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 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 338
reflection of past year into the future...Page 4 of 66    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41)
the desert is wild
and silent
in the noon sun
but
as the sun settles
and rises
in shadows
you
and i
are sun
and moon
full moon
and dark
life flows
in us
and through us
only our minds
deflect us
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 344
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Posted: 3/4/2009 4:04:49 PM
old one from a previous thread, with desert monsoon overtones

new love like a cloud forming
over a mountain peak
result of a warm upwelling
each one entirely unique

the air begins to move
like a fresh breath on my nape
soothing and captivating
a feeling I can't escape

anticipation, exhilaration
relief from the scorching sun
made in the shade my newfound love
so refreshing when its first begun

building and billowing skyward
powerful but so diaphanous
a stark contrast against endless blue
what could be more analogous

electricity fills the air
full of ionic attraction
a sensation in the chest
a certain call to action

apparently appearing from nowhere
an apparition in the heights
quenching rain and lightshow
filling warm summer nights

well-defined but evolving
intangible, contoured, ethereal
as definable by its outline
or the way it makes me feel

but as soon as it forms overhead
a nascent sadness created
ephemeral as the seasons
but for now feeling satiated

to capture and sequester
its essence for dryer spells
an exercise in futility
like bottling the ring of bells

why can't that feeling last
breathlessness and wonder
but soon more time elapses
between lightning and the thunder

it sheds its tears and disappears
happy sad tears swell the banks
no cause for regret or remorse
but a simple word of thanks

dry spell and drought are the default
with clouds offering respite
searching the blue for another to form
to be showered anew by delight
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 347
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Posted: 3/5/2009 2:31:41 AM
in the end
what is left
a tender heart
still beating
evenly keeping
the body alive
a container
for love
so wide
a bridge
connecting
all hearts
beating out
the rhythm
of life
the rhythm
of love
breathing
dancing
being
life
being
love
one
with
all
below
and above
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 350
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Posted: 3/5/2009 6:01:39 PM
thanks, joro.

my mind captures life
by safely defining the events
that pass through hours
of each day,
and making a rosary,
beads to finger over and over again
until i lose my mind. lose my mind.
how lovely is that?
sometimes i fly, in my mind,
and sometimes i fall to my knees
but life is rising from the rosary
of breaths to be surprised
by the first hummingbird of spring
or the ferry leaning at great angles
as it rises and falls on waves
caught in spring winds
buster james, my coast salish elder friend,
can't read words on the page
but he can read the eagles,
and the salmon, and the wind
that lifts and drops the ferry.
"i found a 3 foot eagle feather" he shouts.
"i gave it to the woman i love.
she wanted it. but i didn't get what i wanted!"
we laugh. what else is there
but loving her, and salmon migrating,
and the wind?
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 360
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Posted: 3/8/2009 6:00:38 PM
putai, in china,
hotei, i japan
like rip van winkel,
simple, laughing, playing
with the village children,
a pack on his back,
moving on
from village to village.
happy, excited,
he points at the moon,
the simple, laughing moon
(look at her face!), moon,
the enchanter of children,
whatever age they are,
and says,
as he points happily
at the moon,
"be careful
to not mistake your finger
for the moon."
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 362
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Posted: 3/9/2009 12:46:29 AM
ashes to ashes
birth to earth
a grand condensation
of cosmic mirth

chondrite amalgamation
gravitation compounded
add a comet or two
and dynamo unbounded

seed it with love
and watch it grow
like a chia pet
from shore to shore

sustain it with reason
and balance and plenty
expiration date
2020

reason exhausted
unbalance the quo
plenty of nothing
the Romans know

what happens with greed
but a bit too late
to undo their history
or unseal their fate

how many viae
must a man crawl along
before he knows
what he's doing wrong
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 363
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Posted: 3/9/2009 5:39:59 AM
love the writing
that's so inspiring
and renewal
that you two are doing....
it's really beautiful!
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 365
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Posted: 3/9/2009 6:25:51 PM
joro ..... among the loveliest, truest words i've read here: "sweating in the middle of winter" thank you!!!!

sweating in the middle of winter
heading out on the goddamned road
letting the dank reality of eastern cities
dissolve into the dry plains of nebraska,
the sage caught in the wire fences of wyoming,
ken kesey's jade forests of the northwest.
men sweating, women seeking women
over coffee pots and super market donuts,
the sounds of hank III echoing his dad
and granddad, drunks dancing in their loneliness.
i'm drunk. drunks aren't out there somewhere,
they're here, inside me. grampa john,
called the "mayor" of the jeep tavern
by his fellow drunks, seeking happiness,
writing poetry in wet circles on the bar.
they are truer than ceo's and politicans
to the beauty of life. grampa john winked at me
on his deathbed. that's beauty. winking
in the throes of death, at your grandkid,
grampa john, i'll drink to that!
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 367
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Posted: 3/9/2009 7:52:07 PM
joro, it's not bullshit
because it's life
that some of us choose to live.
what we decide to do
tonight at the tavern
tomorrow at the roadside diner
is all we have. so we look
at the people around us,
we smile at their jokes,
we look with lust at the woman
waiting tables, and she .....
bored and sad ..... accepts our drone.
so we sing, here, at this website.
we are lonely. we are available
to love, imperfect as we are.
so we write poetry about loneliness
and love. us men prove our maniless
with ruthless words. and the women
sing of beauty and the simple change
of seasons, winter to spring.
we are poets. we should be poets,
not men being strong, but men being weak,
not women being submissive,
but women being beautiful. be who we are,
women and men, dancing in taverns
to hank I, and hank II, and hank III.
we dissolve together into the bed of poetry,
we make love, and we fall asleep, that's life.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 374
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Posted: 3/11/2009 4:18:44 AM
the softness of this page
reflections of women
of mothers
daughters
grandmothers
granddaughters
young girls
women elders
all born to live
and die
with the heart
and love and soul
of women
and within the word
women is found men
sacred connection
to each other and to all
as we travel through eternity
and on this page
a softness is felt
deeply
gently
lovingly
shared
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 377
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Posted: 3/13/2009 9:32:50 AM
^^^^
That's
Awesome
Rose
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 378
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Posted: 3/13/2009 10:25:12 AM
this morning
at sunrise
above the mountains
a single red cloud
a rose
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 386
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Posted: 3/14/2009 8:44:11 AM
the taste of curry
and the gift of sweet juices
on my tongue
 cybernix
Joined: 7/27/2008
Msg: 393
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Posted: 3/15/2009 4:23:33 PM
i have never really written a poem before so i apologise in advance lol!!

i will never forget the fateful day
7th december 2008
was in my car
with music loud
they called n said
get here now

you'd been out drinking
and had a fight
gone back home
to calm ur temper
but burst into tears
u felt so down

i wish u'd called me
i wish u'd rang
i wish u'd told me
how it all began...

the pills were just the start
the noose was the end
oh why did u do it
lisa my friend
so beautiful n sweet
so popular and kind

my princess my angel
the girl i will never forget
i love you i miss you
cant imagine being without u
a moment of weakness
a silly mistake

the questions come
the answers dont
why u done it
what made u flip
but there was no letter
no warning or tip off

so now ur gone
i will never forget
the times we shared
the laughs we had
i love u girl
my very special mate

so 2008 was not so great
i lost someone special
a very close mate
i'll heal in time
and the tears will stop
but our memories are like the stars that shine
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 397
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Posted: 3/16/2009 6:34:54 AM
forever....eternal...
all in this moment...
everything from the past
and all yet to come
they say is here
right now in everyone...
each essential to the whole
being human and humane
is the goal
to find in all the chaos here
and to always remember
all is blessed with sacredness
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 400
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Posted: 3/17/2009 12:23:26 PM

Why must life be reduced
to the trivial,
the mundane, when the air is free
and the sky is endless?

My grandmother is gnarled
like some impossibly old tree
a different person than the
one that held me on her knee
not really but
sometimes it's hard
to see
I kiss her parchment
forehead and she asks me
about the whereabouts of
dead relatives, she says she
would rather be selling apples
and I believe her

How short and small our time
Together here,
To nurture love and
Hide from fear we journey
Long and solemn roads with
Sighing elms and peeping toads
And in the end I must suppose

It's the people we hold dear that
Make bearable our being here
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 402
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Posted: 3/17/2009 2:34:58 PM
grampa john talked with his eyes.
he had thin lips and the skin
on his face was leather after years
working in the heat and smoke
and noise of a steel foundry.
after work, every day,
he would walk across the street
to the spice bar. "josephine, my wife,
is dead and buried." so the men
at the counter in the spice bar
were his family.

i heard that he'd sit there
with his hands around a glass
of cheap beer, staring into the glass,
listening. he'd look up
whenever he heard something
worth looking at. if the men
had troubles at work, or at home,
he'd listen, he'd look up, say a few words,
and his partner of a few minutes
would get up and move
back down the bar content.

i suppose that the men didn't need much,
maybe only to be heard. grampa john,
i was told, would always listen and,
if he had something say he'd say it.

when he got older and retired
he moved in with us across town.
i was a young boy. i didn't see him much.
he spent his days door dorr street
at the jeep tavern. grampa john
got to be known as the mayor
of the jeep tavern. he listened,
he settled disputes among the men
and women sitting at the bar,
and he stared into his glass of cheap beer
looking up every now and then.

when he was dying i was rushed
through the living room to head for school.
he was sitting in a chair, with a blanket
wrapped around him, and my mother's arms
wrapped around shoulders.
he was staring down,
without a glass of cheap beer
in his hands. when i passed him
he looked up and winked at me.
the mayor of the jeep tavern
winked at me and smiled.

i have known grampa john
many days since then.
i remember him the way that
we know much of our lives
and we pick this person and that story
to know. i know him. i know the mayor
and, by god, i love him.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 407
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Posted: 3/18/2009 2:16:37 PM
how much difference
is there between my words
and who i am? words
are always mind words.
if my body could write
who would it be or,
for that matter,
who would i be? who am i?
the tao that can be spoken
or written isn't the tao but
lao tzu writes 81 poems.
if i understand that first line,
if i am that first line
then i love wordlessly
i walk up lummi mountain
wordlessly, i gather her fragrances
in me wordlessly. i am dew
and the dew on the meadow grasses
above frank's beach are me.
so i know that i must write poems
when the surrounding ocean
tells me to write and, if i listen
carefully, i will hear her say "be quiet."
she teaches me that life is wordless.
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 412
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Posted: 3/22/2009 7:19:42 AM

Nobody Likes a Critic


critical critics critiquing capsized capstan cables
conference candidly confiding courteous convivialities
concerning corrosion, condescension, and convalescence

carrion crows creeping carelessly carry critical cancers
coalescing (into) characteristically cowardly cable cars (of)
cardamon cellulose cougars cringing cyclically

casual cadences caterwaul coquettishly crippling causal
circumstance, condemning certain citizens, centaurs censure
criminal consciences, creating crabby chaos

W

(hi sweetie pie!)
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 415
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Posted: 3/22/2009 11:04:31 AM
ahhhh....happy birthday, rosie, to your granny!
and three out of four generations in your pic, i see,
shows such beauty and history!
mostly, your love comes through
so clearly in your poetry.
thank you for sharing all you do.
gratefully,
d.

 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 3/24/2009 7:30:57 AM
^^yes, rosie, you've put this just perfectly! i love all you've written lately
and brought here to see all together.....your honesty touches deeply..


last night stepping into the cold night air
my eyes caught sight of a white speck
flying gracefully from the sky...
then another....and another....
and though I yearn for Spring to come
my soul lifted with joy
to see one more fall of snow...

it turned the land to a misty whiteness
with so much lightness
the slightest breeze lifting it easily
watching it dance so beautifully
while in my headlights it showed
taking me into warp speed
as it does when it catches the lights just so....

today at work the crocuses bloom
purple and yellow appeared in the night
while all around, once again,
the snow is dancing covering the ground
settling as a peaceful white haven all around
even with the rising wind it fills me with grace
as I watch, a smile upon my face....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 433
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Posted: 3/26/2009 3:27:14 PM
with each breath
i choose how much light
will flow into my life.
i decide, innocently, with trust,
to move like flowers and tides,
to move toward light.
some would say "toward god."
why do i choose light
over shadow? is god only light?

all of life, for all time,
is irridescent, with light surging
from total darkness,
from complete, natural darkness
in which all things disappear,
toward total light, total brightness,
in which all things disappear.
the tides know the moon.
flowers understand the sun.

we let our minds decide
what happens in our hearts.
our minds use words
distracting us from life.
the dark forest
and wild grasses
live easily
with darkness and light.

so our minds,
searching for the god
that we need,
search for light.
yet all of our lives
we stand in shadows
and we should.
all of our lives,
frustrated and vulnerable,
we struggle for light.

and sometimes, like fools,
we pretend what we know.
confidentally we say. "stand in light,"
and we say. "leave darkness behind,"
then we struggle for all of our lives
to find a god when god is already inside us.

this morning, at sunrise,
i watched the sea surging past me
dancing easily with the dark moon.
and, at noon, i watched gulls
etch patterns without words
on the parchment of pale white.
when i look wordlessly into myself.
i remember that the sky and the sea
and the earth all live inside me
alive with darkness and light.
should i choose to control
the flickering shadows inside me?
or should i simply let go?


"god is light," we reply, when
only life is god,
and all of life
is both light and dark,
the only god there is.
the forests know the answer,
as di the oceans and the sky.

so, struggling to sing,
we write poems that carry us
toward light and shadow.
we make dark and joyous love
the fragrant nectars of love
flowing between us and into us
with shadow and light. in that way
we become innocent children. we let go.
and we simply, quietly make love.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 3/29/2009 4:14:38 AM
written the other day with slight edits this morning....thought to bring here for I woke up, again, to the gentle sound of rain....
reminded of amatis's messages 436 and 445...also really liked lptufu's write on darkness and light....
hard to pick out any particular ones, in fact, for all the poems i've read above are very meaningful and beautiful....deep in a gentle way....



the sound of rain falling
like a calling from nature
to stop and listen...
i open my doors and feel the rain
cleanse the cobwebs from my brain....
feel the fresh air
breathe it all in
lungs filling again
after winter's hibernation.....
the rain fall is so inviting
i imagine us walking arm in arm
in a warm summer rain
talking and laughing
getting a soaking
like a cool colour wash
of pastels painting us
with their beauty

 dolcesempre
Joined: 7/31/2008
Msg: 445
Maybe?
Posted: 3/31/2009 9:35:32 AM
Maybe...
we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so
that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe...
when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe...
it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that
we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe...
the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes their way.

Maybe...
the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go
on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures
and heartaches.

Maybe...
you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe ...
there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child -- so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug
them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe... the best kind
of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word,
and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Maybe...
you should always try to put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that something
could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

Maybe...
you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe...
giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back.
Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but,
if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe... happiness waits
for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and
all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of
all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe
.... you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive; don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe...
you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy
 Seahorsei
Joined: 4/13/2007
Msg: 446
Maybe?
Posted: 3/31/2009 9:48:45 AM


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