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 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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a haiku for you on valentine's day.....

heart shapes in your eyes
sending in all directions
loving rainbow skies!

on this day of love - let's be the most loving to our Selves!
(and anyone else we wish to :)


 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 258
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Posted: 2/14/2009 8:13:10 PM
phish, i love you
each of us
is responsible
for our responses
to whatever life
lays on the platter.
our minds are rakes
dragging the soil,
or they are the fertile seed
touched into the deep earth,
the rain,
the sun.
you are a poet.
you are freer
than most
inside all confinements
that surround us.
hell, we stumble
at times
and then return to
the beauty
in our hearts.
phish,
respond to life
with the songs
in your heart.
don't let your mind
stiffle your beauty.
let us sing with you.
i am beautiful.
you are beautiful.
our community
of poets
is beautiful.
let's be beautiful
together.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 2/15/2009 6:46:15 AM
oh such wonderful poetry
your words so honest
tears rise in my eyes
to me, dear rosie,
you are grace
embodied
beautifully
watching you bloom
and grow and shed your
petals as the seasons change
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
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Posted: 2/15/2009 8:24:51 AM
Oh Rosie! Post #267 just made me cry! Beautiful, sweetie!
 lipotufu
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.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 2/17/2009 12:39:53 AM
in the moment

perfection
fantasies
dreams
reality
accept
surrender
anticipation
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
within
 lipotufu
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.
 lipotufu
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.
 grizzerman
Joined: 7/4/2006
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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......................<-;
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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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
underground
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
release
release
release
lifting
balancing just above ground
toes still touching
air supporting
earth nourishing
vast sky expanding
'into the sacred void I fly'

 Nothin2it
Joined: 8/31/2007
Msg: 281
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Posted: 2/20/2009 7:43:48 AM
Cutting class....fond memories.

Two days before I met his shotgun, I skipped a day of school;
in ways my life had just begun, I was nobody's fool.
She looked at me with eyes so wide, so full of joy and peace;
two seconds is all we took to decide the day of our release.

It didn't matter my parents taught at my school, it didn't matter any at all;
it didn't matter; attendance was only a rule, and we were about to fall.
Her golden hair laid peacefully, her pleading eyes met mine;
we made love oh so easily, our hearts to once entwine.

- You know, my parents called hospitals, the police, everywhere. It didn't matter to us, we were somewhere else. (But I never cut school again!) Those were the days, love was easy, and life was long...before responsibility. That's why I love springtime so much, the flowers coming up out of the ground...it's all new, hopeful...just like that look in her eyes. Lovely.
 joro
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 282
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Posted: 2/20/2009 3:29:43 PM
I hate february
here in New England's snow belt
dreaming of tulips opening
scraping ice off of my windshield

to lay on a beach somewhere
dreaming of sandcastles and waves
in the darkness of midnight
dreading the ring of the alarm clock

but when the window is clear
and the truck finally heats up
the snow covered vistas
are beautiful

so now that i think about it
i dont hate february
it provides an introspective space
to consider our place in the world

like any scarce resource
our time on the earth is valuable
accept the seasonal realities
for there is suffering only through resistance

(search parties and hospitals for cutting class? OMG! I ran away for over a year and when i ended up back home, i got a "oh, hi". i honestly dont know which is worse)
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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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.
 Nothin2it
Joined: 8/31/2007
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Posted: 2/20/2009 8:20:12 PM


(search parties and hospitals for cutting class? OMG! I ran away for over a year and when i ended up back home, i got a "oh, hi". i honestly dont know which is worse)


"I can't decide which is worse" -Tom Petty

I hear ya J
 Nothin2it
Joined: 8/31/2007
Msg: 286
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Posted: 2/20/2009 8:24:53 PM
Where the muse goes I suppose nobody knows
maybe it goes to the late evening shows;
but if we could follow would life just get hollow,
or would we dispense with reality shows?

Nite Rose
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 290
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Posted: 2/21/2009 6:48:43 AM
rosie
what you write
is so true:
"sometimes
i ache
not with pain
but
with pure joy
being
thinking
becoming"
sometimes
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.....
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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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
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Posted: 2/21/2009 2:14:13 PM
lovely poem, we ...... deep, searching, beautiful and, ultimately, certain. thanks....

our mind,
shaped,
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,
naturally.
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.
 joro
Joined: 12/2/2007
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Posted: 2/21/2009 4:56:31 PM
Tiny feet in double socks
running around with untied hi-tops
there is a small chance
we take control of our lives

bankrupt poets being PC
the enemy studies
us in delth
pedophilia 101

dont point at me
for i know the flaws
i do get the feeling
but wont go bust for the cause

(actually, of course i will)
 WeAre1
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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
 ssseeker
Joined: 1/16/2009
Msg: 298
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Posted: 2/22/2009 4:59:12 AM
If I may...this is my first time posting...since your theme is reflection, I thought I'd share this ...I wrote it many years ago but thought it would fit in with your thread...great work all!

Crossroads

Looking behind me
At the road once traveled
Has led me here
Where I stand marveled

As a young child
I often did ponder
What, where, who would I be
When I’m forty, I wondered

The lessons I have learned
And the times I’ve been burned
Have left me exhausted…
And bitter

A much needed rest
And time to reflect
Choices to be made
And consider

For those who caused me harm
Only to rejoice in their sad glory
Will no longer take part in my journey
Along with bitterness and worry

What was or might have been
I can’t change now or then
It’s time to let go
To leave it behind with the sorrow

With a pocket full of good memories
And a bag full of dreams
I am ready to venture forward
On the road that life brings
 ssseeker
Joined: 1/16/2009
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Posted: 2/22/2009 5:41:37 AM
Thank you very much Rosie...
I'm enjoying my visits here...
lol...my pup has character & attitude too!...she put the 'grrrr' in springer! :)
Have a wonderful day!
 seanymphridinglightning
Joined: 1/25/2009
Msg: 301
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Posted: 2/22/2009 5:54:24 AM
!Rose!

your Rose gardens of poetry are BEAUTIFULLLLLL!

patiently approaching the non-eclipsing dripping yellow hewn sun...

splendidly romancin' the air around autumn, winter, spring, summer...

gorgeously gardening fruits, roots, vegetables, violets of little known wonders...

surveying the discuses sun and moon and planetary swoons from jupiter to mars...

we are entrenched eyeing dying divining alighting living breathing forming humans...

where we are under the sea etchings of pilfering brightly painted and drying stars...

spacious in souls recreating crimsons and golds, what treasure troves, arrayed: sold:

bartering our hearts, bleeding our words, bearing gifts like three mighty KINGZZZ:

patiently delivering the goods to a 'babe at peace in a manger' or in the bright woods...

where we domineer our compassion and good sense like halcyon, healing angels...

speak love

I will listen

as if the woods hear footsteps approaching
 seanymphridinglightning
Joined: 1/25/2009
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Posted: 2/23/2009 4:26:38 AM
When did we

Fall just to

Fall into

Sumthin' New

and become

Friendzzz...

Through

No Faults

(Nu-Uh)

Of our own?

When did

that gossamer gown

SuspiciaN (EYES-open)

slowly undrape

herself...

then...

open up

2newhope:

an open heart

?surgery?

2survive!

When and

Why

Did and do we

Fall

(& fall, falling still)

into

Friendships' Glimpses Glances

that

Ripen

and might even

RIP our hearts open

'Wider'

Or

Eventually

Maybe

R.I.P.

{R.I.pen...)
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 307
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Posted: 2/23/2009 12:56:32 PM
a good relationship
realized
is like the trees
outside my window
they didn't choose
to be where they are
life chose for them
and they live
beautifully
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.
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