamboring to get a seat.....
really can't find one
perhaps this ride
will be on my feet
walking through the cars
enjoying the views....
this couple snoring
that one praying
as if in pews.....
babies cuddled with their moms
sucking sweetly on their thumbs....
still no seat but the journey
to find one is such a treat
as I reach the last car
and my walk has been far
the conductor suddenly appears
and beckons me with a finger
to follow him up the stairs.....
as we enter a door
one I had not seen before
suddenly a whole new world
of stars and the light of the moon
completely fill the room
my heart skips a beat
and I almost fall into my seat
for the beauty and magic here
is quite simply beyond belief.....
who would have thought
among the busy-ness below
that this magical domed space
would have found its place
with this most beautiful glow....
here on the freedom express
to the conductor I give a look of awe
for he knew this car would drop my jaw
and he always knows what's best
>>>>>
The Train Jouney.....locomotion...desired...
Posted: 9/27/2008
In my sleeping car
I feel the tears
falling down my cheeks
a whole train of people
and I just want to hide
and cry and let
the feelings flow
washing through me
to let the sadness go
As a sense of calm starts
the thought to
take a walk
comes to me
to find that place
I know is here
where sky and heaven
can be seen above
filled with stars
and moon light
an astronomer's delight
especially on a clear night
I enter the space
and find my place
right under the sky window
shaped like a dome
watching all this night
as the rain comes and goes
I stay here 'til morn
and as the dawn forms
I can see the beauty
of several rainbows.
I thank this train
and its conductor
and creator
for taking me on
such a heavenly
journey
and departure
from monotony
and feeling lonely
again
>>>>
The Train Journey....relaxed in the sleeper....
Posted: 10/1/2008
the journey home
they took up five cars
and were treated like stars
for the most unusual ride of their lives
it is the holy new year
and due to many reasons
most had lost their homes
from very old to very young
and so one wise and very generous person
full of compassion
decided to hold services while rolling along
in this beautifully regal
and really quite ideal
moving rooms on wheels
there for anyone
who wished to board
and observe these sacred days
only condition was they would not pay
for this man was so selfless
he paid for anyone who came and stayed
including their sleeping berths
and all they could eat
as you can imagine there were so many
it seemed it would be hard to find a seat
and yet, perhaps miraculously,
no one had to stay
standing on their feet
a gift from God was the feeling
and to the one
who made it happen
you could see the tears
when he came near
for no one had ever done
anything like this
for the homeless people
as he did this year
he had been planning it
all his life, he said,
ever since he was a child
and in services he came to believe
that offering of oneself
to those less fortunate
was perhaps the highest honor
one could ever achieve
and so he saved and sought to find
where was the greatest need
>>>>>
the ghost of her passed by
like a veiled mist
he thought he caught it
out of the corner of his eye
and felt her momentarily
by his side
as he collected tickets
>>>>>
hi T.
would it be alright
if I crash your party
and slip quietly
into a sleeper berth tonight?
suddenly I'm really sleepy.....
by the way,
liked your ode
to your host's ghost.....
there's something incredibly
moving
proving words can invoke great feeling
and even promote healing
so beautifully
>>>>
The Train Journey...sleeping...not in the sleeper....
Posted: 10/12/2008
'twas on that night
while our beloved freedom express
was chugging along in auto pilot
and most slept so all was quiet
she awoke and within her
the word 'surreptitously' led her
to seek the ticketmaster
aboard somewhere
she found him resting his eyes
with a sweet smile upon his face
she wondered of whom he dreamt
and wished within his dream
she could have spent
some loving time with him
and suddenly she knew her place
so very quietly
she sat down beside him
and snuggled close enough
to feel his warmth and breath
upon her neck
while she thought he slept
and very soon she fell asleep
cuddled next to him
now the word 'surreptitiously'
suddenly occurred to him
for even when he was lost
in his dream of beauty with
the talented lady in black
he still could feel
someone move close to him
with the sixth sense of a cat
wishing for a bit of company
he let this one passenger
who occasionally took a ride
use him as the hot water bottle
his resting body did provide
and for some reason
he was not surprised
to feel her settle down beside him
knowing her scent meant
he did not have to open his eyes
when her breathing changed
and he felt she was sleeping
he let his arms ever so carefully
move around to gently hold her close
and in this way this lovely lady
and generous and gentlemanly host
let their dreams mix and mingle
a sleeping unspoken partnership
easing the hardship of being single
and so it was they found each other
could have been sister and brother
except for their energy
was more like years of being lovers
and to this day occasionally
they will seek each other naturally
out of sheer delight
to see what dreams will take their flight
knowing their special connection
surreptitiously started that night
>>>>
The Train Journey.....revisited
Posted: 10/12/2008
it happened again
and this time he chose
to stop ticket punchin'
and follow his yen
to see where it took him
of course
it was not a surprise
when the whisp of energy
he'd come to recognize
as the dancing spirit
led him to her favorite haunt
the place he had first found her
moving in the room
under the moon
through the skylight
as if the veil of night
freed her to find delight
in the dome lounge
and that is where
she now stood again
her hair flowing free
the light making her complexion eerie
this time beckoning to him
to join her in her reverie
so filled with her mystery
and wanting more discovery
he could not help himself
but approach her eagerly
knowing they were going to dance
finally
someone he couldn't see
put on music so heavenly
he offered his arm
for her to place round her waist
an angelic expression on her face
and so they began to waltz
with much grace
that came naturally
mysteriously
he had never learned how
yet somehow with her now
it was as if they'd always been
dance partners
as they glided around
the dome lounge
soon she was resting
her head against his cheek
and although he wanted
to softly speak into her ear
for he was so happy to have her near
the silence of their dance
carried them round and round
yet he didn't get dizzy he found
finally the music slowed down
and came to an end
so the waltz also eased
having been so well danced
he could almost feel a mini trance
enveloping him
all because this spirit dancer
had welcomed him in
not wanting to part so soon
for his heart had begun to swoon
even that first time gazing at her
was as if he was wishing on a star from afar
that had woken his love under the moon above
and though he really thought she'd never return
with this meeting tonight he was starting to learn
her visits were a blessing for both of them
quite suddenly, though, he had to go
for they both had seen
the shadow pass above them
someone was on top of the train
and it was his job to make sure
all were safe in his domain
plus he thought he'd heard
it was starting to rain
>>>>>
The Train Journey.....
Posted: 10/17/2008
needing some company
she started a journey
thought it'd be fun
to take a ride
on the wondrous
freedom express
for life had taken
its toll on her
living in excess
trying to do
all she was expected to
pulled in too many ways
lost her balance in the dark
left her in a daze
trying to shake herself free
she decided a journey
was what she would need
and so
to escape any more fight
she leaves in the night
quietly and quite excitedly
to see where her journey
might take me
>>>>
The Train Journey....a life line
Posted: 10/19/2008
they struggled on with all our things
suitcases larger than they could lift
but somehow between the four of them
they managed it
then finding space for them to sit
was not going to be an easy trick
for every seat had a person in it
and she was not going to split them up
so she led her children
to the dining car
to start their journey
for it was taking them far
far away from where they'd lived
starting life over again
this time in a new land
like a fresh deck of cards hand
excitedly the children spoke
having never taken a train before
finally seated in the dining car
she could relax and let her mind wander
what was she thinking to up and leave
with no warning or apology
would they think to come after her?
for she had the children....all three
but she was their mother
and so it was her responsibility
to always guide and protect them
especially their safety
besides their father had died
so unexpectedly
yet for some reason his family
had wanted her children...for company?
and they were strange people
her husband had told her
of his nightmare childhood
and they were so cold to her
so very impulsively one night
she decided the only way
they could be free was if she
took them on a journey
far away? her mind kept saying yes
as she pondered her options
and then reading the paper that day
she saw this train, the Freedom Express
and it was then she knew what to do
for somehow this train was her answer
their passage from pain and sorrow
into a new dawn of tomorrow
so while the children were in school
she packed and readied like a fool
as fast as she could go so upon their return
she told them an adventure they would be taking
on this beautiful train
with a dining car and sleeping berths
she was lucky to get the tickets
doing this so spur of the minute
there was something else though
she didn't dare share...not yet....
for it seemed more like a miracle
and even now she was not sure
so while they were eating scones and jam
she excused herself from her children
just for a few minutes and almost ran to see
if her dream had been real or illusory
she figured it must be
somewhere near there
maybe through this door
knew she better hurry and not wander far
and then she found it
the last car of this beautiful train
the one in which she had dreamed
of her dancing under a moonbeam
as she opened the door
it was just getting dark
and there before her was the scene of her dream
a woman and man dancing
and above them was that glorious dome
filling the room with magestic beauty
moon and stars so bright
the faces with that eerie light
it was almost as if you could touch the night
and as she stopped and let it fill her soul
and ease her fright she finally felt like she was free
that somehow this train was part of their destiny
now she'd found it she knew she'd return
so she hurried back to her children
feeling when they were through eating here
there was this magical place she wished to share
>>>>>>
The Train Journey....freedom express
Posted: 10/26/2008
rain falling on the metal roof above
sounds so strong like an alarm
wakes me from my slumber
dreams not far behind...
memories of long ago
dressed in clothing
foreign to me now
quite in fashion
for back then...
further back
a cruel attack
of men on horses
torturing my parents
holding me, a young'n
so helpless to stop them....
calling the porter please come
desperately needing a cup of tea
to calm me down and soothe my soul
for those dreams so strong did take hold....
bless the freedom express that lets expression unfold
>>>>
The Train Journey....freedom express
Posted: 10/31/2008 ...all Hallow's Eve...
"Mama, I swear this train is haunted!"
Angela whispered in her mother's ear,
hoping no one else would hear.....
She had been trying hard to ignore
the sounds coming from outside the door
similar to those of scratching a chalk board....
Too afraid to open the door
for what would she find in the corridor?
but then came the sound of her mother's snore....
So she wrapped her arms around her tight
but soon let out a scream of fright
for something flew past her window.....
The sound of the train on the track
the scratching sound in the hall
now a ghost or bat flying past.....
Poor little Angela was so terrified
she cried and cried until her momma woke up
and asked her, "What's upsetting you, my sweetest?"
"Don't you remember or did you forget....
It's Halloween, dear angel,
and this is the Midnight Horror Express!"
>>>>>
Posted: 10/31/2008 later....
no, this is not the midnight horror express
so sorry that halloween cast its shadow
and i truly did digress....
please accept my apology
gratefully, your train has only ever held
magic and joy and so much wonder for me
over and over again....
many times it's felt like heaven
>>>>>
The Train Journey....sunrise awakening.....
Posted: 11/1/2008
with the morning light
fear filled dreams of last night fade
pastel sunrise oh so bright sets the stage
senses filling with delight
as wonders of the day parade
new england foliage so beautiful
by my window
>>>>>
The Train Journey
Posted: 11/5/2008 3:07:28 AM
It's a victory train tonight
filled with people laughing, crying
hugging, sighing.....
overwhelmed with the miracle
and joy of this night......
feeling prayers have been answered
that might finally change the gloom
and doom that's been rising now
for many a moon......
and in that magical room
the car where the dome shows the stars
we find two lovers lost in embrace
dancing in place
escaping the madness of life's short race
feeling the need to be with each other
face to face
>>>>>
The Train Journey..just a sentimental moment
Posted: 11/16/2008
aww, T...thanking thee....
just realized in reading
you did a lovely thing
and wrote beautifully
of dancing magically
and loving compassion
that seems to happen
whenever two of the spirits
that journey many a moon
upon this regal steam engine
find their arms embraced
under the starlit landscape
of your dome lounge room | |
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| more meanderings from my heart....
Posted: 11/18/2008 11:45:30 PM | there's been one other thread here I've posted once or twice 
gosh, ya think they might consider writing a vice? anyone seen a writers' anonymous?
anyway, i'd like to start bringing these others here too for the sooner I do, it feels the sooner I can stop bringing 'home' the past, but step into the present here, at last.
LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/17/2008 - the first one of many, really.....
i reap but what i plow
or plow what i sow
but nothing will grow
in the land of tomorrow
for we've used it all up
just to make a buck
hoping that luck
will save us
............
Kicking wildly with its heels
but suddenly stops and blows air from its nostrils
for in the fire through the smoky haze
something familiar meets its gaze
and slowly now it circles the light
that seems way too bright on this magical night
for though the fire is burning low with embers just a glow
it clearly can see, quite miraculously, a rainbow!
.............
today my soul shall fly
the earth is amazing from the sky
and in the sea I will swim free
with all the creatures in this liquid eternity
on land I'll walk and stop to talk
with strangers that might be in the dark
and ever so lovingly I'll see they are me
for today my soul will remember our unity
...........
as I spread your ashes in the highland heather
with the yellow gorse and the scented lavender
part of me walks with you so peacefully
because I know your soul now runs freely
no longer connected to your human body
that was breaking down in its ability
to dance or skip or run or leap
or even drive our soft topped jeep
............
and the drip of melting snow
from the mountain I climbed so long ago
and faced the wind in every direction
until I could feel the oddest sensation
it was as if I was empty
and yet completely there
connected deeply to the earth
and the sky with all its air
..........
the sky made thunderous cheers
but the earth was not really gone
just hidden by the clouds that formed
before the sky began to cry
and then the sun,
from where it had all begun,
spread her light for all to see
the beauty of the earth, the sky and the whole galaxy
.............
why is it i'm writing
'cuz it's not gonna make any difference
not like thunder and lightning
which for many is just too frightening
most will never change
from the comfort of their woes
and can't be bothered to even notice
when they step on others' toes
...........
it was worthless
or was it?
could it have served some greater purpose
that wasn't so obvious?
we don't really know
how far our energy will flow
or where it might travel
perhaps from somewhere long ago
.............
there is nothing to embrace
unless you have the grace
to know we're all over the place
for some seem so displaced
but you're really not that different from me
perhaps in looks and symmetry
they say that's just seeing superficially
yet i think it shows our humanity
...........
by seeing ourselves in the worst of humanity
for way too many are stuck in duality
and see things in terms of good or bad,
the beauty or the ugly
but some say it really is not this way
to see each other so simplistically
for nothing is this black and white
where is the grey in this view of reality?
...........
Views equal'd out of scene's, determine'n the grey meter, run'n...
muddying the colours
the yellows and greens
turning into something putrid
but rather than yellow or grey
what about silver and gold
lighting us all in a sparkly foil
and helps turn the mud into nourishing soil
............
another twist it becomes a gun
and then the light is blocked from the sun
for the blast is so great from all the hate
where we thought freedom had begun
but it was all illusion hiding the biggest weapon
it's not just here, but everywhere there is fear
too many are selfish and cruel and really acting the fool
as if none of us ever went to school
............
We don't know how to not wait too late
for the suffering coming from hate
is suffocating all those who live in this state
of limbo
When do we say enough is enough
that the course we are on is getting way too rough
and although we all blame that other stuff
are we really so foolish to think it's voodoo
......
are we really so foolish to think it's voodoo
or maybe the help from a famous guru
will suddenly appear and all strife disappear
when they come to our rescue
some think it's possible
but I've been taught we're all responsible
and not give in to the despair, nor wait until next year
but right now, today, we must help with the repair
.............
don't our babies deserve a better tomorrow?
or are we going to leave them a world lost in sorrow
and danger and fear and chaos everywhere
just because we couldn't be bothered enough to care?
for the loving souls we know we can be
why are we letting ourselves create so much anarchy?
when we can see we're all part of humanity
and only with humility will we treat each other respectfully
...........
the saviour is really our very own behavior
and trying to see any other way
is choosing not only arrogance, but ignorance
for we are not only the creation, but also the creator
some say there is a higher power
that comes through us in times of need
and some feel with our excessive greed
this is our most destructive hour
...........
Whispered in the dark of an empty soul
you say you are the question
seeing your arrogance...could it be ignorance
aren't we the creators and also the creation...
you feel your soul is empty
but it sounds like you really care
could it be you wish to be free
hence you think you're not all there....
..........
An answer comes oh yes it comes
of this I also have no doubt
but please, and I do not mean to ask again,
but what exactly is your question?
Perhaps you're wondering what happened to you?
perhaps you're wondering what happened to all of us?
we are not so different from each other, you know.....
all our souls are crying out in sorrow
.............
I have nothing to gain
'tis not true m'lady
the hell you speak of in which you dwell
is an illusion made from within yourself
so let the chains that bind you go
get the key to the lock
you're gonna need some heavy pliers
to break you out of your self imposed prison block
...........
i will beg you to cross with me, but the final step is yours alone
ahhh, my knight in shining armour
come to rescue me
and almost set me free
i think i'll step with thee
after all, you've come so far
and all you've done
would be a shame to get chained again
.............
a bland sandwich
like peanut butter and jelly
the jelly is funny
yet peanuts have energy
i think i'll go make one
and fill my tummy
'cuz even though it's been around so long
it's still quite yummy.
...........
Indeed, nothing else ever has
but words can be a double edged sword
said in the right way they can inspire
said wrong and it just sounds alarms to the fire
There are always ways to do things more effectively
and quite often it seems best when done respectfully
For otherwise any good intentions are lost
along with any hope of real progress
...........
show him where to reach, Lord, for an angel's helping hand
oh, sweet one, your guidance will not fail
and should he ever lose direction
he will have you and others too
first the people on this planet here
despite all the troubles really do care
and should our children lose their way
there are always angels there to find them | |
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| more meanderings from my heart....and again.....
Posted: 11/19/2008 4:53:12 AM | I can see this is all going to take much more time
than I had thought originally.....so
guess I better get on with it and stop dallying
with trying to write more poetry!
So, a few more First Line, Last Line 8 Lines, and then to pull another string and bring over some verses much more recently written....starting first from 8/21.....
where survival's all that's clear
fearful feral animals....
humans have so much fear
it travels with us everywhere
would carry into eternity
if we didn't learn how to tame
our animal nature and
take more care or go insane
.........
the heart has to have in order to mend....
ahhh, yes, love enters again
for love is what brings fear to an end
real love that asks for nothing in return
we seem to have become so distorted
in all our views of life
it saddens me to see so many giving up
thinking there is no tomorrow
.........
the world doesn't need more looting
no it doesn't
and the world doesn't need more shooting
no it doesn't
'fraid out of all the seriousness, a song erupts -
"what the world needs now is love, sweet love......"
but will it really save the incredible distortions?
seems things are really in crisis now
............
whatever you learn from is good
of course it sounds totally foolish
it is a song from a time long ago
when the climate was changing
and wishful thinking was rife
and yet it's not really so dumb
because without love is there life?
or are we here just to kill everyone?
...........
our senses not inclined to atone
but atone we must
for killing is not our purpose
no matter how much they say it is just
justified for what?
to take the land or the oil and take it by force?
what about when one is in agony physically and wishes to die?
that is when justice loses all reason and says, 'no, you must stay alive'
...........
it's sunday now, where have you been, you want this all to cease?
and if it's the end
what about having other good times
other than drinking alone or with friends?
what about sharing some passion with all those you'd hoped to but kept gettin' a bashin'?
now they tell you they love you, so there's no time to lose
for before you know it will be all over the news
so grab your sweethearts, it's time to choose
............
i didn't run, i yelled drop it
the vision especially for your age
is filled with danger and your courage
it is not many who'd stand their ground like that
life takes us on the most incredible trails
experiencing things we'd never think we survive
for when we look back at our pasts
so many teach us we're lucky to be alive
............
and who it is you should serve
is never in question for me
for who you should serve is always the same
that's being in service for humanity
we get distracted and pulled in all sorts of directions
when we lose our focus on being that divine reflection
that connects us all with each other and everything....
our energy best serves working for humanity's evolution and well-being.
............
with hypodermic wielding elves
they'll banish all apathy
and put love on our shelves
where we placed our humanity
they'll remind us to think about others far more
because we've been too forgetful
and now things are in such disarray
it's gonna take a miracle because we've been so neglectful
....
it's gonna take a miracle because we've been so neglectful
and yet i can see it in the poetry and the words written here
so many can feel the energy in the air
the one that says we do really care
we have so much to offer
and so much to gain
if we can only just refrain
from destroying it all and become truly humane
............
mistaking jealous wants for hope and need
it's killing our children and taking our trees
when will those in power
let us try and live in peace?
there's no sense of real respect for each other
for we are taught we are not sister and brother
we are sent into battle with all this fuss
and it's destroying us
...........
children dancing on god's shores
laughing and skipping for joy
we have all that within us too
just because we're big girls and boys
doesn't mean we don't know how to sing
and dance and play
we still reach for rainbows passing
and laughed with each other today
...........
and oft I do repent but naught
as long as I don't get caught
in any states of mind that bring me down
and leave me worried I might drown
sometimes I find that I am blind
to see that we are really all one kind
then judgement comes up way too quick
and apologies don't quite do the trick
............
cause I aint listening anymore
to the hypocrites
that seem so kind but inside are blind
to the beauty that really can be found
somewhere in everyone
I too am blind sometimes and need to restore
my faith in people
for we all have been washed up on the shore before
...........
i will show you a rookie
yes sirree
aren't we all sometimes
for there's no guarantee
but soon with practice
we become adept
at just about anything
to which our heart is set
edit - must add a line this time....'all except relationships!' :)
...........
Stats will soon tell.....
different direction indeed!!
giggling with joy
'cuz it's really funny
to see how our minds perceive
and grab a train of thought and ride it
until the trip is over or the track ends
and if you miss this one, there'll be another soon
..........
lost through economic downsizing
ending jobs....raising the cost of living
more like lowering life expectancy
due to redundancy
and why the urgency
to let us go?
just so a few can make more profit?
selling human life for money.....
...........
ok, which reminds me....getting the others over here that are much more funny
and then off to work I go!! | |
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| food for thought, or not....indeed....
Posted: 11/19/2008 5:08:18 AM | more of the 'or not' this time.....
these were written much more recently
in the last few days only
and hopefully, will come across as funny......
The Notplace Where Dr Seuss Lands In Oz :) :) :)
first post 11/15/2008
'why that's another story....and a daunting task'
but not so daunting for that lemon drop strass
who jumped aboard his lemon tree
and threw all his lemons at Sally and me
as we sat in the window
still with nothing to do
wondering what tale we would tell this time
when our mother sees all the goo!
:) :) :)
WE'RE clean as new whistles!
Just look at our faces!
Especially the one our OP displays's
with hand on her chin
she's a thinker for sure
besides these days
honesty is in......
OH NO, dear Mum
please don't push us out the door
to clean up the mess
for we swear
(or would if we could)
it really wasn't us!
And please don't give us that look
like you think that we lie
but of course we all know
you'd never believe the truth
for neither did sherri and I
when we saw those pies fly
from right out of the sky!
:) :) :)
I hoped, but doubted, poochie had done his job right
besides he couldn't reach beyond his little legs' height
and our mother we knew will be up worried all night
once she recovers from her fright
of that pie hitting her 'just right'....
never mind we better clean up this mess
so it's spotless before Father gets home,
for if we think Mum's smack was hard
it's nothing compared to what our father will do....
Come on Sally I know just who must help us too!!!
:) :) :)
Ol’ grump grabbed an eggroll and with that? he was gone!
but not for long......for right outside the door
he discovered, too late, someone had placed the looney bin
and it was about to seal his fate.....
for when Ol' grump lost his footin' while runnin'
(seems we missed a slippery speck of pie after all)
well, it wasn't just that he fell in the bin
but the loons jumped out and grabbed him!
I guess, for saving his fall, we should all thank them
but even more, it's a miracle he didn't have a heart attack right there at the door!!
:) :) :)
And here come the Fluds with their foaming machine that foams both blue or green
depending on what colour they clean.
Course it's a bit of a shame that there are only two choices and no one to blame
but, luckily, in this family of Sally and me
it's green everything, as you may well see.....
On each page of this book, just take a look,
you'll only find green on everything....
not yellow or red, not stripes, spots or plaid,
not even some white sneaking through in the night.
And for those with extra good memory of everything sensory
you might be just old enough to recall
it was Green Eggs and Ham that we ate and that's all.
:) :) :)
digression indeed....but then not really.....
see you speak for the mother in all of us, honestly!
and you put it so well that even her hell
had me in giggles so I'm very happy!
now where to start while following the rules but not lose the plot....
let's see, the last line not used from the previous post
(and of course you're forgiven for you are our host) :)
was about gratitude for Fluds carrying suds on a snail
and somehow must combine that with a whump on a rump....
(gotta ask - did the rump get impaled?)
Anyway.....it was when Sally and I looked high and dry
for our beloved pet that might have sat in it
and gotten all slimy and grimy and wet....
and the more she continued to fret, the worse she would get
until suddenly she started to wail in great detail,
"Maybe poor Schlavy lost his snail tail!"
See he was perfectly fine with the pies and the slime
for of course he's used to walking on slime all the time,
but it was when those green suds started to climb up his....
well, you know....
that Sally and I realized he might not be ok this time.
Well, I could see her concern, but mine were a bit greater....
see my real fears were
Schlavy had gotten sucked up in Magee's vacuum freighter!
:) :) :)
still giggling....that was great!!
and so like the Seuss in so many ways
except perhaps some of the more
creepier things you had to say. :)
It was a day in the country
like any other
and Sally and I, being sister and brother,
had taken a walk to get away from our father and mother.
We thought to go to the park
but due to some unexpected bad luck
it was closed that day with a sign saying,
'Sorry, today you can't play.'
So we kept walking,
not really talking,
each lost in thought.....
When suddenly, out of the blue,
something alien came into view
a plane like no other was seeming to just hover
and stop dead in its tracks right above us
as we looked from below it seemed to almost glow
and then something blue appeared in the window.
Sally and I thought wtf....
no, try again, this story's for children.....
Sally and I thought what a lark
someone had finally come to play with them
and they had a bloody great (ahem) I mean
a wonderful thing to play in
much better than the park!
And from the Blue Wozzle's point of view
these dear sweet blond haired blue eyed mini's
seemed much better company
than that bytch of a ....um, than that witch
he had tried to befriend that was Green and very mean!
And so a fiduciary relationship.....oh dear....children, remember?
And so a symbiotic....nope.....try again, make it really simple....
And so he landed the ship
and Blue Wozzle waved a great big hello through his window and smiled
and with that gesture he seemed so very friendly to Sally and me
that we formed a friendship instantly!
"Oh the things we will do, the places we will see
as I take these two beauties on journeys with me," Blue Wozzle thought....
of course anyone listening might think Sally and I were in danger
and that Blue Wozzle might be more creepy than Green Fozzle, actually....
But, no, that's just fear speaking for when he opened the door
and came out of his ship, the sparkle in his eyes and skip to his step
meant finally, for Sally and me, we were going to have great company!
One that would not get us in trouble or make a huge mess.....
one that would not be a large talking cat that wore a striped hat....
or anything remotely like that...
imagine it....a real friend had come to play
(admittedly he was blue, but if that was his only eccentricity, that was really quite ok)
and so Sally and I got so excited, we yelled, 'Hip Hip Hooray!! We're going on a spaceship today!!'
Still we both agreed perhaps this was one more of those stories
might be best if we didn't share it with our family.
footnote: sorry, anybody, for my getting rather carried away!
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| food for thought, or not....indeed....
Posted: 11/19/2008 11:36:07 AM | WeAre1:
What a wonderful thread: indeed, is thought well fed in a sumptious repast.
'A Shilling'
One penny
One twelveth
One shilling
Six fold
Six pence
Six twelveths
One wee
Won thee
One half
Two pence
Sixth sense
Many cents
We One,
Wee One!
One sun.
Godspeed, WeAre! (no, you ar never carried away....write on, right on...) | |
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| food for thought, or not....
Posted: 11/19/2008 11:57:36 AM | thank you dear T
for your warm words
supporting me
and my spoutings absurd!
seems the writing bug
has gotten the better of me
so guess if it's a disease
at least i'll die happy! | |
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| food for thought, or not....the journey
Posted: 11/19/2008 7:35:03 PM | Needing a rope to pull this one over......
Old Souls.....
Posted: 8/27/2008
Feeling courageous, thinking perhaps it would be ok to post here 'a journey' I took a year ago....warning, it is long, but reads quickly.
written Saturday, June 30, 2007 1:55 AM
Healing Circle Healing
The Healing Circle began quietly.
I drummed lightly, listening...
listening to Mandaza's 'mbera', S's drum, B's rhythm playing,
listening, opening my eyes to B's tamborine,
seeing the people gathering in
seeing the healing begin
I watch food being put on a small table,
wondering if I should set up the big table,
wondering,
wondering,
not wanting to break the sound of the drum
seeing the small table is fine
I let go
no more fear I'm not doing my job
I set my drum aside, hoping, knowing,
someone will pick it up and play
and I move around the circle
sending energy in,
sending energy out,
letting my body do what it wants
stopping behind W
I honor and cleanse around her
My body takes me around the circle
and it stops this time behind a woman
sitting cross legged
I know it is K and I love her
the healing is full of love
wanting and wishing this beautiful woman
to feel soothed and nourished
and freed and held
and cleansed and loved
I moved around the circle
finding my way to J's feet
feeling a deep wish to earth her
for she is doing strong releasing of her pain.
I move around the circle to Mandaza
with C working on his back
gathering and taking and transcending Mandaza's pain
I find my way to his feet
C places big crystal where it needs to go
And waves and cleanses with feather magic
I work up Mandaza to his back to his neck,
to the places that need healing
my hands are drawn to where they need to go
I let them do what they know
I am a follower
Being guided by my hands and the body
and spirit beneath them calling me
Mandaza turns and speaks
and says I am a healer and he is being told
I must go into the bush
alone
where I will receive more healing.
I do as I am told.
I leave the yurt
shoes on,
walking,
wondering
where is the bush?
I feel it 'should' be in trees
I am wandering in the direction of the pond
but am torn.
That is the water, not the bush
I let go and find myself next to the path
weeping, crying, lost
I hear footsteps walking up the path
coming closer
pouring water in front of me
I feel it is A
I can't see,
my eyes are closed
I am weeping
As she moves away she asks,
Is there anything I can do for you Dear?
I say, I think you just did it
She does not hear clearly, so I say it again
She comes closer
I kiss her cheek
She moves away
I wander down to the water
I walk on the lower dock
It wobbles
I walk to the end, almost into the water
Internally, the words and thoughts come to me
I am open to receive this healing
I climb onto the upper dock
I turn around and sit
I lie down, feeling the hard planks on my back,
my body facing upwards
I am there for a long time
In no time
I go through much
and I will write what I can
it is not all here
and the order of thoughts are not necessarily chronological
I am writing so as not to forget the essence of that journey
I am lying on my back,
my legs are bent, feet on the dock, knees resting together
I am shaking
I am feeling cold, lots of tension, lots of shaking
I open my eyes and look at the sky
for I realize it is uncanny
but it is divided
light and dark
and I am lying exactly beneath the line that divides the night sky,
light on the right,
dark on the left
me right in the middle
I let my mind wander and ponder this division
I want to turn towards the light
and see and feel it
I don't want to turn towards the darker sky
I close my eyes and
and let the concept of light and dark fill me with all that it brings
I remember my fear
I remember I am afraid of the dark
I remember that feeling
I remember that cliche' almost
I remember the darkness that struck when I was young
I cry out, still, almost 50 years later
I cry out and ask WHY???????
I let the tears out
I let the sounds out
I am grateful Mandaza said come alone
so I can really be free to let it all be
and take me
I open my eyes and see the sky
and I ponder the light and dark
for it has changed
the line is not right above me now
and there are ribs of darkness in the light part
and there are a swirls of lighter shades in the dark part
I see a moving flashing light in the corner of my eye,
travelling along the sky
from the light side to the dark
I ponder the light and dark in the world
I look closely and realize the sky has changed again
and there is a third section now above me
a middle section
the one where the light and dark sides overlap
and meet
a triangle of gray area
and this is what I am beneath now
I ponder the dark and light in the world
in my life
in me
I honor there are gray areas
there is a place for grey areas
a purpose
for this is where the light and dark blend.
I turn to thinking about right and wrong
and again I cry out in great wave of tears
and the sound of grieving
for the concept of right and wrong
for all the wrong I witnessed
in the dark
I cry for the pain
I see why I am afraid of the dark
I see why I am scared when I can't see in the dark
I see now why I cried when I left dare' last year and didn't have my torch
and found myself wandering around and around in the dark
calling out - help! I'm lost! Will someone please help me.
I was afraid.
And J found me and guided me easily in the right direction
He appeared and said it is this way
and I remember the road shone so brightly and easily when he appeared.
I return to the moment.
I return to my fear.
I remember how much I have been scared.
I remember how I have hidden in the dark.
Quiet as a mouse.
Afraid.
I call out and ask that my fear be eased.
I have had so much fear
I have been told I am wrong so much in my life
I think about right and wrong.
I think about when I read in the Conversation with God books
to imagine if everything you've ever been told was wrong was actually right,
and everything you were ever told was right, imagine if it was wrong?
I take comfort, for in its illogical way, it makes perfect sense to me.
I look at the sky
and I see there are no lines now between the light and dark.
I see the stars still, seeming to be a few more now.
I close my eyes,
My body is still shaking.
My hips and legs are very tense.
I feel the cold
I feel the circle in the yurt
I can not move yet.
I ponder light and dark again.
I open my eyes
and indeed the blending is stronger.
I am seeing very clearly
my eyes wide open.
I feel a calm
I am getting a real sense of what blending light and dark is.
I hear footsteps approaching.
Two people are walking on the dock.
I think it is two people from the yurt
imagining they will see me lying on the dock,
eyes wide open, knees raised, resting against each other.
I let my eyes slightly move in their direction
for they have a flashlight and the light is bright.
For a flicker of a second, I realize the flashlight is on me
and then they are running away, back to where they came from.
And suddenly another wave of emotion and memory fills me
and I weep
and I remember another time I was petrified in my life
I had given birth to my oldest son
and I was in an altered state
in the hospital with him
and one night I was in my room in the middle of the night and had to change.
There was one small pane of glass on the door
and this one night I had to get up to change and
I had not turned the light on.
And suddenly light was on me and I turned and it was
the bright light of a flashlight and the person holding it
looking at me through this pane of glass in the door.
And I screamed.
I felt like an animal or prisoner being watched through the glass
and blinded by the sudden and very bright light.
And so the memory filled me,
and then it came to me.
The darkness and the light.
I look at the sky and I see the blending of the shades of light and darkness.
I turn towards the darker area and face my fears of the dark.
I turn towards the light area and allow it to also fill me.
I remember the fridge magnet I have on my fridge that says,
It is in the darkest skies
that stars are best seen.
And I know this saying. I get it.
I start feeling the yin yang idea of everything contains it apparent opposite.
And yet I feel I have taken it too literally.
It is not such a clear line of differentiation between the light and dark swirls.......
ahhh, it swirls. So there is movement.
But lying on the dock, I realized all these years I was taking too literally the black and white.
I ponder the sky and see it is blending more and more
and there is becoming less differentiation
between the light and dark sides.
I think about that light lights the darkness,
but what does the darkness do for the light?
I feel the dark is lit up by the light?
But what does the dark offer the light?
I feel the dark can be transformed by the light,
but how does the dark transform the light?
And I saw literally with looking at the sky,
the light penetrates the darkness and the dark penetrates the light.
And then it came to me.
Of course, you can't see the light without the darkness, for it would not show.
And you can't see the darkness without the light, or it would not show.
And then the word temperance came to me.
The dark tempers the light.
It softens the light.
Yes, the dark tempers the light.
And yes, the dark shows the light,
but when the light is too bright in the darkness,
it scares people
and it blinds them.
I am lying on the dock
and I am shaking.
My knees are propped up
and the sky is above me.
The dark and light have blended perfectly now,
the stars are numerous, some brighter than others.
And I let the thoughts sink in to me.
When the light is too bright in the darkness,
it scares people
and it blinds them.
I think about my light.
I think about my fear and how often I have been afraid.
I think about when I scare people.
I think when my light is too bright in the darkness,
I scare people
or I blind them so they cannot see anything.
I think about temperance.
And I pray for temperance.
I pray for softness.
I remember from Tai Chi - 'Strength through softness'.
I let the calm wash over me.
I open my eyes.
The sky now has the light containing and surrounding the darkness.
In the corner of my eye I see a small flashing light moving back across the sky
and I feel ahhhh- yes, his journey has followed mine.
I see the formation of stars above me.
I thank the sky for being such a teacher.
I get up and have a hard time standing.
I walk along the dock and see the water spreading out in front of me and know
it is such a wonderful reflection of the sky.
I look up and thank the bright star above in that direction for it's clarity and peace of mind.
I turn and thank the star above for its hope and wish for health.
I turn and thank the star above for its wisdom.
I turn and thank the last star above for understanding and love.
I turn and face the water and sky and trees and
honor the gift of being there and all it has brought me.
I feel one with everything.
I share this story because I believe it came through the Old Soul in me. | |
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| food for thought, or not....the journey
Posted: 11/19/2008 7:59:45 PM | WeAre1:
Such eloquence to descibe gifted not am I.
Imaginary trains were invented for that purpose.
Often, whistles are heard....bells tolling not..... | |
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| food for thought, or not....more from the old soul in me....maybe.
Posted: 11/19/2008 8:01:42 PM | 8/27/2008
As she started to run from there
she suddenly remembered her
as a child camping with her family
and a bear came to visit her
while she was having lunch....
and she just stayed still and quiet
and felt deep respect and care of the bear
as it seemed the bear felt for her too
(she was only a young child then)....
And so with that memory
she did not run at all this day
but stayed and befriended that family....
she learned their language and way of life
and became quite close and respectful
later she often returned to see
the mother and baby especially.
.............
8/28/2008
forgive all you have hurt
forgive your self
forgive others
if others can't forgive
forgive them for that
we are not responsible for others
then why does it hurt so?
carrying is not always helping
surrender...release and acceptance
each need to walk their own path
at their own pace
release the guilt and shame
for the weight you carry
on your shoulders
and in your heart
is not real
but a figment of
your imagination
forgive your self
forgive others
there are many levels
go deeper
rise higher
like balloons held by string
find where they are attached
untie the string
let them fly away
be free
try not to get caught
in any more string or webs
of your heart or others'
the web of life
is a blessing
a dance of delicate balance
.............
when you're awake, take rests as you need.....
and when you're sleeping, stay aware as you dream....
this way you'll always be conscious and relaxed
.............
9/3/2008
i begged them to stay
they disappeared anyway
i will not walk away either
unless there is nothing left to stay for
.............
9/6/2008
a new day
it's very grey
the light flat
all the greens
that usually are so varied and vivid
all look the same
the rain has been
everything is glistening
in the grey air day
above the clouds
the sun shines
or so i've been told
..............
9/14/2008
truth - seems you've gone
let go of the hold
broken the pull
standing on your own
stillness of the moment
be well on your journey
may your heart's desire be fulfilled
and should you come knocking
on this door again
you know it will always open
............
9/24/2008
My two eyes see
there is so much sadness in humanity
too many have given up feeling lost for eternity
We feel guilty
to be able to run free
when so many are still living in slavery
Seems so many care
abut each little hair
but turn away from our homeless or just stare
The day is drawing fast
our last line has been cast
for what's here can not possibly last
So use every moment
to the best that you can
remember we are all brothers - we are all human
............
9/27/2008
Sometimes
the unknown is
exactly
where we are meant to be
to balance
all we do consciously
believing we are on course
For it is in the unknown
in the questioning
in the accepting
of nothingness
that we stop long enough
to let our selves just be
and trust that feeling
of emptiness
and uncertainty
is what opens us up
to feeling free
completely
allowing for divinity
to enter
and inviting
it to stay
for eternity
..............
9/27/2008
am tempted to offer the comment
consider leaving your ego in pieces
and see who you are while it's taking a break
literally
you might surprise yourself
and realize without that ever so protective layer
who is left is the best part of you
shining free in beauty and easy for all to see
and honestly, whether the one
of whom you speak
is on the same page or not
will not really matter so much
for the part of you that wants him to care
is now not putting so much energy there
but trusting he will come to you
if he wants or is meant to
...............
10/2/2008
in the silence of my mind
i find a momentary force
always been there of course
and i feel very briefly
free of my subjectivity....
just to be
why is it so hard i find
to hear but not make any sound
to let thought go
and feel how powerful
it is
just to be
if i breath
it calms me right down
puts me in touch with the ground
and also the cord to heaven i've found
when i let myself
just be
one moment in time
seems to go on endlessly
and in that state
i sense eternity
and unity
if only i can let me
just be
when i'm alone
this state feels like home
neither here nor there
but almost in limbo
i love this feeling
so very healing
just to be
waiting for another
to join me
and together
we both could learn
love can really flow free
if only we
just be
..............
10/9/2008
i have also felt the slap of reprimand
all my life in truth
for i think sometimes some see beneath
when our egos are coming through
for they sneak beneath our own radar
torment our souls with illusion
then fill our minds with negative projection
and sometimes you just don't know
who's ego is who's
when they are expressing anger
and interjection
i have also felt the clap of respect
when i free my creativity
and with humility can see my subjectivity
when it's acting through me
projecting onto others
and losing my humanity
some days there is so much insanity
acting around and through me
and on those days i want to shout
please love me and let me love thee
i mean no harm.....really
for no one has the right to judge another
if only we could just remember
we're not that different from each other
and some time perhaps in the past
we might might have been each other's mother
or sister or father or brother
you might have been my son or daughter
or the sweetest of lovers
or even guardian angels
sent to watch over each other
............
10/10/2008
I have not been here long
but am sad to see
the hositility
that arose earlier this eve
One big reason
the poetry forum appealled to me
was because of its sincerity
and supportive community
It beckoned to me
unlike any other forum
in my travels
on this open sea
Here the words
come from each of our bodies
and souls and hearts
All valid.....all art
When I read the idea
from the op here
I knew it didn't appeal to me
had no wish to compete, really
For writing poetry for me
and reading others poetry
is because it sets us free.....
through our creativity
and reading others' inspires me
and reminds me
just how much beauty
is in the heart and soul of humanity
Of course our pain also shows
for all to see
and then seems when
we can use our empathy
to understand
and not reprimand
and even to honor
our individuality
And so I write here
gratefully
and hope it will continue
with everybody.....
judgement free
...........
Posted: 10/11/2008
a plea not to judge
from either 'side'
and to have some heart
so that everyone can speak
their truth and let kindness abide
if some want to start a thread
with a contest in their head
it is free for them to do so
and if any wish to take the bait
for some it will naturally elevate
and also could truly educate
so go for it and enjoy the ride
and if others
do not wish to participate
for we all know who's
poetry here is first rate
and who's is not so great
perhaps through some lens
but they all definitely illuminate
so we realize all are valid
and no need for any to hide
but it is not kind
or necessary
to put anyone down
if they are for or against
this suggestion
especially to the point
of anyone feeling
they take offense
or have to make a defense
of their opinion
and it's also ok to sit on the fence
so please make peace
and not let this group
of wonderful writers
from 1st graders
to college professors
any more divide
by the way no place I've seen
woud have the first graders
and professors compete
in the same games
and no one directly involved
in the loop by participating
would also be the judges
helping critique and make sure it evolved
remember we write because we love to
(i thought)
so please don't get caught in the ego
yours, mine, or ours
for it's always lurking
waiting to stir up trouble
just like now.....
we can overcome it somehow
they say by practicing acceptance
in the greatest of ways
and not needing the praise
we all seem to seek
for it's not always from those who speak
but sometimes we learn most from the meek
.............
10/12/2008
old soul speak to me....
can you feel empathy?
can you stay judgement free?
can you recognize your subjectivity?
can you know all of life's conditions?
can you see your own imperfections?
can you honor each of our perceptions?
can you see that none of us are free of sensitivity?
can you know, really, another's pain?
can you feel when the energy is insane?
can you sense the spark that ignites the flame?
can you understand we're all part of the divine plan?
no more
no less
all blessed
................
Posted: 11/5/2008
a monotretra...first attempt
sitting here feeling lost in space
been watching presidential race
it all took place as we had hoped
now will he cope? now will he cope?
second attempt......
letting peacefulness fill me up
from the bottom depths to the top
feeling hopefulness in my heart
it's just a start...it's just a start
third attempt....determined not to rhyme this time
stillness of my being please come
and let your blessing steady me
your gift of peace releases me
feeling calm now....feeling calm now | |
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| a meandering from my heart
Posted: 11/19/2008 8:23:51 PM | the wave from you to me
touches me deeply
thank you
and yes
have felt so blessed
on your freedom express
definitely a delight
from special train rides
and writes late at night
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| more meanderings from my heart....
Posted: 11/19/2008 9:39:54 PM | more string tugging, this time from.....
I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/23/2008
well, when i found this pond of plenty
just over a year ago
i had no idea it would take me
on this incredible journey
through waves of learning
and healing
and meeting
and parting
from moving
and returning
and fleeing
and starting
from talking with strangers
that soon become friends
and facing some things
i wish could have been more hidden
the journey so far
has been such a treasure
and a blessing within
i think i'm getting
from all the fish here
exactly what i've wished for
a transformation begun
perhaps we really are all one
------------
I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/24/2008
my cats are crazy
and almost more canine than feline
as so many siamese are
one purrs just like a pigeon cooing
the other, though male
let the kitten suckle on his skin
and was the perfect mother.....
sister and brother my two are
and thank God for their rescue
for they came from a woman
who had them in cages
and in the whole litter of four
two of them hissed
when I opened the door
and picked them up
tiny kittens hissing
not knowing that people are loving
now they can't get to my lap quick enough
but then it was really tough
not having been held nearly enough
even at a very young age
came into the world in a cage....
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I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/25/2008
i spoke to you
the night before
and thanked you for
being with me for the short time you were
for the blessings you gave me
before we would part
i asked for forgiveness
you melted my heart
and the next day it happened
i was awake and then not
i awakened again
but you were gone
back to where you came from
the cord was cut
but the window was never shut
for you've always been with me
through the tears all these years
-------------
I don't care what you write........
Posted: 8/25/2008
i can see the happiness in your face
i also see you looking back at me
as i look at you too
sending me
a wink and a nod
reassuring me it's actually great fun
not to have a bod
so sway on willow, play on grace
you may not think you have one
but i can see your face
and it's the face of an angel
and i can see you have your flock with you
and bigger angels too
to keep you company
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I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/26/2008
for I thought they were dreams
but then I saw you at my door
the one I saw while my body slept
and though I think I am awake
here you are from the night before...
so which is real and which is dream?
can anyone tell me anymore?
I have heard that in some cultures
what's considered our dream state
and our waking state are reversed....
they believe the dream state is reality
and our waking state....'virtuality'
so pay attention to what we dream
for it could be much more
where we've really been.
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I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/26/2008
I plea with thee to not disrespect
and to remember none of us are perfect
I plea with me to not disrespect
and to remember none of us are perfect
I plea with thee to remember
we are not that different from each other
I plea with me to remember
we are not that different from each other
Not the same, but not different....
another divine paradox like
within the void contains everything
and within everything contains the void
or like yin and yang where
'everything contains the seed of its apparent opposite'
seems impossible....but is possible
-----------
I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/27/2008
the lessons of the heart and soul
seem to be the hardest
when feelings take hold
and are rejected
why do we hurt so
when we have to let go
as holding on
is clearly more painful
the path of caring
that does not lead to sharing
seems to be the most difficult
for feelings are powerful
they can raise us so high
as well as crash so low
and even when we wish not to
we can get caught in their cycle
of elation and sorrow
and then one day
almost out of the blue
we suddenly can take a look
and see the purpose of the ride
and see we survived
and not only that
but we find we are utterly
grateful for it all
and for being alive
we can now see
how our paths have actually
led us to new levels
of understanding of ourselves
our lives and humanity.
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I don't care what you write......
Posted: 8/28/2008
it jumped right into my boat
but being a fish
it could not stay afloat
without water....
and so we spoke
and I agreed
to jump in the water too
and swim with her
just to see
where she led me.....
he's fallen under her spell
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I don't care what you write.....
Posted: 8/31/2008 12 20 AM
it seems more and more
that everything we feel
spreads to others so easily
and not just in person either....
for there's that which
is beyond words.....
that moves energetically
and lifts us into a state of
very clear thought and feeling,,,,
perhaps it IS God
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I don't care what you write.....
Posted: 9/1/2008
it was shared yesterday
by a beautiful african
that we are being asked now
'why are we here?'
'what is our mission?'
we have prayed to be made into
instruments of peace and love
well he says now we've been granted our wishes
those prayers have been answered
now it's time to put away individuality
and be the peace and love we asked to be
be the peace and love we have to be
to save our planet and humanity
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I don't care what you write.....
Posted: 9/2/2008
i'm not sure where some into spirituality have gotten such a bad rep
for the ones i know are living on so very little....in fact
no one i've known doing any kind of real spiritual work
has not felt the sting of poverty and suffering....
again i see excuses for dividing people into us and them
and deciding, as if any of us are free from sin....
why so much judgement when so many are dying?
perhaps we could learn from those in the world
who are living in the worst conditions of all,
yet have light in their wise eyes that comes
from a deep faith and understanding of their spiritual guides....
seems we've lost it and those trying to help are being pushed out
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I don't care what you write.....
Posted: 9/2/2008
^^really beautiful
it seems (to me) where harmony usually reigns
it can take just one person's energy
to disrupt the harmony and cause whipping of
chaotic energy into a frenzy that touches everybody
leaving waves of fluctuating energy surges
still igniting until they dissipate and harmony can return....
but this time with deeper understanding from
communicating through the negative energy surges....
so a deepening of honesty occurs
all because one decided to break the peace....
recovery is a process
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I don't care what you write.....
Posted: 9/9/2008
if you want to leave
no one is stopping you
simply inviting you to
first take a breath or two
just like a romance if it's not working out
then peaceful agreement
always seems better
than insulting before walking out
perhaps i could mention
i have been surprised sometimes
that things i'd say you'd take in a personal way
when that was not my intention
so right now at the heart
perhaps we really need to stop
blaming and shaming others
in relationships when we want to part
no need for announcement
no need to explain
just take a break if you want
for it's not a game
if you're not feeling happy
then you need to see
perhaps why that is
for isn't it your responsibility
as it is for each of us in ourselves
for without our contentment
being here could feel like a prison cell
instead of a writers' haven and wishing well
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I don't care what you write......
Posted: 10/27/2008 5:09:54 AM
no...
hearts
don't always
use words
they use
feelings
of love
or not
an
inner
sense
of peace
or not
felt
in
side
and
outside
reflecting
all we feel
and all
of our
love
or
lack
thereof
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| meanderings from my heart......
Posted: 11/20/2008 4:17:33 PM | still catching up....thinking i'll be pulling these strings back for a long time!
so, as there are so many, continuing with the daunting number
of First Line, Last Line (Part Deux), these now mostly from September.....
to meet at the pond
we met at the pond today
the whole group of us walked down to it...
many stayed on the wobbly docks
until they felt ready and then went in.....
but it wasn't to swim
it was to 'pray'....
as I floated on my back
I could feel the lilly pads
supporting me from below....
they were really abundant this year
..........
make a new start
it really is time
we've neglected
our bodies and hearts
and focused all on our minds
we've used each other
and all but used up
the gifts from our mother....
we just call her dirt
it really is time to make a new start
to stop and listen to the beat of our heart
to not just run to and fro
but to pay attention as we go
it isn't just our hearts we neglect
but the heart of our mother....
this beloved planet
it's time to use our hearts and minds
to break down these self imposed walls
to help each other... for some
really will not know how to fall
they've been up in their towers
surveying and ordering from up there
but it's meant they don't know
what goes on down here
it's time to shake hands
and give hugs to each other
to stand on the earth
and feel where our mother
needs to be healed
for she reflects our faults
our cruelty and our insults
for we've treated her like we do each other
and weren't we told long ago
we need to honor our father and mother?
weren't we told long ago
we need to honor and respect each other?
weren't we told long ago
there is no separation or division
that our fathers and mothers
and friends and all others
are one and the same?
yes.... it really is time
to put an end to this game
to know why we're here
because we've forgotten
in all the insanity.....
we've forgotten our mission
and it's so far from our minds
it's time to remember
we're part of humanity
all one....one heart....one mind....one body....one soul
connected indescribably with each other and the whole
as long as we live thinking of me, mine, you and yours
we're destined to keep divided and so never see
how we can be the loving and peaceful
souls we were put here to be
.........
out of the mire
is going to take some help
for so many have fallen in...
we're drowing in quick sand
and the more we try to rise
the deeper we sink
please help...
we are in crisis
standing on the brink
........
the gift is precious along with the wrapping's
with all of the ribbons and bows
not to mention the holiday shopping....
oh the love that shines forth
from even the little munchkins' toes
when they see that new horse
(a miniature toy reproduction of course)....
especially if it's one you've carved yourself
well, there's no telling how much they mean it
when they put it on the shelf and it's left there...
years later you find it and a pang of bittersweet joy
fills you as you remember how dear they are and were
as that sweet little girl or boy.
.............
Oh Danny Boy
such a beautiful meloncholy melody and lyrics too....
feel like posting them here for you....
'O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.
But if ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me. '
.........
well maybe a little one, but I thought I could beat that fate
i thought i'd get off scott free
and not have to deal with this prison insanity
nothing to do but just sit, sit, sit, sit
and i do not like it, not one little bit
if i honestly ask did I get any clues
that i'd be arrested and my friends
would be reading about it in the news?
well, yes, but if I don't get out of here soon
i'm afraid i'll be found gibbering in my cell
with no awareness of who i am
and i'll be left in doctor seuss hell
............
designed to stop when you begin
seeing life is not a game
to be played
with no responsibility
or respect
or humility
and until we learn
these three things
it seems
there's going to be
very little compatibility
and a long long way to go
to tipperary?...no
to unity
..........
until after he lost
that big load was so heavy
he never really recovered
for he couldn't undo
what had happened
he couldn't surrender
to acceptance
for his shame
was so great
there was no one to blame
it tore at him over and over and over and over again
in due time he lost his mind.....
the next lifetime
he was their guardian
guiding and protecting them
heaven sent
for now he knew what compassion meant
...........
they'll point a gun at you
yes they will and they'll shoot ya too
just because you used a bike
or had a tone in your voice they didn't like
i know that's one reality
and it scares me, but also
pisses me off people are like this...
to know they really have no respect
so all this anger and killings and keeping the wars going....
i don't see how it's doing anyone any good
seems so self indulgent and selfish....
if you can't respect others, how will you realize the planet is in crisis?
i know some are tired of hearing about love and peace
and i know it sounds like flower power time again..but it's not.
things are far worse than they were 40 years ago
and i really think sensitivity and empathy is the only way to go.
..........
then work for that goal and get others to see
that instead of fighting and anger and divisibility
there could be freedom conceived through supporting
and respecting and understanding and honoring
just what incredible beings humans really are.....
we can love with sheer abandon coming from the heart
we can hug with deep feeling that nourish the soul and only just start
to touch on the feelings we are capable of....
we can talk and discuss and really feel empathy for anyone if we wish to...
we can sit in our stillness and just be
and sometimes in those moments we feel the unity
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
what's going on here? where have our real moderators gone?
where have our site administrators gone?
how can this site that has been such a blessing become so heartbreaking now?
just shows don't get attached to anything because the minute you do it's taken away anyway.
why can't writing be fun? we're not children, but we're being treated like them.....
it all deeply deeply saddens me
...........
I'll have to wash my soul another day
when I'm not feeling quite so grey.
I've often felt my speaking out has been a problem.
But now I see, it might be necessary for I know, like you,
they'll never shut me up.
Yes actions do speak louder than words....
I think it's going to take all we got to make the changes needed.
The difference that we make comes from our powerful will
and our powerful force we are and will be once we
combine our energy.
............
our hearts duet
beating in time
is it morning yet
a very small rhyme
..........
avarice is a tireless master....
can we spend any faster?
go to zimbabwe
with money
and try and buy food....
you won't be able to
because there isn't any
..........
the quoted bad line, i'm your father
and mother and sister and brother
i'm your daughter
the one just in kindergarten
and i can tell it's gonna be
a long and winding road
to find the humanity
i was told lived here
........
clearly i do see
we're all part of humanity
or some call it mankind
be kind to man
be kind to woman
be kind to all people
including your self
for if we are truly all connected
to each other and everything
hurt one and hurt all
love one and love all
..........
let's get up and get out of here
to have a day full of wonder and love
and beauty and joy and hearts rising above
the pain and despair we know is out there
it seems like a dream we can be so free
and yet, we know we're part of the insanity
part of the hurt and the torture and cruelty
so when we feel love, let's not forget to also feel it for humanity
............
rather have a full bottle in front of me
than a full frontal lobotamy
actually, watching my ex hubby drink
did some major alterations to him for he was on the brink
and being in England, bud light is not what he'd choose
but something far stronger he would use
daily maintenance seemed his friend
but it took a heart attack for him to really stop in the end
and thank goodness for our will to live
or else he would not be here now and be the loving soul he is
............
That's like an ugly baby, can't happen
oh certainly, sham, it's all a matter of taste
remember in England
things are frowned on if American
especially our beer, guns, egos and waste!
..........
I'll have a bud light and a snack
and go out in the cool morning air
take a walk and remember
there are so many who care....
feeling with every step
the earth beneath my feet
supporting me from below
cushioning me from any blow....
as i take each breath
i feel the air protecting me so
keeping me alive, sustaining me
with her oxygen.....
looking at the trees
feeling the breeze on their leaves
i know there is magic here
for this is the place where
i am walking
and to my self i'm talking
and reminding me why we're here
..........
gifts of greatness from up above
and humbleness from below
something deep within us
that connects and does not show
until we see the sparkle
of the aforementioned glee
escaping with our energy
through our eyes when we smile
through our hearts feeling love
through our bodies when we hug
and dance and run and shout for joy
when we feel like girls and boys again
these are the things that remind us
we are the angels and right here
in this vast playground is our heaven
..............
to live from spite and mean it
is so foreign to my way
can't quite get my mind or heart
around this thing you say
to live from spite and mean it
almost sounds like you enjoy
being cruel, that you're really ok
with this hand that you play
to live from spite and mean it
could show that you've been hurt
someway and badly too, and so
to others that's what you're gonna do
I pray one day you see your way
is causing you more harm
for in the end, some will say,
and this might cause you some alarm,
but they say how you treat others
is always how they treat you,
that whatever you put out
is what comes back, have no doubt,
and some say ten-fold too.
.........
am here forever a-wondering
what the day will hold
will a cloud float by and take me for a ride?
or will the world seem harsh and cold?
it seems it's really up to me
what sort of day my life will be
and if i start to feel a loss or separation
to you i'll turn and make a start
to deepen our connection
because you're the one who touches my heart
............
there is no fright
not tonight
the storm has passed
dusk falling fast
but no stars tonight
for the clouds have
overcast their light
yes, no more fright
but if you should need me
in the night
imagine and i'll be there
holding you tight
for i do really care
nowhere...everywhere....
you can always find me
somewhere in the scenery
and deep within your memory
.............
and I let go of the wise
and just be
and to my surprise
perhaps the sun might shine...
or not
perhaps my cats my curl
on my lap...or not
perhaps my son might
get a new girl...or not
perhaps i might sit and write
a new poem....or not
perhaps i might call my friend
and go share some lovin'...
or not
when i just be
life passes me easily
..............
at last your soul can rest
my head upon your chest
i can feel your heartbeat
and i let my body flop
and stop all effort to hold me up
i can lean so far and let me fall
and tumble like a ball
and through it all
your heatbeat will still
be with me
comforting
reassuring
telling me
it's ok
to play
to say
i'm busy today
come back another time
and i will try again to rhyme
or not
.............
I can no longer remember
your kiss
But I remember that
loving look on your face
looking at me
I can no longer remember
your taste
But I remember that
cold look on your face
looking at me
No, I will never forget your energy
when you were angry
Nor your energy
when you were in love with me | |
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| meanderings from my heart......
Posted: 11/20/2008 4:30:53 PM | Hi We...... Just popping my head in to say congrats on starting your own thread... It's a great way to keep up with all that gets posted throughout our travels here. Also, it lets us, the readers, get to see what a kind and gracious poet you truly are. It's woven through each and every pen....
Huggsss to you... | |
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| more meanderings from my heart......more last line, first lines.....
Posted: 11/20/2008 5:03:58 PM | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/15/2008 3 44 AM
I stand alone amid the ruins of my life
being flooded with the misery of my destiny
as I slump on the floor I can hear my demons roar
'what have I done to deserve this much agony?'
and the answer comes to me -
"my dear sweet child....here, let me comfort thee
and help you see your life even with all its disappointments
and painful moments - it's all your treasure....
every step you've taken is a blessing...
the gift of you for all who have known you,
as they have been gifts for you too....
not one moment of your life has been wasted
nor has there been any time you have not been loved
deeply and truly on levels you never even dreamed of....
yes, cry, let it out, let it flow
let your tears help you to feel and heal your sorrow
for from tomorrow you will cry with joy
you will cry with gratitude for being alive
you will see even the most horrific things
in our destiny can set us free to find
the miracle and angels in all of us
and all of mankind.....
even those diguised as hate
are just there to help you care and create the vision
and mission to see that life and love and peace and light
are the perfect states
and with you all the time
not just in your dreams at night."
............
might as well put your money away
'cuz you're not just here to have fun and play
you gotta do your part to make your
life work, right now, today
you think it will just be given you
because you think you're owed?
well, my friend, wake up, grow up
that idea is now so old
silver platters no longer exist
in the world we live in now
you gotta pull your finger out
and get off that silver lined cloud
it's harder now to make it with the costs so high
only the rich are able to even buy gas to go for a ride
and we think it's high here?
it's so much worse on the European side!!
food is astronomical
and yet we all must eat
but they tell us it's unhealthy
with all the crap they put in meat
you say put your money away
well, i know many without any
where a pay rise now is 2%
and jobs...well, there aren't that many
this country and all over the world
is having severe financial crisis
we're crying for help, they can see our tears
but the high ups have blocked their eyes and ears
what's the answer to it all
I have no idea
but put your money away if you have any
it's not going to fix the problems here
.............
but for the problems here I should not have been chosen
perhaps a marriage counsellor could melt where you're both frozen
and bring back the passion and compassion you've been missing
how can you think that a wrench under the sink
would help you each open your heart
or maybe guide you to make a fresh start?
there is nothing here for me to do except give you
an honest word of advice or two....
let your love be, just set it free
and it will come back to you
spontaneously and unconditionally
so don't delay....do it today!
...........
grab that ball and run
exactly
passing thoughts
follow one
and see where it takes me
sometimes it's personal
sometimes not
using others
to clear my writers' block
...........
laughing!!....can't type!
by trying a new pair of shoes
or buying a new pair of shoes....
why is it for no apparent reason
if i find myself passing a shop
suddenly i need to stop
just in case they have some pair
i must snare for my collection....
or a dress is best to buy
when one doesn't have the money
never mind a great outing mate
like a special someone to call honey....
i try and tell myself i'm frugile
by using second hand shops
but my closet's overflowing
and my drawers are begging me
"please stop!"
..........
Yes, my girl's team won
so just for fun
I take them all to see
the Moody Blues that are still playin'
occasionally....
You think I'm mad to take
a whole team of girls at 5
to such a concert that of course is live
but they love it, I can tell
their eyes are sparkling
they're quiet as hell
each so completely mesmerized
...........
they love
we love
we are love
love is us
love is all
all is love
we need love
love needs us
find love
found love
be love
............
be love
two simple words
so hard to observe
seems many think
you deserve to be loved
but if you are what you seek
and it comes from within
they say you'll see the reflection
all around you
inside....outside....
all sides....no sides....
be love and let love be you
..........
When you see misfortune, there but for grace go you
yet my heart and soul want to do something bold
and so I dare to speak my mind
only to find
this time
I was lucky
but I won't be again
seems my time here is under scrutiny
and so I must be careful not to raise any more mutiny
And now I let this issue pass into the past hoping it will not last
I am filled with love perhaps
............
"For I've been thrown out of much better places than this:)"
'He said it, not me'.....she shouts with glee
because it is not true for her....
She's rarely been shown the door
but that's besides the point completely....
For her, this place of poetry
has become very special indeed....a sanctuary
where many hearts and souls have gathered
writing with an honesty
about things that matter....
well...mostly :)
yes, she would miss this place
if she was ordered to go
few places does she know
really
where writing has felt so soulful.....
She is here most gratefully....where
there is wit and humor and honesty.
..............
where we're goin'
well, who knows
but we are here now
writing our woes
and goals
and.... just suppose
this didn't exist?
suppose we were gi joe's?
stunning with guns
instead of our imaginations.....
using words as our amo displayed
but also our crystal clear
messages here conveyed....
it has been a day of bravery
but not with strong weapons
but with having the courage
to write the truth
and ask for compassion....
called for help
and almost got the ban
with one hand....
but with the other
one listened and looked
and figured out how
we could continue
to write haiku
and stay within the book
of rules.....
and so with gratitude
we continue to.....
though some would call us fools
reading those three lined phrases
have been so inspiring
can't help but sing their praises!
...........
and you'll dance too
and get others to join you
for life's all a dance
with perhaps taking a chance
or two.....
and in the end
those who have
let themselves dance
and sing and maybe
write poetry
or play musically
or see scientifically
or mathematically
or abstractly
or environmentally
or with humanity
will come to know
we all live and grow
it's what being a human, being is
...........
it's time to hear some music that's hot
or at this very moment maybe not
been reading about the political
and religious forums now gone
from the choices we have here to write on
or can still be accessed through the maze
of searching their titles
or if you've written on them before
and they've made ya think
you can get to them through your 'my forums' link
yet it's a sad day in this typing kingdom
when bickering over profile pics
outweighs public displays of
intelligent opinion and sharing of wisdom
so it's not just on the poetry forums
they are cracking down
but in many ways
they seem to be saying
we can only write about the superficial sides
of falling in love and online dating
..............
years
lived so fast
speeding from one to the next
stopping at flashbacks
visions of past
childhood tears
teenage peers
marital years
childbirth cheers
single parent careers
middle age dears
old age nears
death no fears
all treasures
all valuable years
............
create no reasons for blame
for blame can bring shame
and excuses for not seeing
we could all play that game
the feelings deep in my heart
say in so many ways we are not so different
but so much the same
like we are at life's start
maybe what drives us apart
is the belief we're so separate
which leads to prayers said daily to heal this pain
for all are heavy with the strain
perhaps to soar high in the air
and raise our vision and care
to see from up there
we're all struggling here
when one feels down or wishes to give up
it could be me or you
perhaps rather than turn away
we could try and come to each other's rescue
for they say we are connected to each other
even those in the gutter
we are not separate beings
love is the key this connection brings
.............
Who ever told you that is how life was to be lived?
Well, let's see...
it was in 3rd grade I was first told
don't take lsd,
for I'd walk out the window thinking I could fly
from the tenth story....
and don't take heroin
for anything that addictive
meant I wouldn't be going to heaven....
then I got older and drinking was forbidden
never mind going to concerts
and seeing everyone regurgitating
really put me off alcohol.....
So what did I have left?
sex and rock and roll
and tobacco
(the last of which I came to see
was the most addictive of all
in the drug family)....
but two out of three wasn't bad
and of course the last vice
the one the whole world knew
and seemed to do
was the one containing thc.....
so after a lifetime of studying vices,
seriously,
it seems it all comes down to balance
if the scales tip really dangerously
just need to look at my limits, honestly....
and, surprisingly,
I've also come to see
my state of being seems best
when really I am vice free.....
except of course sex and
rock and roll actually!
............
cherishing the people in my heart
pray we never lose the gift
to cherish
to love
to remember
we're all angels
just visiting here
again
re-unification
rejuvination
..............
words lost in the wind
are always found again
carried on the crest of a mighty wave
could of come from me or you
or an almighty sage
or perhaps set upon a stage
or when one is filled with rage
words carry for they are strong energy
and once said, or even just thought
like netting a butterfly
they can be caught
and often it is how one is taught
with words
............
kissing the skies
as they pour down
rain and more rain
and even more rain still
the land is being watered
if not flooded a little
seems if not one extreme
it's the other
well, whatever she needs
for the planting of seeds
if it is these we need
to honor 'the mother'
...........
continues to do it again and again.....
countless tortures he has done
so when he dies and it's his turn in heaven
to face his life of raping small waifs
he finally sees the being he was
and in that moment of honesty
his soul does join him once again
and from that day forth
he makes a promise to himself with force
that never again will he hurt children or anyone
but be their guardian to watch over and protect them
............
protecting us from....ourselves
tears rise feeling the truth of those words
for we are both angel and devil
wrapped up all in one
a divine paradox
say some
..........
soon we'll let the cat out of the bag
and when they're out we'll set the sheets afire
now they say if one's in a bag and covers one's head
the consequences could be quite dire
but my cat just loves paper bags
and would stay in them all day
and under the sheets too
so heat is ok but no fires
...........
Secrets that will find us all when the time comes
hoping I can find the words that will rhyme some....
So we're onto the subject of secrets.....
Like who slept with who in 'the loo'?
Or tales of robbery
or insanity
or hopping trains
and hitchhiking across the country?
Is it possible anyone's completely
free from secrecy?
And what about discretion?
When are they secrets, or indiscretions?
How much pain or shame
is tied up in the secrecy game?
And of course, who do you blame?
And what did it gain?
...........
i only want to think of you
ahhh....an old friend
suddenly surfaced again
and adding his words
to the thousands here written
there was a time
not so long ago
we were really smitten
and i felt so much
like a small kitten
wrapped in his arms
and then just as suddenly
out of nowhere
erupted these internal alarms
saying don't let yourself
fall so completely
for even though
you fit together so sweetly
he lives far away
and the last time you played
with one so far left you frayed
or afraid to let your heart open
even when so softly spoken
and photographed too
the photo humming a quiet tune
that last day we played in June
...............
If I call softly...will she hear?
It was a year ago she died
the one I called my spiritual mum
who connected with me and everyone
with a love that was truly unconditional
She suffered no fools either
so you knew where you were with her
a wise woman who very nearly died
when she was 19 from a hole in her heart
that was with her from the start
Never meant to live past 50
even though they operated, she still did suffer
and they said she would have no children
but miraculously she lived until 78
and children - she had four
A lifetime friend for she grew up
as my mother's best friend
from when they were children
and last year on my mother's birthday
was the day this wonderful woman's
life did end
Two days before her death
I saw her to say goodbye
She was groggy and stoned
from the morphine and just bones
sunken sockets holding her eyes
She looked like a living skelleton
for the cancer had taken her so quickly
but she was getting up at that moment
with much help from her family
there to support and love her those final days
And as she heard my goodbye
she clearly looked me right in the eye
all glassiness had disappeared
and you could tell she had nothing to fear
she spoke softly so I bent down very near
The message was clear and I really felt was meant for all to hear
it was the last time she spoke or even awoke
and she said with a smile
I'd be fine and that I just had to believe it
and in that moment that her words were spoken
I could feel all in the room breath as if just awoken
I smiled at her and tears welled up in my eyes
for it was this same woman so many years before
who told me whenever I was afraid
or felt overwhelmed or losing connection with the divine
to imagine her sitting on my shoulder
telling me not to worry and that I'd be fine.
adding now....ahhh, so I did write a second poem about her....
thought I had, but couldn't remember where.....
so feeling gratitude that i found it again here.....
so, my dear, if you can still hear me,
sending you love from this realm
and when I get where you are, please be at my healm.....
for you have always been near me
(as I have always been near you too)
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| more meanderings from my heart......
Posted: 11/20/2008 7:05:12 PM | loving sherri - thank you for your post and words of support.
i was so busy copying and pasting that somehow your post got lost!
and for some reason, i can't figure out why, but this first page
seems to have become a bottomless pit now full of my writings
that's been zapped and tapped since finding the many poetry threads
full of inspiration and motivation to keep writing
and reading what everyone else here says.
i really do feel the poetry forum is such a blessing,
full of love, life, teachings and lessons....
and daily my gratitude flows to all the poets, each and every one of'em!! | |
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| more food for thought....or not......the Tanka way
Posted: 11/20/2008 9:57:52 PM | Another thread that caught my heart and mind since its inception on the 6th of the 9th....like haiku but with a bit more time to play within the lines of
'Tanka the original spark'.....thank you Draig-aine for creating this beautiful peace garden!
evening approaches
trees bending in the light breeze
heavy with raindrops
some leaves falling to the ground
organic green confetti
.............
giggling...can't stop
giggling....nope, it won't stop....
typing is harder :)
what a wonderful little
gem of past honesty!! thanks!
.............
asking us to change
to remember who we are
and honor what's here
to remember each other
peacefully loving
............
the rain has eased now
wind is still going so strong
the fresh air feels crystal clear
strong breeze has really blown through
clearing out old, bringing new
..........
beautiful sunday
today was like no other
gathered together
with healing community
and did 'earth constellation'
............
earth constellation
healing ancestral level
of mother earth's pain
and the separation of
generations of people
...........
september morning
cool clear air gently blowing
bright sunlight shining
green leaves droppping one or two
trees releasing just a few
.............
been such a blessed week
now emotions revealing
a quiet stillness
and melancholy feeling
fills me with humility
...........
started out sunny
by mid-day clouds had appeared
toned down the bright light
and a wind came from nowhere
what is stirring in the air?
..........
changing friendships
perhaps due to energy
moving and shifting
contracting and expanding
pulled in different directions
............
this night of all nights
is full of humility
and strong memory
a surreal reality
that was not surreal at all
..............
awake from slumber
have cup of tea while reading
sleepy poetry
with curiosity see
what gifts arrived in the night
..............
day at work seemed like
any other except the
newspaper headlines....
working with alzheimers meant
they had no recollection
............
home from work early
a gremlin caused commotion
creating total
chaos and strong emotion
violent energy escape
..........
sometimes energy
plays tricks on me and then I
get so mystified
but usually it feels
ever so loving and free
............
within your strong arms
I can feel your energy
deeply comforting
lovingly convincing me
there is safety here with you
............
walking web with care
do not want to disturb the
others living here
goal to live in harmony
web is home for all to share
..........
wet, grey cool, damp day
the storm has passed but, alas,
here in many parts
there are broken hearts and all
that remains now is sorrow
...........
soon the equinox
energy gathering and
turning in as cool weather
brings moments of reflection
serenity awakened
.............
illumination
each day brings decreasing light
short days, longer nights
moonlight very bright, starlight
sparkling light magic in flight
...............
the night was so clear
crystal bright light from the moon
filling the sky and
reflecting on the water
we sat and surveyed the view
.............
the sun is shining
still time to soak up its warmth
before winter comes
wishing the summer would last
cooler days are coming fast
............
warriors of peace
seems wrong to be fighting here
in the name of peace
fighting only creates more.....
now it's time to stop....be peace
............
ancient form....essence
shared....beauty in consciousness
mourning for our loss
morning has broken....may it
bless us knowing less is more | |
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