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You know who you are, Those who see things more deeply than the rest, who find themselves alone, even when surrounded by friends....whose gaze often time is turned in..
It's not such a bad thing....Finding meaning where many do not, beauty within those things True....
This is a thread just for us......Your thoughts and feelings to this.....Most importantly, your words, You know the ones, when you cannot hold them within anymore, and while you write them, emotions flood through you as waves, and when they are out, a feeling of Serenity passes through you............
Please people....enough of the four line alternating rhyme pattern poems, there getting old, do not post them here!
Serenity.
.............I have known this,felt this upon me,warm,as a lover's breath,a touch soft and wanting,needing then,I have stood upon It's mountain,felt It's cool wind upon my brow,I have reached for it,as I have reached to no other,It's arms are fleeting,moving slowly from me,although I move unto It,It cannot hear me,does not know I am there,I can close my eyes,breath softly,regain this,touch once more upon this,know this Truly........
.............A Meadow,soft and lush as such as I have never known,so welcome here,smell the fragrence of the flowers,wild,untamed,free then,fill me with this,I can feel you all,your colors True upon my eyes,brilliant,I can touch you all,hold you in my hands,time is not,time is fleeting,unreal unto me,unknown in this moment True......
.............A pond,alive,soothing in the sun,cold but refreshing,meant,dark,but full of life,a mist,calm and lazy,hangs near in watch,hiding,I cannot breath,but for the beauty,rise from those comforting arms.....
.............A Path,lost then in the mist,receading,beckons me on,to follow,come it whispers,know of me,this place grows old,follow then,ever so slowly,know of It's mystery,Serenity it calls,come forth now,bend and feel my Earth,smell and you will see me,with eyes closed now,hold this,hold this moment within,that you will always find me........
I follow Her,eyes closed,I know the way without knowing,find the way without finding,I am eyes now,floating within the welcome home of Our Mother,trees move aside that She will show me of Truth,the blue sky above,such warmth,hold,moonlight cannot bathe,it's silver shower fleeting,She whispers to me,I whisper back,Welcome She speaks with no voice,Thank you I speak with my own......
A Mountain,tells me of Age,tells me of Eyes,unmoving,uncaring I believe,so wrong,sorrow I hear,Lonely that place so far,cold there,I am small,I am one,The Mountain knows,wisdom,thank you I say unto this moment,the mountain sleeps,the mountain knows of us all.........
The wind,it touches so softly,I am of it,I know this,I am Within,soaring,I did not know of you,your softness,your touch so cool upon me,again,I am held,close now,my eyes close,I do not need them here,I am thought,I am all things yet none,I am drifting,falling,caught,I rise,no thought now,no place,but Here.......
..............................I smile
.......................................I am Serenity
.........................................................I am Home. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2006 10:07:46 PM | Never.........
.........................Darkness,
...........Gone from me...
...............................Step away...
...............................................Slowly,
................Remember,
...............................Always
..........Cold..
.......................That silver shower..
...................................................Cannot Bathe...
................Remember...
......................................Sunshine...
......................................................Warmth...
....................Embrace this.........
...............................................Hold.........
....................Never Forget.............
.....................The path.............
................................Taken here.............
.................................................Never,
..........................................................forget............. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 12:04:07 AM | Old souls have bled
Faced the darkness
Washed in tears of misery
Yet
To our amazement
it's very clear they can see
Shall they speak in parable
Shall they speak in ryhme
Its the words that are important
not how they are aligned
Remember if you will
the greatest bards of all
Their rhyming echoes centuries
from murmurs in a hall
Cast out not the rhyming
Cast out false beliefs
Listen to their minds at work
They bring such sweet release
For they know the magic well
the price they paid was high
To see beauty in the terrible
is not an easy way of life
Some feel my soul is ancient
but alas
I'm sure that I
have many many lifes to lead
before I'm called on high
Come play this game
This game of life
Learn
Then understand
Old Souls have obligations
All part of a plan
Listen to the words
writen in dragons flight
Hear music in the silence
then you'll reach your desires
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Sorry if it rhymed
Couldn't help myself
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Posted: 6/3/2006 7:31:05 AM | A Dragon said it well and true
spoken from his clearly obvious
ancient soul to you
Cast out not the rhyming
Cast out false beliefs
Listen to their minds at work
They bring such sweet release
For they know the magic well
the price they paid was high
To see beauty in the terrible
is not an easy way of life
It was simply uncanny to see this thread started at the
exact time it was last night. I had been reflecting on
this very subject for hours!
THERE SIMPLY ARE NO COINCIDENCES
"when you are ready a teacher will come"
And so it is for me, I have been blessed
recently with a new teacher
an 'ancient soul' born from my own pool of energy
So for now I will just 'riff' *smile
I had many pages written and when I came to type
I contemplated starting a thread for introverts
which would have included most of the description you, the op, write
We are such different creatures from our extroverted family
I thought we needed a special place just for us
So the provocative question is simply this:
Are introverts, and those with the 'artistic soul' simply
ancient souls in disguise? That remains unclear to me
and I will continue to reflect on this independently
I was thinking in my reveries
why so many of those with
what I have long called
the artists soul
are drawn to thunder storms.
Ligtning has always fascinated
me and I find it simply magical
I like to think the lightning I see
represents the end of a search
for some ancient soul who suddenly found
one of their lost family
born of their own special pool of energy
There are many with the 'artist soul'
who have never written poetry, painted,
played an instrument, sang,
drawn a picture, turned wood
into some beautiful object, or the
countless other artistic endeavors which
require that 'different way of seeing'
and who often seem to tap
into an energy that confuses many
others.
Da Vinci comes to mind
as the most obvious artistic
old soul with his futuristic sketches
and thoughts, and I believe he was one of the
most ancient souls.
I also believe our wonderful pixie,
Einstein was surely among this group.
I have met a few 'old souls' whose only "art"
was computer programming, yet
they still have all
the characteristics of
that special internal 'seeing'.
Despite some opinions, a huge
portion of us computer 'geeks'
are not always simply left brained
and analytical. I have found a
disproportionate number among
this lot who are 'independent thinkers'
who also 'feel deeply'. I see this in
mathematics and physics too.
Many 'old souls' among these groups so
it is not just those who write poetry.
Yesterday, in my contemplations
I remembered me
a child, seeking my solitude,
growing bored with the childhood
games and CRAVING
that quiet corner to
reflect in and rebuild my
energies, I recalled how
I would crave these private
moments more passionately after
dark and especially duing those
magical thunderstorms.
So many of my introverted family**
have told me the exact same thing
They stare at the sky questioning
Are we simply longing for our genderless
family from another place and time?
Now some will say all this talk
of ancient souls is simply crazy
And that just makes me smile now,
because earlier yesterday during
my meditations I was given
a moment of truth that
I now 'own'
Thank you my new teacher, who is one of my family**
I am glad you have found your way home
You are a special light in my circle
Now we can combine our energy to find the missing others
we keep dreaming about *smile
** as the Reluctant Messiah said "rarely are the members of
one's true family born under the same roof, and you will
keep meeting each other again and again, after years or lifetimes".( paraphrased )
My life experiences have shown this is an unshakeable truth. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 8:12:04 AM | All is well longte, and welcome.........
Drea922.....
There are few times in my life that coincedences have not brought a greater meaning, Fate perhaps?, that spidery web set before us all?, choices will bring us to our path, you know the one, when Truth will be found..........What we do from that point will define us....
I remember those storms....... | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 10:36:02 AM | ....We are all given to this, that sadness that will creep onto our lives, that moment when our Old Souls are discovered......When we realize that perhaps we are different....It is not an awakening, it is not even a discovery....It is a point Meant....It will Find us...but Truly....Not untill we are ready to Accept that perhaps there is more to this life than what we have believed....Never tone this out, for it is then....That we will become lost....and the Old Soul within us will cry.............
.......I am the cold wind blowing,I am the life not Meant,I am the last leaf clinging to the tree, please do not let me fall,I am the rain,sought from,left,to the warmth,covered from,I am the moment,cold,the whisper,unheard then,why can't you hear me?,I am Within,I am the down-faced smile,I am knowing,when darkness comes,hold then,such sorrow,pain felt,realization of Truth,I am the tear moving,slowly,ever,falling,I am the sunshine faded, needed then,so far from me,that place,I am the chain cast,from those hands,broken then,I am the child scarred upon,I am the needed,helplees,pain,I cannot see,tomorrow,from here,not shelter,release,no more,gone from this,standing distant,thought then,eyes,felt so True,see me from This,that home ever wanting,so,place,I am not the whisper now,I am the voice,I am the Rain,covering,I have felt you,I have bathed Within,I have turned my soul to you,found,place,I am the cry unheard,I stand upon the Mountain, head down,slow tear then, felt so real,this moment,I am leaving,gone from This,you cannot find me,here,I speak unto the wind,know me,Welcome it speaks,
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Posted: 6/3/2006 10:52:36 AM | Interesting thread! Fine reads too, drea, longte, and truthisee!
A moments muse perhaps...feeling rhymeful...:)
I'm thinking of ten thousand life times...or so...
And what numbers have I?
Does it really matter?
I'm wondering......why....
Just live and keep on keepin on I'm thinking
And try
In a single moment
To enjoy the "I"
Resigning to not knowing
The Whys
"We" can connect, if nothing to fear
And that's a joyful reason for here!
Despite the horrors our souls will endure
The balance to living is part of it, I'm sure!
And after ten thousand, do I start again?
Or get absorbed by the cosmic lend
An energy so bazaar and so profound
Leaves me laughing here on the ground
When I think how amazing and abserd it all is
I tend to lighten from all that it gives
I think of a cosmic float in a dream
Made from thoughts manifesting
Where nothing makes sense
And yet it all does
Build in a cosmos
Just because
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k, that was fun!!!!
Gotta do dishes now..lol..:) | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 11:03:09 AM | Beautiful imagery everyone:)I love your thread
Is it spoken in placid whispers beyond the lives weve led
The pendulum swings,the moon takes her place
As the sunsets secret scatters dying embers upon the landscape
My soul is adrift like a kite in the spring
Grabbing hold of the mystery of all that I dream
Music once melded our vagabond souls
With the magic of Mozart and the canvas of forever
Heaven mustve recognized it long before I knew
The pleasure of entwining my heart into you
All around me in a hush just beyond the wall
Beckoning foosteps of your memory lead me down a path
Not measured in moments or the time that is past
Some things transcend beyond the curtain wall
Like a rosepetal slumber in a childhood tale
Our love still lives on somewhere just beyond the veil
No separation exists just because its unseen
As mornings apsires ,light casts heavenly beams
Ok,so I rhymed a little LOL ,but its tough to put those kinds of restrictions on my feelings when they flow:)Great thread.I hope its ok I posted my lil spontaneous write here.I really enjoy your verses,Kat
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Posted: 6/3/2006 11:10:56 AM | Rhyming is fine, it is the four line, generic brand of poetry that is cliche to me.....Think outside the box, for it is there, that you will find True poetry,as poetry is emotion unleashed.. Do not confine yourself to what you believe it Should be, but rather,what it Truly is, or means, to your True Self..............
Great Writes people.......
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Posted: 6/3/2006 11:47:21 AM | This is a first attempt at this for me...but, upon reading the fine examples of inspiration...
I will give it a shot and attempt to grow a little more...
My lover believes we live many lifetimes. We come back to improve upon our faults and failures. She says that she has many lifetimes left. If perfection, in the humanitarian sense,
is the acme of our last and final reincarnation, I'm sure to be around until the end of the world.
I was her slave when she was Helen of Troy. Launched her 1,000 ships.
I was her patient when she was Florence Nightingale. She healed me with her lips.
When she was the muse for Juliet: Poison never tasted so sweet.
I have slayed dragons for her. I have suffered in the stocks as she was branded with the scarlet letter. I have died from a broken heart, when it was first her turn to depart.
This current lesson, punishment, didactic torture....is at least halfway taught. Bittersweet.
Many mistakes and sorrows. Many pinnacles of ectasy, now causing rhapsody. 40 lifetimes, and I've learned naught.
Or maybe, I beat the cosmic system....because, I know, again I shall return. Just to gaze into her eyes again....take my place beneath her heel...to enjoy the crushing agony of
her madness...again and again...until the earth becomes nothing more than dust in our little
universe...which, of course, revolves solely around her.
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Posted: 6/3/2006 11:55:09 AM | Brawnydog, that was simply PRICELESS.
I sure hope I get it right soon..I am tired of coming back!!! but looks like I will be around a few thousand more lifetimes too LOL.
Kat i was touched by your poem. Many things in it I could relate to.
OP I can see
breaking chat rules soon to be
your posts arouse so much discussion
I am trying to be good you see
not get this thread canned with my naughty me | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 12:33:27 PM | | sometimes i feel that i have lived many lifetimes. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 6:41:55 PM | ...................................A Warrior's Song
.........................I will slam my fist unto the earth,
.........................That mine enemies should tremble,
.........................I will stand as True and straight,
.........................Before God,
.........................And all others,
.........................I will give mine life,
.........................That you would see strength beyond measure,
.........................I will give unto you,
.........................A Rage never seen
.........................I will feast of your heart,
.........................That your Breathren should falter,
.........................I will swing this Axe True,
.........................That you will taste your own blood,
.........................I will bring unto you,
.........................A Death that Is Fitting,
.........................I will bring you from There,
.........................That Throne,
..........................................Etched in blood,
.........................I will hang from My castle,
.........................Your fit,
....................................And your old...
.........................I will follow you there,
.........................Where the Earth,
...............................................Meets the Water,
.........................I will bring you from Darkness,
.........................That I kill you again.............
.........................I will not suffer Weakness,
.........................My Honor,
......................................My Pride..........
......................................I will sit at the table..........
.........................................With the Rest,
...........................................................That have Died.............
Just wrote that......figured I put it here for those Warriors out there........... | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 6:49:44 PM | | Oh. how i wish that i could come back..as a flower...~ Stevie Wonder...from The Secret Life of Plants album.... | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 7:08:34 PM | | This Tread is not for simplistic views on Re-encarnation, it is for those Old Souls out there | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 9:49:37 AM | ........................................Death Does Ease This Pain
Small droplets of blood
Dot your forehead fair
Tears,
Mingled anger
Your streaked blonde hair
You've brought this to the living
That,
.........Death,
You dreamed so much...
For moonlight cannot whisper,
Upon the secrets,
........................You have touched...
Now you stand under the cover,
Of the night,
...................See by the moon,
Yet again,
That need arises,
It's that one,
....................Forcasting doom..
Which life do I accept?,
For these hands,
.......................Need know to kill,
It seems my life has fallen,
Into my own,
...................Symbolic Hell....
So do you fear walks in the darkness?
Do you pray,
.................Death calls for you....
Then my friend..
Here's some advise,
For no matter what,
.......................You do.....
For soon I will be coming....
Plunging deep,
This crimson blade,
And soon you will,
Be crying,
As this life,
..................Does slowly fade,
How could I be like this?
How is it that I could,
For within A life that's hated,
Wronged,
Missunderstood.....
So as Death does now,
................................Enfold you,
Within Her dark,
......................And flowing gown,
Then peace,
................Perhaps, my friend,
............................................Unto this Darkened Soul,
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Posted: 6/4/2006 10:03:52 AM | Awesome writes everyone!wow:)
Crying out to the restless night in Nightengale song
Searching for an olive branch to rest my fears upon
Long before the universe expanded far and wide
As children of the stars our souls would soon abide
Filling up the world and each taking our place
Our journeys all illuminated by the moons sweet lunar face
As dreams wash us all in elegance,love and diversity
The songs we sing are all unique with a certain thread of unity
The way we weave our words in verse ,speak tales of love and woe
Giving music to the seasons of life ,as the days they ebb and flow
Crying out to the velvet sky with silver wounds from long ago
The nightengale fills the world in sweetest song of all she knows | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 11:30:52 AM | Wandering this oasis, softly, deftly knowing and not. Seeing is believing yet why must it be I? Cast thine eyes astray . It still won't go away. Savage beat the burning heart while trumpets blare insesently and we wonder yet again.....why. You seek, you ask, you learn the truth be known. There is great evil in this world my child..........great evil. Guard. Not judge. Follow the yellow brick road. (had to add that sorry :P)
I see a child at play. I see and wish I may, be ignorant to all around me but it just won't go away. You see and know what I say. You see. You know. It won't go away. I falter in my knowledge of man and his vile. I like this day. Laughter is my guardian it takes the sting away. I relate to lonliness while great friends abound it strikes a chord upon reading, typing this aloud. How many times must I walk this way? Faith restored last evening, a simple gesture but one rare in lives today. I met an old friend this last eve. She and I have met before. This must be why a bond is felt though I never knew why fore. We spoke of just this and I read these things today.
Can you say.........things that make you go heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy:P | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 12:24:49 PM | I see a child at play. I see and wish I may, be ignorant to all around me but it just won't go away. You see and know what I say. You see. You know. It won't go away. I falter in my knowledge of man and his vile.
If you only knew
the many times I have said that
the many times I have heard that
From my introverted family
in some form of expression not meant to be weighty
Often heard by many is " I wish I had an IQ of 80"
to be in that sweet, beautiful place they have found
where seeing so much makes the rest of us feel down
Maybe inside those sweet, innocent others they have found the true secret
maybe they are the true old souls
and are simply waiting to return now to our home of old
"the nameless", the beginning
I SWEAR this is beginning to feel like the 'quickening'
Are we about to implode or something?
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Posted: 6/4/2006 12:34:25 PM | Years ago when we started with BBS
before internet was the thing that blessed
I had the thought that this would be
the beginning path to reuniting the 'family'
there was a feeling that we somehow had to be joined again
that universal unconsciousness thing I strongly believe in | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 2:54:49 PM | The clear crystal of red red wine
With a glimmer that entrances me to another world
A world lost in yesterdays regrets
where her voice caressed my heart
And breath enriched my soul
Where her eyes spoke with calescent passion
Inviting me into her solace domain
Somewhere in yesterday I neglected my way
And lost the key that unlocks her soul
O red red wine that ripples softly
Mingled with the salt of my tear
Help me to escape the memories ago
Fill my veins with your intoxins
And numb my memory with your kiss.
By theway this is off the cuff and no i am not an alcoholic...Just trying to see their world | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 7:00:39 PM | my soul is so old that it's color is black
the very depth of my inner self bruised gray
laugh at yourself when you ask that question
and then look at all of the talent that you have just tripped over
Oblivious to snow blindness by a little white lie
And wonder why you sing the blues
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Posted: 6/4/2006 9:33:42 PM |
This Tread is not for simplistic views on Re-encarnation, it is for those Old Souls out there
brawny has an ocean of soul and heart displayed in his verses, as contrasted to your "big words", all of them grandiose and precious. It's utter hypocrisy and arrogance to categorize his character based on one verse which doesn't meet your high-falutin' standards.
Your verse is formless, and I almost hyperventilated when attempting to read it. Its overabundance of abstract nouns paints no pictures, contains no fragrance, evokes no sound, leaves no imprimatur except evaporating and forgetful mist.
I'll take unpretentious concrete images and soulful meaning any day, over "look at me'" sensitivity and overwrought self-importance.
Four-line alternating rhymed stanzas, in and of themselves, have no bearing on what is or is not poetry. It's simply a poetic form, like any other, used to align mood and tone, when appropriate to that particular form. One thing I will say about any closed form, though. At least thought and care, however passing, go into the making of verse in that context, unlike a diarrhea of formless words which tout their own arrival with a boast of "spontaneity" or "freedom".
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QUAINT QUATRAIN
Souls are fused, limpid stallions,
Soldered silver and fleeting though
A sunspot flares medallions
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Posted: 6/4/2006 10:07:45 PM | This Tread is not for simplistic views on Re-encarnation, it is for those Old Souls out there
@ Rory---You Honor.....I'd like to 2nd that motion... For OP....Yours is the simplistic view set to limit the bounds of what poetry truly is......It is an expression of the truth you hold within yourself, and not the rules by which anyone creates to "cut short" it's true meaning.....No matter what form it takes!!!
Life is that which have found
No limit...
Nor fear...
Will ever keep me down....
See only truth beyond within
From self....
From world....
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