|not a short poem....a journeyPage 4 of 25 (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)|
|we met in person|
a month from when our time began
at least we thought in this lifetime....
I found your poetry
then seeing your profession
intuition set in
knowing it would be
in harmony with mine....
so I wrote you a line
only to find
you had been dreaming of me
for two months wrapping me up
in your fantasy....
but your words seemed true
and I believed you
thinking you could see me...
see my essence
see my Spirit
see my heart and soul
maybe especially because
you connected with my poetry
writing of things spiritually
like one'ness and unity....
and so we planned a time to meet
even though it was a difficult feat
yet you made the trip
not just up the street
but needing to fly through the sky
and land in my space....
a foreign place to you
as it was equally foreign for me
to have you as my company....
a five day visit was planned
including a dance performance of mine
and one of the monthly gatherings
with my spiritiual community....
plus I wanted to really show you
all the incredibly beauty
of this paradise surrounding me....
I wanted to bring you here
to share my sanctuary....
but you were essentially
a stranger to me
and I could feel it
in my energy....
adrenalin kept rising
in between eyes that were smiling
hoping and feeling something here
was really part of our destiny....
for three days things were heavenly
even though my nerves did show
but by the end of day three
after a beautiful and healing day
with my spiritual community
we entered a state of disharmony
rising completely unexpectedly
showing us disturbingly
how incompatible we could be....
and yet I believe in unity
and that all things contain beauty
even if temporarily disguised
by falling into lower levels of ego's pride
which can ultimately rise
and show areas each person must know
where healing is needed to go....
but sadly that night
started a break with that gentle fight
showing we both wanted to be right
and honestly filled me with insight
knowing our path would not be easy
if either of us did not take responsibility
for our own state of subjectivity....
if one or both of us blamed the other
then I knew this friendship was not
what I was looking for
and my guts told me
a relationship inevitably
might not be in store....
and so the peace and joy
that had been so strong
at times in our visit
even though if felt exquisite
seemed to be overshadowed
by the moments that did not belong
as I longed desperately to make sense
of our connection
that had become way too intense....
we went to the herring run
the last day of our fun
and shot pictures galore
showing so many gulls
and fish at their mercy....
the fish striving so hard
instincts pushing them
way beyond the ordinary
so many gulls calling with glee
catching herring effortlessly....
it really was quite a frenzy....
and there were we
witnessing this incredible
journey of nature's story
seemingly completely happy
believing harmony had really
returned in our energy....
the next day we said goodbye
a part of each of us
for we had done well
in our five days of heaven
and a little hell
bringing things from a state of fantasy
into one of reality....or so it seemed to me....
strengthening our feeling of unity....
but sadly, as the days and weeks passed
following all we did on that visit of discovery
the disharmony you could see
apparently grew like voodoo....
those moments of lack of unity kept rising in you
preventing you from seeing and feeling the beauty
preventing you from seeing and feeling the essence of me
still the same person who had written all that poetry
that first attracted you to me spiritually....
so slowly the connection unravelled
and pieces of our cord broke
as the magic I had so believed in
was alarmingly being buried
by the false reality of ego's fall
and I was getting blamed for it all....
it took a month from when we first wrote to meet
and another month after to unravel the pain from laughter
and to see, incredibly sadly, we were not meant to be
even though I know truly our connection was strong
and had the potential to develop into a relationship
that would be long
if only we could have really
been able to love unconditionally....
and so the lessons and blessings continue
in everything we do
and I pray one day I learn
to honour only what's real and true
and not let the little things get to me as they do....
also to see when fantasy is too strong
so when reality hits, it's needed for balance
and not let it end the courtship and sense of romance
if both people are truly coming from friendship...
oh yes, all aspects of our journey
lead us home to truly know
we are all ways in unity
wherever we travel
whether in our hearts
so I continue
in my exploration of love
knowing everyone and everything is filled with blessing
from the Source of all below, within, and above
|In My Back Yard|
Posted: 6/13/2009 4:28:41 AM
|^^what an exquisite verbal vision|
of the beauty of your garden!!!
thank you for sharing not only
all that is happening in your exterior
but also showing the beauty
of your interior too....
floating down the river, indeed....
the essence found in your wonderful line....
"....I hear, I live, I breathe the life that unfolds around me....."
|Love is it's only reward|
Posted: 6/21/2009 7:17:11 AM
|wishing you a loving father's day, riv! |
and thanking you for writing your poems above....
indeed, we do need to take responsibility and speak out for our rights
both in this country and any other that does not respect the people and planet.
but hearing of your woodstove adventure, thought to share this one with you....
my reality with a baby raccoon.....
loud thump falling....
four cat ears stand up
sleeping on my lap....
coming from my chimney
as it continues talking
while doing gymnastics....
soon a tuckered out baby
will sleep soundly
until its mother returns....
then it all deepens
and amplifies in stereo
Posted: 6/29/2009 2:10:07 PM
J. S. Ogle
Fly with me!
My hands, grasp.
Fade from this world
As we travel through
Time and Space down
What seems to be
A long,dark, tunnel.
Faster! Faster! Faster we trek.
Thin beams of light pass
As we approach and accelerate
Beyond the speed of light.
Everything once known ss now insignificant
For the Universe is ours to claim.
Posted: 7/13/2009 1:26:13 AM
|Adrift on a sea of |
That lazily moves
By soft zephyrs.
To faraway places.
Colour filled dream
Comes to mind.
Deepest red roses
Purple and pink violets.
Lily of the valley
All adrift in a perfumed paradise-
Mother nature's magnificent garden
CRH 13 July 2009
|Does Nature Rhyme|
Posted: 7/23/2009 9:18:59 PM
July 2009 CRH
Hi Riv...your writes are awesome...take care... Rose
|Tinkle the Ivories|
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:36:39 PM
so moved...no words, but gratitude to you....and your dad.
|Hope You Will Not Leave Tonight|
Posted: 7/29/2009 5:19:53 PM
|Hope you will not leave tonight,|
and stay with me forever.
If this relationship is wrong
does not matter anymore.
Hope you will not leave tonight,
but you quickly disappeared
to live in a different world and
be with someone else.
i wrote this in high school, based on the chorus of one of my favorite cantopop songs.
Posted: 7/29/2009 9:14:19 PM
|for the last year and a half|
i've been working with our elders
helping them be
though their minds won't set them free
except when it comes to their memory.....
those memories most faint
are the ones acquired most recently,
but moving back chronologically
the ones from early age
are the ones still contactable
like reading and writing
and eating and speaking....
and then those also go
along with their thinking
and they know they're in trouble
and it makes them angry
to be so confused
when their clarity they really lose.....
oh we forget....
and then we forget we have forgotten
and we go to the bathroom
over and over and over again
enslaved to our mind
telling our body
forgetting we're really
losing our memory.....
it is a hard place to be
but if i smile at you
and treat you sincerely lovingly
i delightfully can see
you smiling back at me
with love in your eyes
and still some surprise
when your body tells you
you must rise
and head once again
to turn the light off
and on again
for without a memory
everything is temporary
sending you strength....knowing your love is limitless
Posted: 7/31/2009 6:34:05 PM
|A friend in Australia sent this to me. Writer is unknown. Hugs to everyone caring for loved ones. You are all tranquilrose|
Very Special Poem
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland . The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet:
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses................What do you see?
What are you thinking......When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman..........................Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,......................With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food ............... And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice.......'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice ..........The things that you do,
And forever is losing .....................A stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, .............. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, .............. The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?......... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,.....You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am .......................As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ................... As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten..............With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters.......................Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen ...................With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now ..................... A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, ................... My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows ............... That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,..................... I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide ............... And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,.................... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other..................... With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons..............Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me.....................To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more,...................Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,................... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,.......................My husband is dead,
I look at the future,.............................I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .................Young of their own,
And I think of the years.......... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman......................... And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age ............................. Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,..................... Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone.................... Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass................ A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,...................... My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,.......................... I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living.............................. Life over again.
I think of the years..................... All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact......................That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,.............................Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;..........Look closer......see,.....ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within....
we will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM.
IT WILL OPEN HEARTS
Posted: 8/1/2009 2:58:51 AM
|yes....as tears rise in my eyes....|
this is how i see every one of the elderly
i care for.....in the women especially....i see me
and i do get a vision of many when they were 23
or 33....and sometimes it's the most ancient and wise
that i see.....caring for the elderly....
for our elders are us....always...
our elders show our destiny.....
our elders show our history of humanity....
and so sadly, so often...our inhumanity....
our elders carry the torch of our unity
even as their life force is slowing of energy
creating a twisted and frail and very thin body
along with their minds losing much of their memory
but that is no reason to not see them compassionately
for when you look in their eyes their Spirit thrives
and after living such long and amazing lives
it is our profound God given duty to honour them truly
Posted: 8/1/2009 7:30:21 AM
|grampa john vv|
lived a grimey, blue collar life
with the sun in his eyes.
grampa john was a happy man.
he floated, like we have for generations,
from new york to pennsylvania
to toledo where he worked
in a smokey, sweltering factory.
i was told that every day when he left his work
he smiled when he crossed the street
and went home to the spice bar,
a tavern not as loud or hot
as the factory of broiling steel
and iron platens slamming iron plates.
the men were loud in the spice bar.
i was told that grampa john,
sitting at the bar sipping schooners
of nickle beer, made men laugh,
listened to their stories
and broke up their fights, and
sat on his stool
sipping his rosary of cheap stroh's beer.
many years after he retired
and ran a 5 acre farm
with a coarse ozark mountain woman.
they had pigs and chickens and corn.
when that life ended he moved in with us
in a new neighborhood
and hung out in the jeep tavern
across the street from the willys jeep plant.
i was told that he was called the mayor
of the jeep tavern by the men who hung out there.
the morning in march that he died
i was 9 years old and loved my gramps.
he was sitting in a chair in the living room
with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
when i was hustled past him by my mother,
sent off to school and away from the inevitable.
as i passed him the mayor looked at me,
he winked and then he smiled.
i never saw him again
except in my heart.
|Short Poem ( I guess}|
Posted: 9/18/2009 4:19:57 AM
|I once heard a story from a dear friend|
which hauntingly drew me in.....
she had only recently lost her mum
for cancer had taken her quickly
and though she was not a warm motherly woman
from beyond this realm she called my friend.....
for years their relationship had been strained
abusive she was beyond all reason
but in the end a message she did send....
for in that call through the wind that blew
was played just a tune my friend knew....
it was the one thing her mother had shared
the one memory she held of loving moments when she cared
when she taught her daughter this one tune on the piano
and so when the phone rang and all she heard
was that tune through the windy sound
something caught my friend from beyond
for she just knew it was her mother around.....
now many wanted to not believe
such a thing could happen
but my friend was convinced most assuredly
and then it happened again quite unbelievably.....
not six months after her mother had passed
her father followed suit also from cancer
shocking my friend and her family
having hoped their years with him would still be many.....
but within a short time after his passing
her phone rang one day when no one was home
and so her answer machine started recording.....
my ears did hear the message from that day
again just a song was played
from long ago when her father was young
going back to the days when my dear friend's life had just begun.....
I will never forget the sound of that call
as if from so far away
but all who heard the message when played
were blown away by the miracle of it all....
and so dear riv
when I read your words
of your call shared above
where all there was
was that song playing
immediately what came to me
was this story...
so just maybe.....
well, you know what I'm going to say....
it just may have come from another realm
as unbelievably as that may sound
|I Don't Want The Top Of The Mountain|
Posted: 9/18/2009 7:38:57 AM
| Floating Down River, I can so much respect what you are feeling.|
Wishing you all the blessings I can muster, and your family too!
The poem posted by Tranquilrose........."Crabby old woman" was a real Gem!
I am a nurse and this poem so surely touched my heart my friend.
Everything I have read here was wonderful!
the one we thought
we would finally
becomes an extension
of our lives
Caring and giving
back to those
who loved us so
truely and dearly
It is like a sweet, sweet
melody that rings
Our hearts become
Our shoulders become
Our Souls begin to
understand the true
meaning of life!
|thanks for your beating heart|
Posted: 9/29/2009 12:02:45 AM
|with each breath|
life lives you
as you row silently
through its fluid landscape
through its wondrous skyscape
breathing the love
that fills the air
with each breath
Posted: 10/2/2009 2:58:58 AM
|A poem I written years ago about my exboyfriend.|
He's dark handsome mysterious,
with the sent of nautica cologne.
His breathe has the smell of
When he breathes against you,
its like fireflies dancing on your skin.
His passionate kisses promising,
he'll be yours for all eternality.
With you knowing you'll be his for
Having the feeling of his breathe,
and kisses he gives you for your
|Another Rainy Day Poem|
Posted: 10/11/2009 5:52:28 AM
|it is not selfishness |
to speak of one's weariness
when you're giving so much
back to those who helped us grow
for some acts of love don't show
in ways anybody knows
until they get a sense
through your presence
that you care so deeply
seeing from your history
love is the greatest energy
that moves us beyond
the temporary confines
of body and mind
reaching from the heart
teaching love is that vital part
connecting all space and time
Posted: 10/14/2009 3:34:34 AM
|on a hummingbird's wing|
your father does soar
guided with sacred love
you could not have given any more
he knew this so deeply
feeling the support of his beautiful family
brought him more joy than ever before
guiding his life to his last breath
guiding his passage now in his after death
dearest riv, and all your sisters and brothers,
sending love and special prayers for your mother
presently in a state of limbo
and yet I suspect somewhere she does know
that where your father is now leading
she will be sure to follow
for in health they lived raising all of you
now in his passing his love will shine through
entering the magnificance of the sky
lifted high on a hummingbird's wing
he's free now to be the light
while angels gather and sing
Posted: 10/30/2009 1:17:52 AM
Extending caring compassion
May your memories sustain you
As your dear one
Free from pain
In God's eternal garden
|The Eyes of a Child|
Posted: 11/17/2009 4:55:05 AM
|'A child arrived just the other day,|
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay...' *
the day we all let the children in us come out to play
will be a wonderful day indeed!
like a garden needs the earth and rain to grow
our spirit feeds our inner children, you know,
helping us all to see the beauty our souls have come to be
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*first three lines of that wonderful song 'Cats in the Cradle' by Harry Chapin
|The Eyes of a Child|
Posted: 11/17/2009 12:36:04 PM
|the ancient oak leaning|
with leafless fingers
she reaches to the earth.
inside her the seasons
wait their turns. inside her
is the knowledge of the child
inside her, of the stories
inside her. in my mind
spring is possible
everyday. inside me
are stories waiting to be told.
she and i comrades, each of us
alone, each of us together.
open the fence gate.
Posted: 12/6/2009 10:52:41 AM
|floating sometimes freely|
feeling supported in safety
sometimes caught in currents deep
tossing and tumbling off our feet
the sea drowns us without pity
as the world sometimes seems empty of her humanity
so often happens with the illusion of separation
when we forget at our core is our unity
when we forget we have such a store of empathy
when we choose to close our heart and body
and lose our ability to be friendly....
yet we carry the seeds to open again
and, like a flower, to blossom
|Get On The Dog, The Greyhound Race Again|
Posted: 1/3/2010 5:10:04 AM
|it is a new year|
a new decade
so let's set the stage
with a new set...a new page...
a new set of beliefs
releasing the thiefs
that have taken our energy
let's start the year
holding very dear
those far and near
for we know any moment
we might lose our life here
sending you a new year wish for happiness riv!
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