| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/19/2007 3:07:35 PM | This First Line, Last Line Thread was originally posted by Rebellious Amish
Posted: 1/17/2006 7 38 PM who has since deleted her Account:
I am new here, so I'm not sure if this has been done already. I thought it might be fun! This is based on an improvisational theatre game.
First line of the next poem, must begin with the last line of the previous poem. I am revisiting writing so I don't have a lot of material, but I will begin with a poem that appealed to some from another thread... Yes, the Rebel is Eternal's quirky twin:)
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This was the last Post on that Thread:
I'm smiling here
staring at you
seeing more again
more than I knew
feeling so small
can only now love you
can't reach through years
with love for all those yous
so much time gone before
lifetimes strangely flowing
all the things we did
learning and growing
into what we are now
finding each other
healing all those scars
I'm smiling at you
and you're wondering why
ducking your head
and going all shy
but can't help but smile
when I look at you
you're like a miracle
and you don't have a clue |
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Posted: 8/19/2007 3:26:59 PM | and you don't have a clue
but for all the clues we didn't use
you held me and I held you
I look away now as you peruse
the mail, I exit, but the smile remains
This was my turn to smile on you
But as I check to see what the voice mail contains
I feel the glance of your smile reaching through. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/19/2007 3:56:34 PM | I feel the glance of your smile reaching through
the reserve you show to a stranger
are you feeling the same type of pull that I do
and that there is really no danger
it's so seldom I find a kindred soul
who can coax any warmth from this lump of coal
chance it and blind me with the light of your smile
invest in this moment and hush your denial | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/19/2007 4:11:39 PM | Invest in this moment and hush your denial
Shed no false tears of guile in vain crocodile
As beasts of old in pairs depart this fetid mournful place
Go forth and beget that begotten by some shred of saving grace
As with kindred souls entwined amidst the tangled ties that bind
Look no further nor shall you fret for what you forget to leave behind
Take heart in that you carry tarry not long in this valley
Lest you lose your way waylaid in some dark decrepit alley
Until there comes a day when day's burden becomes too great
As you lay it down to rest a bit and the hour is getting late
Invest in this mere moment hush the screams of your denial
And you might just find you've found yourself at peace for quite a while | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/19/2007 4:57:31 PM | And you might just find
you've found yourself
at peace for quite a while
While holding beat
for dancing feet
with Ivory coast style
hip the hop
and do not stop
the flutes they join now too
put brain on hold
as a wise one told
and let the drum play you
the fire light
just adds delight
as poetic voices spoke
of quests and tales
and old e-mails
and of the missing folk
who would be there
not unaware
just distance, time and means
we spoke their poem
and were not alone
for there spirits were there it seems. | |
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Posted: 8/19/2007 5:55:14 PM | we spoke their poem
and were not alone
for their spirits were there
they arrived.
best seen of course via satellite
the aura of tender loving care
also recognized
in the dark sky; as star flare
from dry grass underfoot,
as cricket song on air,
from branches above camp
as the crows who call and blare,
in tendrils of camp fire smoke
they appeared
and we were gladly aware | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 12:12:00 AM | We were gladly aware
of writers circling the world,
meeting together to share
the gift of words unfurled,
shared in spirit by many
through Ravin's generous grace,
her campfire tendrils carrying
warmth across time and space. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/20/2007 2:25:12 AM | warmth across time and space
long before I saw your face
I wrote to you and you wrote to me
not knowing what would be
sharing bravely, pressing "send"
we came to call each other friend
sharing thoughts and resonating
inevitably we began relating
with waves of golden energy
fuzzier grew the boundary
meeting became responsibility
to end the uncertainty
that first week now long ago
coming to find you in the snow
a magical week together shared
both so very glad we dared
life changed, or perspective
heart issuing a firm directive
separation quite terrible
the second time unbearable
and in the chill air of spring
you packed up everything
arrived here tired and grey
arrived here to stay
now months have passed
and far too fast
its still all uncertainty
but I feel I'm more than me
and I'm grateful beyond anything
loving you is everything | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 7:24:01 AM | Loving you is everything
And nothing more than this
For I can tell you anything
And conclude it with a kiss
When comes the day
You're wont to wander
And journey so far away
You needn't ponder
You need't worry
You needn't furl your brow
Take your time no need to hurry
I'll be here then as now | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/20/2007 7:50:45 AM | I'll be here then as now
willing life to change
Following the dream
the flow of water as it glides out to sea
listening to a little voice deep inside
do not hide in the background
you need not be on center stage
to find your light
it rests inside
sometimes needing a nudge to speak. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 12:04:44 PM | Sometime needing a nudge to speak
Despite so many things left unsaid
Spoken through eyes forever watching
With a reflective gaze refracted by the sea
Stoically silent sits this solitary sentinel
Harboring no doubt of what shall be
Yet welcomng all to safely weather the storm
Within its vigil despite the raging winds beyond
As Turmoil rips the placid pane of glass anew
In a haze some dash against the rocks of misfortune
A sharp pericing bellow beckons to signal the way
Light peircing the foulest of nights unceasingly
Guiding the lost back from the edge of the abyss
To the comfort and sanctity of a warm berth
Nothing more than a simple place to call home | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 12:23:34 PM | a simple place to call home
a warm fireside and tea
to take off the chill
your own sanctuary
no turrets or moat
no grand entrance hall
a snug little kitchen
and a comfortable chair
friends may come to call
or perhaps no-one at all
you'll curl up with a book
and just be by yourself
alone but not lonely
secure in your nook
your own oasis of calm | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 3:15:58 PM | your own oasis of calm
you pull from the mists of the wild
in ways you have known from the depths
of your life as the fairyring child.
You wrap the mists of the tree folk
silken and softly hued green
and moss covered mantle cast over
till your continence can be seen
by only those who are born noble
by integrity of spirit and might
and all who are unworthy partakers
pass you right by in the night.
Those who would lessen your happiness
or cause you discord with their ways
cannot see the beauty of vision
that you live alive all your days.
But those with integrity' s motto
who live life as full as a dream
can meet you in reveries valley
while to others you remain unseen.
A precious soul needs protecting
from the nay sayers and those of their ilk
so wrap yourself up in illusion
as softly as butterflies silk. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 10:58:25 AM | as softly as butterflies silk
the words fall from her lips
tenderness of mother's milk
compassionately, gently slips
that most unwelcome news
that strikes you to the heart
with grief and pain suffuse
beware the gentle start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/21/2007 12:28:35 PM | Beware the gentle start
Lest you be caught of guard
Succumbing to tender word
Charming though they may be
Albeit not so smart
To follow as fancy leads
Pulling ever so deftly
At the strings of your longing heart
Prancing and dancing
In lacivious delight
Whirling and swirling
You waste away the night
Tempos and tempers rise
Passions kindle engulfed
In flames as you surmise
Till nothing else matters
And you find yourself scattered
Amidst the far flung winds
No more than a speck
To be caught in the eye
Of one long since forgotten
And the cause for a tear
To be remembered by | |
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Posted: 8/22/2007 5:39:17 AM | The cause for a tear to be remembered by
But why
Wouldn't you rather what longs the other
Befitting a river to it's canal
Spining a twirl as a chaos dementer
Glamorous "banale"
Time is of the issue
And I've taken what I could so please do send me a tissue | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/22/2007 5:57:44 AM | I've taken what I could
so please do send me a tissue
to wipe my crocodile tears
over the deforesting issue
it's just a bit of wood
I've taken what I could
heard enough sermons now
telling me the harm I do
driving car and eating cow
it's just a bit of gas
I've taken what I could
consuming more and more
really done my bit here
for results you can't ignore
it was just a blue-green planet | |
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Posted: 8/22/2007 7:29:09 AM | It was just a blue-green planet
with billions attempting to man it,
jostling each other to take control
dropping reason into some black hole,
but beware of the outcomes - because
the operative phrase might be - it was. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/22/2007 1:54:01 PM | the operative phrase might be - it was
it was nice here years ago
before they built the estate
now a sea of bungalow
it was safe, children played
sad to see those orchards go
replaced with rows of boxes
the destructive reality - I see
is that of confined space
competition for peace
clamour for silence
is that strain on every face
fighting to be human here
in grey boxes dank and drear
the superlative dream - my hope
is in the eyes of every child
and every adult in moments
when you see past the storm
is in the greenery of the wild
breaking the tarmac in a crack
pushing through to blossom yet | |
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Posted: 8/22/2007 3:57:51 PM | Pushing through to blossom yet
A no longer dormant seed
Sown so long ago
Cracks through the crumbling mortar
Heaves aside the broken concrete
In complete and utter defiance
Of the urban sprawl that surrounds it
Like a lone voice screaming
Challenging the filth and blight
That would choke out its hope
That would stomp out its desire
That would put to an end
Any chance it has for a better life
For a better way to live
But no not today
Not this time
Today it shall grow stronger
Reaching out with its tendrils
Stretching towards the Sun
Despite being a shackled prisoner
Within a ribbon of concrete
Today is different
Today it is free if but for the day
Today it will make its existence known
Proudly declaring its place in the Sun | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 12:51:54 AM | proudly declaring its place in the sun
filled meadow, the timeless Oak, towers above
stooping devotees, fingers bleed as they uproot thorny stalks
with a murmur - almost a chant - they sweat and pull
Nootka Rose from under lowest branch.
along with fledgling Douglas Fir
0nly then will fingers dip deeply into shallow moss
to clasp the cool white bulb
only then may the marine blue Camas be counted
and eaten. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 1:40:56 AM | only then may the marine blue Camas be counted
and eaten.
only after the bulrush bulbs
are beaten
and ground to flour,
will we pick the sour
clover they call sorrel
and add in the jump ups floral
arrangements and trout lily petal
with cress and daisy leaf and nettles
Only then do we have the beginnings of a feast
and at the very least
we will have rose hip
and haw slip
and tea
of blackberry.
and blueberries that glisten
ripe juices down our chin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 5:05:36 AM | ripe juices down our chin
what juices should they be?
those bodily juices God provides
or those of purity
given the choice
I know my pick
my love likes to
make me sick
and so I would prefer
a weekend of wonder
with pouring rain
and great bouts of lightening
mixed with thunder
yeh sick of the sun
sick of the heat
I need space to move forward
I need retreat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 5:32:21 AM | I need retreat
It’s only a wise woman
who understands eons
the princess says pillow
the queen understands
when he says I am
Your blanket | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 6:02:10 AM | Your blanket
itches against my skin
your sweet smile
draws me in to sin
I'm powerless in your prescence
defenceless to your whims
but my restless spirit
is awakening
slowly... | |
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