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 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 576
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Hi Brizo & Aloysha...loved the poem B how you ended it with your nose and your instinct not letting you forget is very cool. I thought to drop something on Jer, I like to leave cryptic work with him

On Viewless Wings
If you love me let me lie,
once sweetly virgin,
sanguine courses;
sparkling blood of youth,
crippled by collapsing years.

I cannot call blood to heel,
demand an obedient return
to its forsaken chalice.

Shadows concentrate;
fading day gathers promise to itself,
departs without a second glance.

Nesting birds murmur,
finely feathered and
indifferent to my plight;
they click contented beaks,
close slumbering eyes...

Yet, one Summer singer
composed dulcet dreams~
of fluid melody on viewless wings,
from deep within a hidden glade.

Minstrel messenger,
transcending darkling maladies;
your song's a healing balm.

Mortal woes,

sad talismans of lamenting
whose only power is...

......Bequeathed by me;
............given and received
..................without recompense,
........................a flawed covenant.

Rendered, by God's perfect Grace...
Laurel Crowned~Transformed.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 577
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 5/30/2009 7:59:15 AM
A young woman
with some sort of facial
birth defect
paused before crossing
in front of my car.
Noticing me
notice her, she returned my glance
with an “How dare you look at me!”
 pickles51
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 578
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Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 5/31/2009 9:05:06 PM
Visceral fear
irrational yet real
chest pounding
mind blowing
deep breathing
not knowing
I love you
I love you
yet I am leaving you
will you pray
for my return
for my safe
return?

June 1st 2009
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 579
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 5/31/2009 9:12:11 PM
At this crossing, look at me
do not imagine what you see
I have been melted into the ground
Nothing removes my mark, nothing.

discover me..do not imagine/anything.
when I see you, I see your capacity
to love not only me, but the willow
they will bring down...tomorrow.

then at the north end of Kamloops Lake
I left my car in spirit and joined the salvation
I have yearned for beauty, I now am the lake.

The face disfigured is the face that defines love
beyond simple. How about the way I blast
you with my present prescence, my ability
to shake a rebuke into your quiet face?

I am my own guardian, forgive me.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 580
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 5/31/2009 11:37:43 PM
Yes. such a beautiful poem about the lake. Above my computer I have a painted image of Kamloops Lake done by J. Revill. Named ...."Distant Shores". Many a time I came DOWN upon this lake from the the roads that weaved throughout and around Kamloops. Such wonderful, restorative rides. I miss the wind-blown trees.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 581
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 6/1/2009 12:05:08 AM
You are right. Salmon used to come up to the Slocan River. But then whoever said progress is always good? Yet in her altered state Nature still provides me with great peace. I am not a city child and today the sun shone and the mountains held their snow without apology. The Columbia was swelled with runoff. I love the Columbia. I briefly watch her every day I go to work. She still rewards me with eagles and osprey. Yea. I also loved the Thompson River. What a fine, fine lady river.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 582
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 6/1/2009 12:37:37 AM
The ride from Vancouver to Pemberton and then onto the Lillooet Forest District is enough to convince one that you have died and gone to heaven. Have done this ride a couple of times and still wait with bated breath to reach the point that the Coast releases and this district takes command. Yep. Here is to the district of beauty. What a magic mixture. And then the ride to Kamloops, especially in the evening as the sun sets. Yep. But, love the Kootenays, neverthless. Always have.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 583
Ruach Elohim
Posted: 6/1/2009 12:07:45 PM
“Ruach elohim” is mentioned in Genesis: In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

Other translations of “ruach Elohim” are the wind, breath or mind of God.

Conversation is more than blood to me.
It is more like the ruach Elohim
that animates my soul.

Every one of another’s breath
confirms the reality
of this life to me

which otherwise at times
seems like a splendid dish
with one of the essential ingredients
left out.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 584
Ruach Elohim
Posted: 6/5/2009 12:15:52 AM
Please, what is missing?
Here your words are meaning.
What have you forgotten?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 585
Ruach Elohim
Posted: 6/5/2009 9:08:42 AM
Dear 60, I assume you asked that partly in jest? What would be missing from life as a splendid dish would be the animating spice of conversation, if it were absent.

I once imagined my personalized version of Descartes' famous "I think, therefore I am" which in my own case would be I speak, therefore I am

or even more appropriately, I am heard, therefore I am.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 586
Snapshots: 30/Mar/09
Posted: 6/5/2009 9:13:20 AM
but however did I overlook commenting on this


At this crossing, look at me
do not imagine what you see
I have been melted into the ground
Nothing removes my mark, nothing.

discover me..do not imagine/anything.
when I see you, I see your capacity
to love not only me, but the willow
they will bring down...tomorrow.

then at the north end of Kamloops Lake
I left my car in spirit and joined the salvation
I have yearned for beauty, I now am the lake.

The face disfigured is the face that defines love
beyond simple. How about the way I blast
you with my present prescence, my ability
to shake a rebuke into your quiet face?

I am my own guardian, forgive me.


splendid poem!


I see your capacity
to love not only me, but the willow
they will bring down


Oh my! There is what I have come to know and to cherish as your observant, deeply loving self!!!!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 587
Snapshots: 60/June/09
Posted: 6/6/2009 7:46:55 AM
Some mornings are made for loving.
Into the café steps Lise,
the short-order cook,
her ear-length hair
unaccustomedly carefee
along her youthful face.
“You look like a girl!”
I exclaim, and she feigns chagrin.
“I don’t want to be a girl,”
she says. “I’m a woman!”


Later, at a filling station
I infer that the attendant is probably an Arab
or an Irani.
Keefsaha? I say to him
And after he has finished: Shukran
and get a broad, warm smile in return.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 588
Snapshots: 10/June/09
Posted: 6/10/2009 8:01:16 AM
There I was
alone on the terrace
outside the café
on a damp park bench,
knowing that something
was going to happen,
as it always does, and

if nothing happened,
that would be all right, too
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 589
Snapshots: 17/June/09
Posted: 6/17/2009 7:56:07 AM
I love this poetry thread; I do tend to skim and avoid the epics posted.... I tend to look for the small gems here... like these last two. When you say snapshots; I feel that and see it. Just a small picture in the day. For anyone. Thanks again for the morning meditation.


I'll try.... (I have not been writing so I think "rusty" is an understatement)


as I ran from mallet to wicket
I hurried to check the pot on the side burner
the grill waited searing grease from yesterday
he waited patiently with ball under foot
I returned in partial haste
he sent me with a solid strike back to the Q
I decided to cook without an apron

his feet picked up wet grass and pine needles as he came to the porch
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 590
Snapshots: 17/June/09
Posted: 6/17/2009 12:10:26 PM
Can't say that I followed the situation perfectly but I could see your poetic muscles rippling. Dude!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 591
Snapshots: 17/June/09
Posted: 6/17/2009 10:11:05 PM
I agree with Intenzity. I like your snapshot gems very much!!
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 592
Snapshots: 17/June/09
Posted: 6/18/2009 12:11:34 AM

Yes I agree total annihilizing rationality to decide to cook without an apron unless you weld for a living as I or Tony

I cannot run without more

I cannot run without sitting:

run come sit

mi can you believe it man

u too can run come sit talk to me
tell me I know

you you can believe now how city can cerish grass left alone a lot
on a lot on and on
so as to become a diversion

nary spectacle so juicy like



I'm not very skilled poetically in a formal sense. You seam to have a style that is perplexing to me. I'm wondering if it is based perhaps in flarf. An interesting concept in it's own regard. I had a professor last year that was the founder.....

the poem I wrote was a bit abstract I'm afraid.... (sorry ) I was just writing about playing croquet with my son and cooking brats on the BBQ..... thanks for bearing with me :)

nothing too intellectual
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 593
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Snapshot June 18, 2009
Posted: 6/18/2009 1:33:23 AM
awakening
light barely showing through trees
early birds rising to greet the day
hearing movement in the chimney
familiar sounds of my uninvited guest
as the baby racoon calls softly for his mother
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 594
Snapshot June 18, 2009
Posted: 6/18/2009 6:56:21 AM

awakening
light barely showing through trees
early birds rising to greet the day
hearing movement in the chimney
familiar sounds of my uninvited guest
as the baby racoon calls softly for his mother


I love the way this moves from the random, objective sights and sounds to the presumption of what the baby raccoon is doing.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 595
Snapshot June 18, 2009
Posted: 6/19/2009 5:48:12 AM

U mew U mw Y me double you


There are two schools of thought about this but the other one has been pretty authoritatively disproven,
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 596
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Snapshot June 19, 2009
Posted: 6/19/2009 4:16:02 PM
purring, cooing
screeching, calling
scratching, climbing
loud thump falling....

four cat ears stand up
sleeping in my lap....

 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 597
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Snapshot June 19, 2009
Posted: 6/20/2009 8:46:46 PM
letting go

the quality of the light
always dimmed
for your comfort
afternoon golden

your consciousness surfaced
the dust moats
floating like molecules
suggesting timelessness

but the sight
of you diminished
and ragged sound
informed my instinct

and so I tried
to summon goodbye
blind, turned toward my voice
you held my arms

and the noble triangle
of your face
reduced to prime
remains my snapshot
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 598
Snapshot June 19, 2009
Posted: 6/23/2009 12:49:58 PM
Thank you for the preceding, Brizo. As always, I admire the economy and directness of your language.
 intenzity
Joined: 6/8/2009
Msg: 599
Snapshot June 30, 2009
Posted: 6/30/2009 5:12:20 AM
something clicked in me with the mewing post

(when my kids were little and I didn't have time to just be)

Mew Two:

he was a pokemon I think; or she
I raised many children to sift
between reality and battles between electronic terrorists

now his is only a cat laying sideways in the trash
nothing more than a burger king laxative from a fresh big kid meal
wishing I paid more for a hot grill and some family time
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 600
Snapshot June 30, 2009
Posted: 6/30/2009 8:25:21 AM
Trulio, Intenzity: Thank you both for your posts... Jer
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