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 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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hi, bear woman. the attribution is there, on the page, below the quote:

column by robert milo baldwin,
in rain taxi review of books;
quoting matsuo basho'
translated by jane reichold, with commentary,
in her new book "basho, the complete haiku"

i hope that you're well. spring can lift birds and flowers and spirits (of both kinds). i'm flat this morning but that's because this old dude just stayed out too late last night. love yuh ..... don
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 514
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Posted: 4/19/2009 8:24:34 AM
tears fill my eyes
reading this page of beauty
each line a frozen moment in time
reaching deeply from all your souls
to mine
empathy rise
melting this moment
flowing tears fill my eyes
feeling each of you (and lao tzu)
in me
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 517
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Posted: 4/20/2009 12:30:50 PM
the desert air
is thin and clear.
no place to hide.
she allows the colors
of sunrise to be
just simply
who they are,
the hills rolling away
from me
remember the sea
and smile.
i love her.
i can be myself.
i slip my clothes off
and drop them
in a pile on the sand.
i spread my arms
and my legs
and feel her warmth
holding me.
the hills, the nearby wadi,
fragrance of her desert hair,
i become myself. i am myself.
i am alive.
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
Msg: 518
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Posted: 4/20/2009 3:00:39 PM
Henge


Infernal messengers of a false redemption
Captivate my soul with
All the colors of the rainbow but still
I must try to be a good man

Can you stop screaming at me with your
Fields of purple wheat and repugnant kittens?
Are you enlightened or naive when you scream
Love at the endless darkness
Screaming soulless nightmares of
The absolute truth almost
Too much to bear
Burning in a selfish arrogance
Masquerading as
Nirvana
Falsify the dawn
I dare you
Milk clean and fresh
From sacred cows
Boils on the flaming altars of
False gods who will burn your flesh off
Given half a chance
Will you join the lengthy line
Of sheep spewing pearly
Gibberish, will you hug me as
My flesh is seared from
The bone?

Sacred stone circles were erected
For a reason
The darkness must always
Be kept at bay


W
 grizzerman
Joined: 7/4/2006
Msg: 523
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Posted: 4/21/2009 8:06:53 PM
wow..........................the paint falls..................seems i've been there before.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

that darkness,the one that lives just behind
sometimes sneaks up on me,it leaves me doubtful
causes me to wonder about life,people...............it all
till i am touched,by something.............anything

at once i remember that i am connected with everything
i am a part of something much bigger.something..........mystic
is it the light i am speaking of
perhaps,cause when this happens,the darkness goes

i believe that this darkness cannot live in the light
it must hide like a coward
with words witten here and on small pieces of paper everywhere
i can stay by that light
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 528
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Posted: 4/23/2009 6:12:41 AM
and
what to say
about the beauty
of the dark moon?
about the frustrated heart,
about searching for laughter
in pain and sorrow,
about tears that flow for years,
about scars,
about walking in the shadows
and echoes of footsteps
of the cathedral inside us,
about not seeing,
about blurting out responses
without knowing the answers,
and being mirrors, not so much of words,
but of the eternal, boundless transitions of life.
we have so much to give and
they are so willing to receive,
and we have so much to learn
and remember about ourselves.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 532
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Posted: 4/24/2009 7:52:35 AM
only this breath is life.
the past and the future
are memories and expectations.
and this breath
includes all of life
from the gentle pulse
in my chest, reaching out
past the soft gray morning light
around me,
the first hummingbirds
working with determination
among the bushes on the hill,
to the easy waves falling
on the island beaches,
to the marmots
rising from hiberation
among the cascade mountain icefields,
to the passenger jet pointed at alaska,
past the fading moon
to the whole universe,
all during this breath.
voices from the past,
voices from the future,
live in the universe
of our minds.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 538
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Posted: 4/25/2009 6:27:56 AM
we are beautiful.
the sunrise is beautiful.
the gentle slap of the sea
on frank's beach
is beautiful.
the birds are singing.
the morning chill
pushed off the mountains
by the rising sun
has reached the island.
around us people are sleeping.
there is a smell of coffee
in some places.
we sit quietly
glancing at the morning paper,
or with a bach fugue
toying with the silent rooms,
or, like me at this moment,
in front of the computer screen.
we are beautiful.
you are beautiful.
i love you.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/25/2009 6:37:02 AM
may love abound and astound
and surround you with angels' wings
so always you can hear their voices sing
calling to your heart and soul 'we are love'

its energy runs through our flesh and blood
and every moment of every moment of our lives
angels' wings are here to help us thrive
and guide us back to who we truly are....

a miraculous loving ball of fire
balanced with the powerful and gentle flow of water
grounded deeply in earth's beauty
while soaring on currents of air....

expanding and contracting everywhere


 WeAre1
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Posted: 4/28/2009 4:35:12 AM
So wonderful to see it's your birthday today (or yesterday), dear rosie....
In honour, i wish to send you an extra special prayer....

A song....(not original)....sing as a joyful chant....one day perhaps we can share the melody together....

"May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
and the pure light within you
Guide you all the way home."

Happy Birthday, dear one.
You're in my heart.
love,
d.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 553
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Posted: 4/28/2009 8:52:17 AM
celebrating,
if i may be silly,
is like putting on
a special hat,
one with colors
and shapes
resting at a rakish angle
on your lovely hair.
and then,
passing a beautiful stranger
lifting your hat,
oxygen flowing everywhere,
and saying
"are you the person
responsible for this beautiful day?"
she smiles at you,
the former stranger,
each of you
knowing full well
that you have just
made her day special.
happy anniversary adrian
and rosie. thanks for
the tip of your hats.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 557
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Posted: 4/29/2009 8:11:40 AM
"it has taken a lifetime
to reach this moment."

not picasso
 Jason Nigrelli
Joined: 11/5/2008
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Posted: 4/29/2009 8:55:35 AM
A Rose Was Born Today


On a beautiful Spring morning
(Not all that long ago)
A rosebush broke through eons of dirt
And reached for the light.

Carrying lingering drops of
Creation, the rose cried off the dark
And came to be.

Soft and fragrant petals filled the world
With hope
Thorns grew up to protect
Lost innocence
And the rose prospered.

Then came the blight, then
Japanese beetles attacked screaming
"Remember Pearl Harbor!"
But the rosebush was made of stronger stuff,
American through and through,
The rose always carried the day.

The rosebush is huge now,
Guarding the entrance to my soul
With beauty and wisdom,
Smiling in the sun and
Drinking the living rain,
She shows me how to live, to love,
To triumph!



(happy belated birthday sweetie!)
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 561
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Posted: 4/30/2009 6:23:31 AM
per facile est. quod virtute omnes precedimus!
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 4/30/2009 6:56:54 AM
Rident stolidi verba Latina...
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 564
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Posted: 4/30/2009 8:36:09 AM
or german:
"vom brot allein kan mann nicht leben, es muss aust vurst und shinken geben."
(i worked at a german meat market for 5 years when i first started university. the owner/boss, herbert ..... whom we fondly called "the blue goose" ..... had a little sign from "the old country" in office window which had the above words. as i gained power of employment there ..... the blue goose moved me from waiting on customers to be the cashier ..... i had time to memorize the line. he translated it for me: "man cannot live on bread alone, he also needs sausage and chicken."
 Jason Nigrelli
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Posted: 4/30/2009 10:32:58 AM
I'm not that deep Rose...mine just means: Fools laugh at the Latin language...
It's the one quote that sticks in my mind from four years of Latin...lol...
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 571
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Posted: 5/1/2009 6:32:42 PM
this evening,
sitting outside,
the first spring bees
talking at my screen door,
the setting sun is soft
on my back.
the half moon
is gauze.
i'm reading translations
of japanese poetry
by rexroth, poetry written
until 150 years ago
in ancient chinese,
each character
drawn in black ink
on paper
as soft as the moon.
rexroth reads the poetry well,
while ezra pound
did what little he chose to do,
and gary snyder
is true to the sierras
and his old friends.
rexroth made love,
and loved, japanese women
caught safely in san francisco,
surrounded by white, western,
christian .distraction.
we could be close to ourselves
but our culture and our fear
distracts us from ourselves,
from life. we become reflections
of ourselves, become bigmacs
made of factory beef.
the migrating slamon
return home to give birth
and to die.
mirror, mirror .....
rexroth fled ohio as a teen
to find himself
and find himself he did.
and he knew, down deep,
whatthe empress eifuku meant:
we dressed each other
hurrying to say farewell
in the depth of the night.
our drowsy thighs touched
and we were caught
in bed
by the dawn.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Posted: 5/4/2009 6:49:01 AM
the touch of silk,
the fragrance of plums,
the taste of blended juices,
sounds of wind
in spring grasses.
your lips trambling.
a rill tumbling softly
in the valley.
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 5/6/2009 9:47:57 PM
harmony
and dissonance
sat together
on a fence
sing with me
said harmony
no I won't
I'm too off key
then clap your hands
and keep the beat
no, with your voice
I won't compete
but music, love
will set you free
I'm afraid I have
to disagree
then eye the stars
and feel the awe
space is too vast
makes me feel small
then hold my hand
and feel my love
first I must
put on my glove
wear a smile
be amused
easy for you
you weren't abused
don't let them win
take back the light
not so sure
I've got more fight
you surely do
you're not dead yet
wish I was
feel caught in a net
I won't give up
til you listen to me
save your voice
and let me be
so harmony
ended her song
but not before dissonance
began humming along
a chord was struck
on the fence that day
minor at first
in a diminished way
tears were dropped
to salt the earth
and a simple song
began the rebirth
so take the time
to sing your song
and sing even louder
to someone wronged
like tossing a woodwind
into the fire
when abusive hands
choke the throat of the choir
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 589
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Posted: 5/7/2009 7:44:13 AM
it's amazing how we can make beauty out of some realities. i see beauty everyday, some of it for a moment, some of it for years. i write ..... poetry, fiction, letters ..... for that reason. whoever i am at this moment i can sit down and type out a word, probably smile at the word, then add a second something. i can't remember what the poem was but basho wrote a haiku in which all three lines were exactly the same thing and the damn poem worked. irishman, dubliner, christy brown is one of my writing heroes. christy had cerebral palsy, and he loved to write. his disability was severe enough that he would sit in his chair above his typewriter, sitting on the floor, and strike the keys with the toes of his left foot (yes, daniel day-lewis played christy brown in the move "my left foot.") christy's first book, "down all the days" (on which the movie was based) is gorgeous. what follows is a single paragraph with no sentences until the short sentence at the end. you and i could teach a class on creative writing focused on this paragraph of christy's, the flow, the story, the color, the noise, the punctuation, etc.:

"a sea-lapping fringe of voices, feet merging and minglibng, waves breaking on a broken shore: faces revolving, flushed, serious, simpering; mouths opening and shutting, gobbling, guzzling, leering, swearing, singing, shouting, bawling, calling, emitting animal noises of weeping and laughing all under the single, stark electric bulb in the jam-packed, sardine-tight, rollicking midnight house; men sitting jambed up tight against women, haunch-touching, hip-touching, calloused fingers hard on exposed silky knees; a mongrel dog nosing its way in between the erratic dancers on the floor, its tobgue lolling out like a piece of red-raw liver, licking up the remains of slaughtered sandwiches; an idiot boy betweem his merry mother's knees reciting obscene versions of nursery rhymes to the roaring men around him who slammed pennies into his palm; a fat woman of many chins stabbing her little man to death with her eyes as he talked with a big-breasted blonde in a corner, his speaking hands hovering temptingly over the feminine promontory; father's stringy windpipe jerking up and down as he swallowed beer in long, deep, educated gulps, standing guard over the emptying crates of stout, guarding them from the avaricious hands that reached unendingly out like the antennae of an octopus sucking everything towards its huge black hole of a mouth; a girl of no wit bending down to retrieve her severed necklace, screaming jesus! as some eagle-eyed man swooped and twanged her suspender belt against her leg; someone laced the idiot boy's lemonade with whiskey and he ran in and out barking and howling and frightening the dog itself, his eyes wild, his weak mouth drenched with spit. somebody started to play the spoons."

and ..... a little bit to show christy's ability to write lyrically:

"the houses stood like squat, disgruntled****r spaniels along the snow-mantled streets, wearing thick woolled snow-white shawls puckered by the black-ribbed line of gutters running along the sides of the rooftops, the serrated slates showing thinly in thawing patches."

beauty is everywhere, inside each of us, and wrapped around us. life twists our nipples sometimes but its what we do with it that counts. i love you all.....
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
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Posted: 5/9/2009 4:35:06 PM
i sign on here as lipotufu. lipo and tufu are favorite poets, from ancient china.

here's li po:

i take my wine jug
out among the flowers
to drink alone,
without friends.
i raise my cup
to entice the moon.
that and my shadow
make us three.

but the moon
doesn't drink
and my shadow
follows along silently.
still, with shadow
and moon
for companions
i travel
to the ends of spring.

when drunk i sing
and the moon dances.
my shadow dances, too.
sober we share life's joys.
drunk we each go
our separate ways.

constant companions
although we wander about
in that way we'll meet again
in the milky way.

and tu fu:

the same moon
hangs over fu-chou.
alone, she'll lean
out her window
to watch it.

our poor children
are too small
to even remember
chang'an.

dew will dampen
her perfumed hair.
clear moonlight
makes her bare arms
cool.

will we ever
sit again in her window,
the tears
finally gone
from our faces?

li po got drunk one night, rowed out onto a lake in a simple boat, and leaped into the lake to hug the moon and drowned. li po was a taoist character. tu fu was unimportant until, 300 years later, poets found the poems that li po and tu fu wrote to one another, for one another. the translations above are by sam hamill with some guidance from j.p. seaton, and others.
 lipotufu
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Posted: 5/9/2009 4:44:50 PM
basho's first four lines of "marrow road to the interior, translated by sam hamill:

the moon and the sun
are eternal travelers.
even the years
wander on.
a lifetime adrift
in a boat or,
in old age,
leading a tired horse
into the years,
every day is a journey
and the journey itself is home.

20 years ago i re-read that and wrote this, for myself:

the moon and the sun
have traveled forever,
and so, it seems, have i.
since i moved to this island,
while the moon and the sun
have swept across the sky,
my travels have been, mostly,
in my heart. my universe
has been this island.
i'm not sure that my life
is much different
from the sun and moon.
my life is all that i know.
it's my eternity. my path,
like the moon's path,
doesn't deviate much
from year to year,
or step by step.
my life brightens
and fades, with the cycles
of the moon. maybe life
is just that.
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 595
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Posted: 5/11/2009 6:28:25 PM
love and loss
always go together.
always. in my life,
however great my love,
the loss is always greater.
in my life, when i'm left alone
with loss i can feel
the massive ice peaks
in me, the cold, the hard,
the sharp ridges of stone.
it's all visually beautiful,
and the size of the peaks
and the size of the loss
is hard. i cry alone.
at some point i begin to emerge,
emerge enough to be held
and being held making some sense
but the loss is always here,
inside me, and will always be.
loss and love defines me.
i accept both of them
because is there is no choice.
i love openly and freely,
and loss lives inside me
forever. to heal, to live again
i come back to this breath,
the buddhist breath.
this breath reminds me
that i am alive, and that
i have choices to make, for myself,
for those i love, and for the people
gathered around me
in empty rooms, in empty churches,
in empty distractions. we are alive.
one day i will bring loss
to the hearts of the people who love me.
love and loss always go together.
 iceaxe
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Posted: 5/12/2009 12:59:26 PM
my loss
is your gain
you're in heaven
I'm in the rain
of my own tears
while you smile
your earthly struggle
left in a pile
for me to sort
and sift for meaning
you uplifted
me leaning
on a pillar of pain
holding love aloft
just out of reach
with a voice so soft
your serenity
is my wild rage
you on the wing
me in a cage
should I mourn for you
or my innocent smile
flooded by tears
to permanent exile
yes I still laugh
and cavort with the living
but the silent void
is so unforgiving
life is more cherished
but also more sad
an unfulfilled wish
for what we once had
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