Plentyoffish dating forums are a place to meet singles and get dating advice or share dating experiences etc. Hopefully you will all have fun meeting singles and try out this online dating thing... Remember that we are the largest free online dating service, so you will never have to pay a dime to meet your soulmate.
Show ALL Forums  > Poems And Quotes  >      Home login  
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 688
reflection of past year into the future...Page 8 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 only true measures of wealth in the world
Are found in the geometry of the heart.
Love and friendship,
Love and friendship,
Nothing matters more.
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 691
words from phish....
Posted: 7/1/2009 2:47:22 PM
for me one of the joys of some contemporary writing, which is a guide for me, is that poetry and prose fiction hace begun to melt together, at least for some writers. here's an example which is both intellgent and spiritual:

"three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was robin's-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, i was sitting on the verandah of my farm home in eastern iowa when a voice very clearly said to me, 'if you build it he will come.'
the voice was that of a ballpark announcer. as he spoke i instantly envisioned the finished product i knew i was being asked to conceive. i could see thd ark, squarish speakers, like ancient sailors' hats, attached to aluminum-painted light poles that glowed down onto a baseball field, my present position being directly behind home plate. in reality all anyone could see out there in front of me was a tattered lawn of mostly dandelions and quack grass that petered out at the edge of the cornfield perhaps fifty yards from the house. 'anyone' was my wife annie, my daughter karin, a corn-colored collie named carmelita pope, and a cinnamon and white guinea pig named junior who ate spaghetti and sang each time the fridge door opened. karin and the dog were not quite two years old.

.....our house is one of those massive old farm houses, square as a biscuit box, with a sagging verandah on three sides. the floor of the verandah slopes so that marbles, baseballs, tennis balls and ball bearings accumulate in a corner like our cattle clustered with their backs to a storm. on the north verandah is a wooden porch where annie and i sit on humid august nights, sip lemonade from teary glasses, and dream.

.....that first night, immediately afterthe voice and my vision of the ballpark in our field, i did nothing except sip my lemonade a little faster and the rattle the ice cubes in my glass. the vision of the ballpark lingered -- swimming, swaying, seeming to be made of red steam though perhaps it was only the sunset. and i had a vision within my vision: one of shoeless joe jackson playing in left field out by our cornfield.

..... when i finally went to bed, and after annie inched into my arms in that way that she has, like a cat that you suddenly find sound-asleep in your lap, i told her about the voice and i told her that i knew what it wanted me to do. 'oh, love,' she sai, 'if it makes you happy you should do it,' and she found my lips with hers. i shivered involuntarily as her tongue touched mine."

from "shoeless joe jackson comes to iowa,"
winner of a houghton-mifflin literary fellowship award
by w. p. kinsella
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 694
Posted: 7/1/2009 11:25:02 PM
the years have moved away
addition and multipication
only the sum of the numbers now
techno retro gizmo with metro gigs
no suitable or adequate preparation
wait, something has fallen into my lap
it looks like the best of the best
it is so sweet
it's two feet
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 699
expression of friendship
Posted: 7/4/2009 6:41:05 PM
where the magpies go
robins nest at the garage light
listen to my heartbeat
exprssion of friendship is true
and gentle respectful words spoken
for those ears
those beautiful ears
loved with heart and soul expressed
loved without the ropes or safety nets
as the treetops touch only sky
a man can only sigh
blue pacific ocean
sinks the rocks
from days gone by
true color
don't go
for your own tomorrows
granny is loved with the heart of a champion
she is in my world always
moment within moment
touching her sweet hand
a man is honored
knowing the family of a lady
Joined: 6/15/2009
Msg: 704
Wonderings in the dark
Posted: 7/6/2009 2:22:02 AM
Sometimes I think the well has dried,
The water has been swallowed up,
The darkness is like an angry octopus squirting ink.
Maybe I run quickly into the night,
Hands waving frantically,
And eyes bulging in fear.
I always wonder about these moments in my life,
Where all I want to do is take a stab in the dark,
And work that smile out.
Sometimes that moment flees away,
Like a summer's shower in the day.
I breathe in a sigh or two,
And close my eyes thinking of hope.
Ah hope,
That elusive bird with wings of gold.
That flighty ptarmigan with snowy down,
And taste so delicious upon my lips.
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 706
Wonderings in the dark
Posted: 7/6/2009 7:18:12 AM
thank you HazelRose and *~rose~*
a day with new adventures

as the flower opens
there is a journey
the tiny butterfly
finds the flower
that she seeks
the life cycle
is complete
as a man
i too am complete
with clarity and humilty
i find my senses are sharpened
so much love flows in each moment of our life
spend your day wisely through our common sky and earth
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 708
Posted: 7/6/2009 4:12:32 PM
it's the opal moon
in full skirts
dancing into the sky
with the morning sun
drumming his colors
onto the ice peaks.
she dances like this
with an ebony gown
sometimes with a gown
the color of breath
her bare legs
the color of sand
a belt of flowers
around her ankles
she dances with him
as he finds her
in the eastern sky.
they lie down together
as echoes of color
on the glaciers
gathered as cloaks
around high mountain peaks
if you're quiet
you can hear them
making love.
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 711
our origin
Posted: 7/7/2009 7:04:34 AM
as my life's day are spent
there appears the distant horizon
I know not of that world beyond this
my hands cluth to trust and faith
the time of childhood adolescence
middle age in the past
my dream brings the image of my father
I see him looking at me with love
his was a love that was for me
the man who brought about my life
and welcomed me to this world
he had a way of living
that was confident
laughter drinking
gambling women
daily mass
a kind generous man
I feel honored that he came to me in my dream
at a time when his words and his touch are wanted
patience tolerance compassion care clarity gentleness friend
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 713
our origin
Posted: 7/8/2009 8:19:06 AM
trickster is dancing
howling at the moon
he watched from the sidelines
and now nothing is as it was
winds of change give and take
brown fur
pink tongue
eyes on the prize
dogs, coyotes, wolves, men, women
desert rocks with purple light
waterfalls subjected to gravity
mountain lakes blue with depth
calming water take me
take me to the river
redwood groves rich shadows
herds of sheep walk the meadow
baa baa baa
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 715
our origin
Posted: 7/9/2009 8:09:05 AM
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

"I Corinthians 13:4-8"

with you
our gentle walk
green alpine meadow
skin in warm sunshine
warm smiles in my sight
gentle laughter in my ears
as our eyes meet this moment
splashing in water fresh and cool
under our common blue sky
feet carry us through
beside the river
one in peace
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 717
lost cause
Posted: 7/10/2009 8:01:33 AM
space of joy
in the heart of the moment

~Gary Snyder

walking alone
i find a space where
the moments pass and i breathe
treasure of my thoughts
peace secure
golden light of spirit
rest now my son rest
water heron in serenity blue
within the lightness of air
see to the far horizon and know
the woman of my heart lives
she lives
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 721
view profile
no cause is lost!
Posted: 7/11/2009 7:57:02 AM
dear rosie...
there are tears in mine reading of yours....
thank you for sharing your story
in all its truth and gentle beauty....
we both feel this place is real
a deeply nourishing writing community
supporting each other and ever so lovingly...
truly like the opening of a rosebud
hearts are touched when truth is read

Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 722
no cause is lost!
Posted: 7/11/2009 11:55:33 AM
Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Ladysmith=a town
Black = oxen
Isicathamiya traditional music
developed by the workers of
the mines of South Africa
all a capella
sung by men
with the passion
of the human spirit
singing in harmony
with coordinated
expressive body movements
beautiful music from lives
that contained hardship
so beautiful
so loving
so gentle
~God Bless You~
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 726
siempre seremos sus padres
Posted: 7/12/2009 11:35:02 PM
moonlight shining on a midnight lake

sensitive tiny fingers reach this man
crimson blood pumping through my heart
delightful sounds of harmony and rich soul
light green and dark green colors in every shade
on soft earth humus
verticle trees touch the sky
red tail hawks fly in life cycle circles
mice run to hide
old friends join hands
family ring of living trees
deep brown burl
growth rings of time
so many years gone by
soft bark as I hug the tree
deep red cambium
shining silver with endless love
honor the earth
sensuous gold gleams
ancient veins within quartz
majestic blue turquoise water
warm white sand
blue heron stands alone
colored candy apple red toenails
dangling toes erotic to the eye
shadows play
bare feet walk
by the rivers that only I have known
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 729
fugitive pieces...
Posted: 7/13/2009 4:30:05 PM
my 6 year old, red-haired granddaughter, lili, and her dad, brendan, are living in anchorage with bren's mom, micki. i miss lili. tomorrow i will send her a fairy. the fairy is a soaring doll, about a foot tall, with golden hair and real silver wings. she is soaring with one leg lifted as she leaves the earth, and she carries a magic wand with a glistening, silver star at the very tip. this is the note that i wrote to lili that i'll enclose in the box with the fairy (i must ship in a box because fairies don't have the directional instincts of hummingbirds).

my dear, lili ..... when i look into the trees behind my homei can see the light dancing with the shadows. i'm absolutely positive that the light moving among the trees is fairies playing with one another. sometimes the hummingbirds play with the fairies when they all gather in the berry bushes on the slope above my house. and, if i sit on the little deck ..... and sit there very quietly ..... i think that i can hear laughter. i know that the ferries and the birds ..... including the little golden finches ..... are laughing because they are happy so i laugh with them becauswe i am happy, too. the red-cheek berries can't laugh so they nod their heads because they are so happy to be red, like your hair, dear lili.

i love you lili. sometime tell me about your yard. are there fairies in your yard? are the birds happy? so you laugh with them? tomorrow, when the sun is high, i will sing with the humming bees. wait a minute. are humming bees and hummingbirds cousins? love, your pah taw
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 732
Posted: 7/13/2009 10:22:06 PM
like us
she waits
for the arrival
of clearness
to express
the idea
of her life.
are hollow
she knows
without knowing
the truth
or the untruth
and the clarity
to receive
the words.
then words
stand for life
and open doors
to life.
we write them,
we read them,
then we nod
or shake our heads
and go on with
our lives.
Joined: 4/13/2007
Msg: 735
Posted: 7/15/2009 12:57:41 PM

      Perfect days ~

        Two hearts playing in the sun
          One says to the other let run
            Giggles rain slipping & sliding
              Two hearts together no hiding

Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 736
Posted: 7/15/2009 1:25:42 PM
Clear running stream
clear running stream

Your water is light
to my mouth
And a light to my dry body

your flowing
in my ears. free,

flowing free!
With you
in me.

~Gary Snyder
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 737
Posted: 7/15/2009 4:43:25 PM
a peasant's shack
beside the clear river,
the rustic gate
opens on a deserted road.
weeds grow over the public well.

i loaf in my old clothes.
willow branches sway.
flowering trees perfume the air.
the sun sets
behind a flock of cormorants
drying their black wings along the pier.

tu fu (712-770)
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 738
Posted: 7/15/2009 4:54:00 PM
we worked in the tipi for hours
lynne and me.
the sun was high
in a sky of mist.
it was hard to breathe.
several times
we left the stiffling interior
to sit in the shade of hemlock
and doug fir
to sip iced tea
and laugh at ourselves.
williue's brother, patrick,
stopped by to say
that their dad isn't doing too well,
that dad wanted to be
in the saltwater.
"maybe i'll take him
down to the heron spit
that crosses at low tide
to portage island.
dad is a fisherman.
he needs the saltwater
on his feet. should i call willie?"
"maybe," lynne said, "he's fishing
for salmon and then squid
far out the aleutians."
patrick nodded, "yeah, i know."
and left in his old truck.
tonight we'll sit
around a small summer fire
with coast salish women
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 742
Posted: 7/16/2009 5:40:21 PM
eight salish women
gather in the evening
above the sea.
i'm the only male
and white at that.
the late sun is hot,
the sea
like my chest
rising and falling
in the easy air.

we circle around the firepit
in the plains tipi.
lynne lights sage
in an oyster shell
and, one by one,
we brush the smoke
on ourselves.

our bodies
remember the earth,
in that way,
and the natural life
that our culture
is cementing over
and making for sale.

gathered and open
in this way
we bare ourselves
and our stupidity
and remember
our beauty.
there are tears
and laughter
and we gather
simple blankets
around our shoulders
for the evening sea chill
and the great fear
that we live in
for two hours.

we are beautiful
all of us
on the earth
but we mistake
our clothes and our cars,
our fancy homes
and our restaurant meals
for life. they're not life.
they're noise.

lynne builds a fire.
the tipi
and our evening
smoke and deep sighs.
we're happy to be here
and we walk out of
the small circular door
with ourselves,
poor & simple
and in love.

i take the ferry home.
my clothes
and my beard
remember the smoke.
my lovely tears
carry the flavors of smoke
into my mouth
and my heart.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 743
view profile
reflection of.....
Posted: 7/16/2009 8:28:27 PM
we are in a large conference meeting room
all around are Indian wall hangings
floating in the air floating deep voices chanting
and one higher powerful female one

i am at an Amma gathering
i am taking it in
i am letting go
i am receiving
i am giving my attention fully

we are waiting
we are watching
we have driven far
and it is midnight now

we are here to dance
we are here to dance African
in this huge traditional Indian gathering
India Indian
Amma energy
Amma love

it is 1am
the chanting is building in strength
now it changes as her hugging begins
one by one or two by two
she hugs you

it is 2am
it is time to dance
we begin with an Indian chant
as we enter the platformed stage behind her

as stillness grows in meditative repose
suddenly the drum rhythm changes
we jump into strong African movement
rising in energy
rising in fire
rising in joy
releasing into love
offering the dance in love

no longer are we dancing
the dance is dancing us
as Amma keeps hugging

it is 3am
we are in line
we are waiting
moving up single chairs all in a row
this is a meditation in itself
as we come closer energy rises
instructions are spoken softly and clearly

as the one in front moves away
you will come right in front of her
the stool will be moved right behind you
sit down knees straight facing her
a cool tissue is wiped on your face

you do as you are told
quickly she takes you to her bosom
holding you close
you can smell the most heavenly incense
as she holds you and speaks in your ear
you want to give her your pain
you want to release
you release into her hug
she lets go and quickly puts something in your hand
you move away almost in a daze

returning to the small group of dancers
returning to your sisters
you finally look within your hand
to see your gift

a chocolate kiss and a single flower petal

hours later as you drive the two hours home
the most heavenly smell keeps rising
she is still with you
you remember the translation of her whispers in your ear
'my daughter, my dear daughter, my daughter'

last night's journey
Joined: 7/23/2005
Msg: 744
view profile
reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 7/16/2009 8:39:59 PM
Great words of wisdom.
i like your insite.
take care Rick
Joined: 5/26/2009
Msg: 748
reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 7/17/2009 6:42:54 PM
thank you ~*~, your writing is appreciated more than you know

She is a good woman.
She makes no demands.
Her green eyes are uniquely hers

Love is given,
in boulder size portions,
with integrity as true as Coltrane.

Love so clear, like melting snow,
forming a creek and contributing to a river.
A man quietly understands, and he is honored.
Joined: 4/13/2007
Msg: 752
reflection of past year into the future...
Posted: 7/18/2009 7:27:48 AM

      Epiphany ~

        In a moment like a top
          Times momentum stops
            Picturesque tips on ends
              Exposure taken held within
                What mind sets to memories
                  Picture perfect a heart sees
                    Frame of mind a romantic scene
                      Taken to heart upon loves tier
                        Visions held dear bared into seer

Show ALL Forums  > Poems And Quotes  >