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|Thank you manly |
Posted: 6/13/2009 6:46:12 AM
|Wonderful write best kept secret! I loved it. |
Manny there is always such awesome poetry by your fireside. This is something I recently wrote for a contest; Icarus~~~The Ceremony of Innocence Drowned in Free Verse.
Father, I fell in your shadow,
your shaded brilliance overlaid
every compass point of my life.
I haven't your talents;
the gods do not love me.
Athena weaves no passion
to fill my shell-curved ear.
The palace of Minos
breeds not ingenuity but beauty
and obedience, as plentiful
as the phallic columns of white marble.
There I learned to bow low,
with a pleasing, humble countenance.
Something never required of you
--star-crowned of heaven--
casting your fate over kings
and kingdoms; careless
of royal pomp and pageantry,
drunkenly inhaling the gods' exhale.
The cunning gods tempted me to excess;
I was teased to Olympian heights, caught and
cauterized by the Cloud-Gatherer's thunderbolt,
when light-bearing Aether abandoned me.
Oh faithless feathers,
how glorious your flight!
Caressed by Aether's pure air
into weightless being...until
melted wax wings bleed pinions, and
weighted, they spiral the upper sky.
I paid the price for your fame and folly;
consecrated, sacrificed for safe passage
to the Trident of the ocean;
Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer~
rider of azure sea-foam horses...
I cried as I fell, “Father, please save me!”
But you could not hear, your anointed ears
both deaf and dumb to earthly concerns;
so distracted by divine emanations
that Poseidon swallowed me whole,
plunging me to my own fame.
The Sea and land to bear my name;
where you, deep-mouthed, screamed pain,
holding your child's broken body,
ancient oceans trapped in my eyes.
Posted: 6/13/2009 7:20:21 AM
|Ahhhhh PM...such artistry! Such beauty in written words. Exquisite free verse PM. Absolutely loved this write. Thank you for sharing such wonderful works of wordssmithing here at the fireside. |
Posted: 6/13/2009 7:36:03 AM
|Oh thank you so much Manny for your kind words, I'm still learning how to sing. What a treat you gave me this brightened morning, that you liked this poem.|
Posted: 6/13/2009 11:25:34 AM
I'm still learning how to sing.
Awesome, Awesome! As long as we breath...we are all still learning! What a great place you have set up here manly....both school and practice...and if we're lucky, an occasional gold star....but just to know that is not the prize we try to seek...it is the thought-to-page release! 's
Posted: 6/13/2009 11:44:24 AM
|Thank you BKS|
This is not my thread,
it is not my home, my place,
it is our thread,
just to roam,
to make others
to an open
an open mind,
to offer an ear,
the only star
that is given here
for you all
make this thread
what it is...
a place where
fills the air,
warms the soul!
Posted: 6/13/2009 6:03:22 PM
|love does fill the air here|
and fire so warms the soul
a haven and sanctuary
where writing poetically
is released virtually
for all of us to see
gratitude to you, dear manny,
for your being such generous
and loving company
for all who come
to sit by the fire
that you tend so selflessly
keeping a warm, loving chair
for all who enter here....
Posted: 6/13/2009 8:09:08 PM
|Thank you D for such lovely sentiments. You are a big part of this family, and I am honored to have you as a friend and Fireside companion/writer.|
In those dark hours
in sad lament,
I came to you,
your arms held
my trembling heart,
till our vibrations
mixed into one,
our tears filling each,
side by side,
in rivers of soul
you loved me through
breathing life into the pain,
rhythm in our hearts,
the healing garden
Posted: 6/13/2009 8:29:19 PM
|Always feeling comfy here....coming to put my feet up again..... :)|
Tree of Strings
Like Willow branches swaying
distorted through these eyes
next, a moment saw me there
among a Tree of Strings stood I
At each string's end held an essence
some with the glint of dangling tears
while some of them held laughter
in bellows of abandoned care
Some held loss and confusion
others content in their dusty haze
I saw too many, holding anger
but the ones of Love held them at bay
I felt string-songs hum, and auras
as they flowed and swept my brow
touching each, I felt me in them
wishing to pull the sad ones down
To my surprise was born a fragrance
representing encountered souls
some now known and some in passing
some of joy and some of woe
Then the breeze that sways emotions
grew and quickened, clacking words
words on strings that I had forgotten
and ones I should have never cursed
In all the clatter and scent of wakings
I spun 'round from a dizzy surge
entwined in all around, then bound
when sudden flew a rainbow bird
Calm and hopping top the branches
He chirped out these profound words
All these have delivered you,
but you are still yet to be...
On the strings, effects and choices
and the Tree, was me
Posted: 6/13/2009 8:38:27 PM
|Bravo....Bravo....Bravo!! C'est magnifique ma cherie!! |
One of the finest writes I have ever seen you pen! I sooooo love the title too! Thank you dear friend, for being such a special part of this fireside. The fire is crackling tonight!
Posted: 6/14/2009 9:04:10 AM
| Women's Interests |
White water rafting..........she's a squirter!
Camping....a place to bury the body! Collect insurance!
Sunbathing....likes to show it off!
Walking on the beach....tropical vacation [show me the money!]
A real man....Run like he*l!
Fast cars....attention seeker!
singing....Bob's at it again!
sex...she's not that into you!
man of substance...she already smoked hers!
Fishing....she's a swinger!
Motorcycles....high risk to reoffend!
Horseback riding....don't touch that saddle horn!
Cuddling...look, but don't touch!
this is just for fun and giggles folks.
Posted: 6/14/2009 9:14:59 AM
|I couldn't agree more BKS... chills or using my spine as a race track...|
Posted: 6/14/2009 11:52:33 AM
we're such complex creatures!
LOVE the first one!!!
Posted: 6/14/2009 3:10:02 PM
|Big fat droplets fall|
The children run out to capture a taste.
No need to scold their carefree hearts
No need to grow up with such haste
For after all,
Children must play
Be it in cow manure or rain...
Chocolate covered smiles
Embracing the pureness of the sky
They won't always be little
A tear comes to my eye.
Posted: 6/14/2009 4:23:07 PM
hiking..........hoping to get a gal who loves all these and looks good in daisy dukes.
golfing.....after the fist year, later babe.
conversation....naw, shoot no......thinks that's what a woman want to hear
thunderstorms.....hopes to find a woman who will need comforting
kissing.....heck, it might to lead to sex!
red wine.....heck, it might lead to sex!
holding hands on the beach....heck, it might lead to sex on the beach!
cooking.....might lead to seductive food eating and sex!
photography.....might lead to naky pics and sex!
fitness.... ....maybe for the gal he'll long-term it with.....but not necessary if there will be sex!
(Just having fun too, mr. manl)y.....
Posted: 6/14/2009 4:23:17 PM
|you are the storm|
the succulent drops
gathering on the leaves
slowly sliding off
as your weight grows heavy
you are the clouds
releasing the rain
tracing your path
to the ground
over and over again
you are your porch
offering a place
for you to watch
and witness the storm
feeling the cool mist of the goddess
you come inside to get warm
into the room with many others
sitting by the fire your brothers, sisters,
children, fathers, mothers...
you are the hearth
watching the fire spark
and dance so freely
up the chimney
into the air flying heavenly
you are your thoughts
your mind now empty
you are the beating heart
the soul's rhythm in the body
you are it all
the rise and fall
of so much energy
all that you see
all that you be
you are me
written earlier this year with several edits added here....
Posted: 6/14/2009 5:28:40 PM
|Hmmmm...looks like someone has "sex" on the brain!....and for once?....it's NOT me!! |
thanks sweety, really love your follow up. And that write above?? Just fabulous! Love the rhythm, the flow, and the build up!
Excellent write my dear friend!
Posted: 6/14/2009 7:02:50 PM
|Just pullin silly lillies|
from the planted ground
adding them to others
from here, I have found
Someone sowed the seeds
which spread dripping down
could not help the dribble
but the giggles got me now ;)
weARE1...you must have slipped in right after me! Great beautiful words!
Posted: 6/14/2009 7:09:03 PM
|She looks up Love in the book of words|
but doesn't understand
she cannot find a picture
of her ideal man
yet underneath redemption
her Angel could be found
now she just has to learn to fly
in order to be heaven bound.....
What does a woman want
(What doesn't a woman want)
from a man?
Can it be summed up
contrite and to the point?
Or does it take
a novel's breadth
from a broken heart?
Posted: 6/14/2009 7:45:34 PM
|Jae...wonderful words sweety. Excellent write! How nice to see you here again. Hope you drop by more often. You know you are welcome here anytime.|
Now I must get my beauty sleep. night all!
Posted: 6/14/2009 8:26:07 PM
|Sex? Did someone say sex? Here at the Fireside???? |
OK, just for my buddy Dale...
Know what Sex on the rocks is?..................Damned uncomfortable!
Know what a Cooley is? ..........a quickie in the snow.
And a boobi ? .....That's a guy that sticks his head into a bee hive and yells... Boo Bee!
(and you thought it was gonna be dirty!)
Then I read this a quote from Dale .....
<div class="quote">Just fabulous! Love the rhythm, the flow, and the build up! And he said it was not him that had sex on his mind...hmm...
But I agree... I think sex is fabulous too. The rhythm, the flow and the build up from fore play.
Hey, if I can't write those beautiful poetic words as some of you do, does not mean I can't enjoy and come here to at least try to be funny
Hmmm? Sex at the Fireside here a the pond... Things that make you go hmmmm.
By theway, Have any of you ladies tried the new doggie bra? Yep, it makes pointers out of setters!
Or maybe the new rawhide bra....Heads em up and moves em out!
Back to your normally scheduled program. Just had to stop by and say hi to my buddie Dale.
Posted: 6/14/2009 8:55:01 PM
|Gonna miss ranting to no one|
Yet everyone all at once
Gonna miss leaving my little bullshit sob stories
That I don' t even believe
On this stupid page
For all to read
Because I love to write lies
I do it all the time
Can't hardly say them out loud
My eyes tell all...
But, on paper it's easy
No one to really call
Me out on my childish ways
Make me accept responsibility
Open the rusty cage
And bring the truth out of me
And even when it is the truth
I disguise it with simple undertones
Even when I'm dead in love
You'll only know of the crocodile bones
I choose to oil and sand
Choose to make me make a stand?
This poem ****ing sucks...
Can't write for shit these days
Keep thinking about some brown eyed man
What was it the song did say?
Been a whole lotta good women
Shed a tear
Over a brown-eyed handsome man
Who isn't even my type
If there ever were such a thing
Because seems like ten seconds into it
Someone's wanting to put a ring
On my damn finger
For all to see
So they can claim
To have control over me
But it drives me away
Makes me want to play
With that sexy bad man
He's not too far down the road
Wanna crawl in bed with him
And let him shoot a big ole... well you know
Dammit Sarah Jane
You never did listen
Just go after what you like
Go after what you're missing
But every time I like someone
They are usually totally wrong
Just the fact that I care at all
Tells me something must be going on
But who am i kidding
If I had him
I wouldn't want him
Because all this love shit
is just me fronting
Too scared to find it
That close to home
Would rather be reckless
And have an excuse to roam
Tearing down the highway
In the middle of the night
Trying not to smoke any cigs
My buddy Mary Jane helps to ease the fight
And I get there
And he's perfect
And it's stupid
But damn it's worth it
But never again
will I go down that lane
Just to give some ***hole
A shot at my flame
For it's too strong of a fire
To be messed with and tossed around
Too strong of a love
To be thrown on the ground...
Wouldn't have it any other way
Except complicated, hard, and mean
Wouldn't stand to see the day
When he's actually in love with me
'Cuz then it will be old
My love that can't be sold
And I'll lose this perfect fantasy
I create in my mind of him and me...
makes me hate them
Mysteries turn me on
Please don't ever solve this riddle
I like the way we get it on...
Posted: 6/15/2009 4:07:57 AM
free flow poetry
written with honesty
this one hides nothing
shows you are trusting
us with your truth
and we honour you
in all that you do
in all that you write
and all that's unspoken too
as happens here with everyone
who comes to sit and warm their bum :)
Posted: 6/15/2009 4:41:52 AM
|Jimmy!...how the he*l are ya??|
Hey folks, let me introduce an old friend from wayyyyyyyy back! OK, not THAT far back! Take a bow Jimmy! If ya wanna know anything about this is yer man! He use to run a tackle shop...NO not football! Thanks for the hoot my friend, join the harem room!
BKS...you're always a hoot! Thanks sweety
Sarah...what a beautiful and honest sharing...straight from the heart! Thank you so much for your openness. Very refreshing.
WeareI...thank you for your lovely writes also. And for being part of this family at the fireside.
Ok...back to my morning coffee!
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