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Joined: 3/18/2008
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oh such wonderful poetry
your words so honest
tears rise in my eyes
to me, dear rosie,
you are grace
watching you bloom
and grow and shed your
petals as the seasons change
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 262
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Posted: 2/15/2009 8:24:51 AM
Oh Rosie! Post #267 just made me cry! Beautiful, sweetie!
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 263
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Posted: 2/15/2009 8:24:53 AM
lovely, rosie. thank you.

i love path.
i've walked the path for years.
because of choices i've made,
turning right and left ..... well, mostly left .....
making choices that served me and others well
making mistakes that taught me well
walking, on this path, today,
at this curve, at the tumbling stream to cross,
i've never been happier. i love tomorrow,
i love this breath, i'm thankful for yesterday .....
and all of my yesterdays.
the lao tzu and chuang tzu
and the zen poets have taught me that
to live this breath beautifully, to reflect
the beauty of life, to be the beauty of life
is to be holy. and now, more than i've ever known
i know that holiness is love.
i am in love. she is in love. we are holy.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 267
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Posted: 2/17/2009 12:39:53 AM
in the moment

releasing hold
flying high cloud
rooted deep earth
stretch all directions
gathering in one's birth
drink to quench the thirst
hoping never to thirst again
would be hell, not heaven
grow through emotion
release attachment
seeing perfection
in the moment
feeling love
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 269
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Posted: 2/17/2009 3:35:09 PM
the cantata of possibility

three young women scream joyfully at one another
when they enter the cafe through different doors.
they drag small cafe tables together
while excitedly singing welcoming songs
over the basso rasp of metal on plastic floors.
and they slide into gathered chairs, everyone talking,
their voices tangling together
like a grade school choir singing bach.
3 laptops flop open, the possibility of the quiet to come,
and 3 large cups with steaming, tausseled hair
of whipped cream sagging, like many of us, with age.
with tempo rising and falling there is the cream
of laughter falling from their lips.

i glance at them over the newspaper in my hands.
their voices reaching the deep shadows of the hall
connect to the youth inside me, inside each of us,
if only we'd remember as push with determination
through our lives.

i know one of them, chelsea, who worked here,
gifted me with chinese tea and pots of hot water.
she's christian and is certain that jesus live in her heart.
jesus and i are skeptical about one another's existence
so i've never questioned chelsea, i'm content
with the surfaces of life, her full, innocent breasts
peeking openly at me from the apse
of her electric blue, stained glass blouse.

looking over the sag of my seattle times
her friends are flowers in vases on the altar of spring,
they aren't strangers to me although i don't know their names
i know only their youth and mine and sweet chords of possibility.
one, wrapped in drab brown cloth like a simple hymnal song,
touches her face, like i would, with ungloved hands.
the other woman, facing me dressed in a short skirt,
with her legs crossed looking at me. i put my paper down.

i am aroused by the youth in me that they urge without intent.
i am the golden yellow sunlight splashed on walls and floors.
we don't age, any of us, unless we close the door
when we enter the room. we are bach, we are choirs
with voices that soar with this organ or that
into the high arched ceilings of cathedrals of life
with the tones and colors of rainbows, of the earth
of love, and the morning sky. i am free to choose,
or ignore, or close the gawd-damned door.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 271
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Posted: 2/17/2009 7:53:36 PM
tonight, wanting to be bathed
by beauty beyond my mundane life
i listened to jussie bjorling
and robert merrill
singing the male duet
from georges bizet's opera
"the pearl fishers."
when i make love, or write poetry
i want to express love and beauty
like these men. they sing of love,
they sing with love, they are love.

then i listened to franco corelli,
the sexiest and most male of all tenors,
singing the arias in "andrea chenier."
can we be this beautiful again?
you and i can. our culture can't.
let's you and i be beautiful,
let's make love, let our juices flow.
Joined: 7/4/2006
Msg: 272
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Posted: 2/17/2009 10:10:53 PM
wow rosie...................what a beautiful thread you have here..........such amazing paintings.................or maybe word sculptures..................<-;
he rode for miles toward the setting sun
kept looking back to see how long to run
and in the distance the dust does rise
they've chased him to the darkened skies
but still he flees,from an accidental mistake
what an ugly,misunderstood twist of fate
with freedom now he's on the loose
one step ahead of the hangmans noose......................<-;
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 276
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Posted: 2/18/2009 4:02:32 PM
a journey....inspiration from bearwoman's incredible last line....hope it's ok if I alter it and use as a stepping stone - free thought wrote this to see where it would take me
(as I do with most of the writing I do, but this time i took even more of a back seat)....

out of the sacred void we fly
getting distracted so often
my eyes seek beauty
my eyes see beauty
as we fly
too fast
all is a blur
heading for earth
crash landing
darkness all around
seeing sparkle
crystals catching the light
even down here there is light
even at night there is light
even in pain light always shines within
often though i'm wearing a blindfold
choosing the darkness
until it burns
the fire within blazing
too much heat
balancing just above ground
toes still touching
air supporting
earth nourishing
vast sky expanding
'into the sacred void I fly'

Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 283
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Posted: 2/20/2009 6:11:40 PM
god, joro, i love your line "for there is suffering only through resistance." in our culture, maybe in our lives, we resist life.

years ago, in toledo,
walking in a civil rights march
through a polish neighborhood,
the polish families stood
on their porches silently.
the blacks walked, silently.
everyone was afraid.
in darwin's world
the poles were one step up
on the ladder,
men working in factories
for union wages, which was better
than non-union wages, struggling to
feed their families, keep their homes,
and disappear
into senseless television shows.
in those factories, if they had jobs,
blacks were the janitors.
my dad worked in a factory,
with his dad, dutchmen with hair
but little else.
he was a union shop steward,
we had blacks come to our house
in a polish neighborhood,
to sit down with us,
men who helped my dad
build our garage, repair our plumbing,
and give my mom a kiss on the cheek.
our neighbors were furious.
part of their fury was catholic,
part was white european, part
was the simple need to feed families
and keep homes. so, without the wisdom,
the comfort, the love most of us resisted.
resistence, except for an hour or two, is futile.
so we suffer, and we cause suffering.
let's let go. let's accept life, let's love one another,
write poetry, make love, and eat thai food.
to hell with it.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 290
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Posted: 2/21/2009 6:48:43 AM
what you write
is so true:
i ache
not with pain
with pure joy
when we set ourselves free
dimensions of life
and of our lives
that have waited
inside us
are painful
like rolling out of bed
in the morning,
or climbing on the bike
for the first time
in a year or two.
there is a difference, though,
what sleeps in us
is all of life.
what joy! to be freed .....
what joy! to be in the open air
like all of life
except for our minds
and the prisons of our minds.....
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 291
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Posted: 2/21/2009 12:12:29 PM
in the prison of my mind
thoughts wander around endlessly
encaging me behind bars
yet they are made of silver strands
that can be moved at any time....

in the prison of my heart
feelings flow with nowhere to go
stuck inside the depths of me
or flying free into eternity
never coming back to me

in the prison of my body
wanting comes and goes in streams
sometimes crashing like the ocean
pushing other bodies away
or drawing too close many lost ghosts

in the prison of my soul
touching souls of long ago
suffering deeply with nowhere to go
freeing all belief in prisons
freeing and releasing.....

my soul knows it is never really in prison
but filling me from the inside out
letting light into the darkest recesses
of my mind and body and heart
releasing me as I breath deeply.....

for really I am always free
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 292
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Posted: 2/21/2009 2:14:13 PM
lovely poem, we ...... deep, searching, beautiful and, ultimately, certain. thanks....

our mind,
as it is,
by our family,
our schools,
our religion,
our work,
our neighbors,
and so much else,
struggles to be free
or doesn't know
that it's not very free.
our mind is a wave,
often it is frozen in place
as it rolls towards the shore.
our mind is clever
and effective
and frozen
in place,
throwing out it's elbows,
kicking at its confinement,
until it writes a poem
without words, then
we become
the russet & amber glowing sunrise.
we make and accept physical love
like never before,
we ride our cosmic spirit
away from religion
into the heavens
to dance with the moon,
we disappear into
our lover
with a deep feeling
of love, the valley spirit
of the forever woman,
we lose ourselves
for a minute,
an hour, or a day.
carl jung,
at the end of his life,
knew that he could fall asleep
into a dream
and never come out the other side.
the wall of mist
between waking dreams
and sleeping dreams
would have disappeared.
making love dissolves the mist.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 297
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Posted: 2/22/2009 3:56:06 AM
^^simple and beautiful, remembering also the reflection....
thought to bring this here, following the imprisoned thoughts of yesterday....
and also suddenly phish comes to mind....

nothing has died in this life's circus
everything that was ever created
is still somewhere in the universe
might seem buried under a weight that grows heavy
or seemingly hidden behind a veiled prison
yet one day all the locks will open

~ In 6 Lines or Less ~ 2/2/09
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 307
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Posted: 2/23/2009 12:56:32 PM
a good relationship
is like the trees
outside my window
they didn't choose
to be where they are
life chose for them
and they live
as best they can
until a north wind
from canada
takes them down
and they nurse
more life
life gave me love
i welcome love
into my heart
i want to live beautifully,
with my love, as best i can,
until the north wind.
i want my love
to nurse
more love.
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 2/23/2009 3:23:00 PM
a gentle reminder someone cares
could be a passing glance
of understanding
or slight smile on the lips

could be giving up your seat
or place in the queue
knowing it's more important
for them than it is for you
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 309
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Posted: 2/23/2009 4:31:18 PM
surveying the salt
that makes up the earth
and the seasons that pass
and give to them worth
not riches though enough
to last through the fall
then winter arrives
and the bounty looks small
no oil in the boiler
no grease in the pan
no love lost
for the family of man
a boot in the teeth
is worth two on the feet
all covered in mud
and blood and sleet
a warming sun
in which I might bask
to much to hope for
is it too much to ask
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 310
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Posted: 2/23/2009 6:12:23 PM
brave fortune
fondles me
when you
reply with
that smell
of yours

sugar snap
peas are
sweet but
you are
not a veggie

in common
we dance
til dawn
on a

to the
of all
the show
must go
even though
the star
peeled out
in a
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 311
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Posted: 2/23/2009 6:15:38 PM
the sun
shines on us all
the rain falls
without discretion
or intent
i've stood waist deep
in ice water
when i'd been lowered
into the hold
of a crab boat
in february
up to my armpits
in ice water
in tanner crab
and king crab
an angry shout from above
"get me king crab
i don't care about
the goddammed tanners"
but i was alive, like the crab.
they'd be hauled up
to have their shells
torn off screaming
in coarse factory machines.
they taught me
those crab
that i had a choice
they didn't
to crawl up out of
that goddamned icewater hold
so i did. i left kodiak
the next day
flew home
and became a poet.
to hell with 'em.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 315
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Posted: 2/24/2009 5:16:04 AM
sweet your epiphanie shared....
please check way up there somewhere a post i wrote i think you missed...
shudden, gratefully, seemed inspired from some of my thoughts...
i love when we can pass the torch like stepping stones we all walk
and, like you, i also loved his poem and that beautiful line he wrote
"locks hold hidden treasures"
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 319
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Posted: 2/25/2009 4:14:06 AM
^ahh, rose....beautifully opening to the light....
your poem of beauty really touched me and brought up thoughts of the song we grew up with, but i never really heard all the words 'till now....
realizing the song altered and simplified the original poem, here is the original...(hope it's ok to post this here)....

by Dr. Brewster Higley (1876)

'Oh, give me a home where the Buffalo roam
Where the Deer and the Antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy all day.

'A home! A home!
Where the Deer and the Antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not clouded all day.

Oh! give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering streams,
Where glideth along the graceful white swan,
Like the maid in her heavenly dreams.

Oh! give me a gale of the Solomon vale,
Where the life streams with buoyancy flow;
On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.

How often at night, when the heavens were bright,
With the light of the twinkling stars
Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceed that of ours.

I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours,
I love the wild curlew's shrill scream;
The bluffs and white rocks, and antelope flocks
That graze on the mountains so green.

The air is so pure and the breezes so fine,
The zephyrs so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home here to range
Forever in azures so bright.'

Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 320
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Posted: 2/25/2009 12:36:38 PM
on the open prairie,
beneath the radiant azure sky,
the opalescent clouds
are perfectly still.
the ghosts are free to roam,
the ghosts of the great herds,
the thunder of hooves
and of stormclouds arriving
from the north,
and the people of the plains
brushed by the wind
like the wild grasses
the wild dakota,
some sitting on
the backs of wild horses,
some carrying bundles
through the fragrant grasses,
the wild buffalo,
the mirage of safety
are now ghosts.
behind them,
with long guns
white men
with the pleasure
to kill.
the right to bear arms.
the need to bear arms.
the prairie grasses,
the ghosts,
the wind will always be present.
will blow hard,
without intention.
the ghosts in the wind.
 kev m 33
Joined: 10/6/2008
Msg: 326
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Posted: 2/27/2009 4:55:01 AM
I write what i write because i know how.
But everything you wrote cast a shadow of doubt.

If it wasn't for your word's i wouldn't feel this way
ohh how i wish you would come away.

I feel my emotions have been tuned in side out,but all you have said just fills me with doubt.

you said it is fate that you found me again
but this is only causing me pain
maybe our lives are under to much strain

for all of the years that have gone before
and all the time spent on separate shores
but now so close and our lives dont agree
ohh how i wish you would come away with me

I had no idea you get in touch
its made me realize how i miss you such
you will always make my blood rush

so once again on different path's
walking away never to pass
so i write these words in some vain attemped of letting you know
how much this hurt's to let you go.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 329
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Posted: 2/27/2009 7:23:26 PM
conscious life is personal
my conscious life, and yours,
begins with the first breath
and ends with the last breath.
it is your choice, and mine,
what to do in between.
i have spent many hours
and many years
nurturing fools
nurtured by fools.
sometimes i love them
sometimes they abuse love.
i want my granddaughter lili
to be safe. i want your granddaughter
to be safe. i want all of the children
on the earth
to be safe. so,
when i write my songs,
when i softly touch
the woman i love,
i will look at the fools
with contenment
and certainty
in my eyes
and then they can choose
what to do
between the first breath
and the last breath
as long as our children
are safe.
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 2/28/2009 5:01:23 AM
to rise above
the hate and blood
means to be set
on a journey
that starts really early
but if it's not been part
of the parents' heart
how can we impart
it to our children?

yet somewhere in me
believes deep within
and just above
of everyone
we all have
that flying dove
trying to be heard
above the noise
of all the other birds

but when you fly
in peace and stillness
often you are barely seen
like a white whisp floating by
or just hovering
out of the corner of your eye
or there in your dreams
if your waking life
has not been filled
with so many screams
and horror

at this hour
millions suffering
beyond imagination
in hoods across the world
living lives of real nightmares
where peace flags
just can't unfirl
and if they did
they'd be needed
to wrap the bodies
of the freezing
and already dead

it has been said
it is going to take
much more
than peaceful intentions
and tremendous love
to change the suffering
and end the cruelty
from which we act
towards the planet
and all on it

to really change
the course of
humanity's destiny
and let the humane
in the word humanity
really come to be
for until we all
take responsibility
we will never be free
of these atrocities
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 334
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Posted: 2/28/2009 8:41:09 AM
"our love is not contingent upon the other person being lovable"....
yes, that was the line that really stuck out for me also, joro
just as our happiness or sense of peace is not contingent on others.....
found myself continuing the thoughts here with a friend
and this is what came out....

i know it starts with me
in my own life and family
in my own ability
to act lovingly
even in the face
of uncertainty
or when i feel angry
in myself
for acting selfishly
or without empathy
when my compassion
loses out to my passion
real or often in my imagination....
i know it starts with me
to face my own inhumanity
with utter honesty
and only then will
I be able to change
and refrain from
my own inhumanity
with sincerity
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