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Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 223
REVERSING THE SPELLPage 3 of 37    (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)

ahh sunoir, that was exquisite ..... you are a gentle rain on my parched land

even the most ordinary day
the bustle of life going on
the reassuring tempo of the banal
the same facades, routines
people seem to thrive
never living on that shore
i know too well
where blood pours in on the tide
just a fish out of water
wetting the sands of misery,
hurling tears at a numb world
watching the distant horizon
where one lone sail
drifting serenely appears
that icon of mercy
and salvation
not mine
not ever mine

yes I be
I exist here
but i do not
with the tide of life
with the flow of love
tidaling in the
shimmering pool
of my soul
your golden prow
will never plunge my depths
your silver breath
will never fill my sails

How you can be at once so transcendentally at peace - and yet so despondent and/or self depreciating!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 226
Posted: 7/6/2008 4:32:28 AM

Five am, the ghosts have just left
the almost day is idling
time is fractured by rustling leaves
patiently waiting to be
brilliantly green again
simply stated, there is nothing to state
the dew is kissing the bouganvilleas awake
the fireflies are dancing out the night
and i am the empress of dawn
a summer song of languid hours
now ripening in a newborn light

How is that in some poems, such as this one, even "the / is / and " etc. seems to be CHARGED with freaking poetry? My God, this is good, Silver!!! "The Empress of dawn" reminds me of one of my favourite poems, by Wm Carlos W. Guess which one?

"simply stated, there is nothing to state" and yet the angels are even now dancing around singing that line to the stars!!!!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 228
Posted: 7/6/2008 10:15:22 AM
I suppose this one

Danse Russe
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,--
If I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt around my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely...”

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
Wm Carlos Williams

is chopped liver?

C'mon, please don't do that "I wish I was half the poet" stuff! I do pretty much the best I can do with what I got - and you damned well do the same with yours!
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 229
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Posted: 7/6/2008 10:33:25 AM
ah, that poem is my favorite one by makes me smile every time....

I would guess WCW had more than a little "sprite in you"....

While I admire your modesty, silverswan, you are a very, very good poet....
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 231
Posted: 7/6/2008 5:41:34 PM
oh crap, don't get me started again.....I am a middling, mediocre wanna-be-poet for a semi-intelligent aging miscreant who wasted her intelligence and life on trying to change another human human being, spending far too much time on anger, wasting far too much time in despair.... I am NOT a real poet, i write nice little words sometimes but truly do not have the true blue goods, the poetic vision and sensibility and proper tools and craft.... i come close to it, as most of us do, but i do not write good poetry. it is mediocre at best and will do for this's not like we are here on Valhalla, someplace lofty and sacred, we are on POF for goodness sakes, not even a literary web site, a scummy, scurrilous corner of the internet...

Nominations are hereby invited for the Second POF B/S of the Week Award, the preceding having run (not walked) away with the first of these... If ONLY all those who seek to legislate what Poetry Is and Is Not would save their breath for something a whole lot more useful, like smoking!

All I can see of truth in your manifesto is that YOU do not feel YOUR poetry is as good as you would like it to be, as good as Williams or Yeats or Eliot or Lowell or whomever you genuinely admire...

And that last bit, where you characterize POF, is just plain, well, uncharitable to the rest of us -- and to yourself!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 232
Posted: 7/6/2008 6:11:53 PM
Could Swansome be a first-born, as I am, and when people have sometimes suggested that I'm too hard on myself, I ask them: "If I don't do it, who will?
Joined: 4/24/2008
Msg: 235
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Posted: 7/6/2008 8:49:42 PM
Reversing the spell
Taking away the pain
Beginning all over again

Reversing the spell
So carefully set
Not sure whether to walk or go by jet

Reversing the spell
Trying to talk calm
Keep cool no need for alarm

Reversing the spell
Doesn't feel quite right
Keep trying from dawn till night

Reversing the spell
Throw out all the clutter
Become free like a butterfly flutter

Reversing the spell
Get rid of the old
Enjoy warm rays from the sun so gold

Reversing the spell
The frowns are less
Making sense of all the mess

Reversing the spell
Starting to smile
Gonna go that country mile

Reverse the spell
Breathe in the fresh air
Meet life head on, reach out and care
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 237
Posted: 7/7/2008 2:57:35 AM

jer, i said POF is a scummy little pond, for the small minded nitwits who patrol it, monitor it, the creator of cheesy little styrofoam androgenous marshmallow people with nary a soul, that hot babe bursting blatant sexuality is a gift who in their right mind would pro-offer to anyone?

I dunno, this sounds a fair bit like the place where I live, called “Planet Earth.”

yes, my poetry is not meeting a certain standard and level of excellence , for i am just an aging woman who only has the resources and strength to light one small candle ....

But would you rather be the sad, sad guy/woman who set out to write the indisputably Greatest Poem Ever Written...or the one whose heart was broken and who just needed to - couldn’t help but - write “Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!” praying, hoping, half-believing that someone would hear - and give a damn?
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 238
Posted: 7/7/2008 3:01:11 AM

Just a girl
who can't throw a ball right
or hit a mark 5 feet away with spit
who is just a girl
who just
to be loved

Knowing your fastidiousness as to what meets the standard to be a poem, let’s call the foregoing a “bagel” - in my opinion, a succinct, moving bagel!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 241
Posted: 7/7/2008 8:14:41 AM
Sure, it's all edible, but

you would have to mention BIALYS!

Remember this:

By the waters of the St Lawrence
where we sat down and wept
when we remembered bialys...

Or Villon's "Ou sont les bialys d'antan?"

Or Proust's "A la recherche du bialys perdus"

Or G. Stein: "A bialy is a bialy is a bialy!"

Or Omar:
Here with a bialy beneath the Bough,
Some kosher salami, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 242
Posted: 7/7/2008 8:19:04 AM

i think there is
but one law ruling the universe
one and only one.

For me on the other hand, the one law is this: That no one shall place an upper limit on the degree to which any of us can love each other.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 244
Posted: 7/7/2008 1:56:40 PM

you forgot, "Shall i compare thee to a bialy? " :0)

Yes, and
My bialy lies over the border,
My bialy lies in NYC,
My bialy lies over the border,
Oh bring a bialy to me!

gosh, i dunno about that one jer, there are times you do have to limit that degree of loving when it becomes apparent the beloved is incapable of reciprocal dedication to that love.....and i don't know about anyone else, but i will never extend any love to most politicians, lawyers and other creepy crawly slimey things on two legs.gosh, i dunno about that one jer, there are times you do have to limit that degree of loving when it becomes apparent the beloved is incapable of reciprocal dedication to that love.....and i don't know about anyone else, but i will never extend any love to most politicians, lawyers and other creepy crawly slimey things on two legs.

THe law has nothing to do with REQUIRING you to love ANYbody nor continuing to love where your love isiunappreciated, but only that you cannot be restricted in the amount you love (or, it follows, I soppose, as to whom).
Joined: 2/18/2008
Msg: 247
Posted: 7/10/2008 1:03:30 AM
I'm gone for awhile, and I come back and find swannie has blown me away again! This is abso-freakin'-lutely BRILLIANT!!!

i think there is
but one law ruling the universe
one and only one.

(are ya ready for this profound
overwhelming directive?)

I believe we must BELIEVE
we must know beyond the thousand
wingbeats of cacaphonic doubt,
her labyrinthine corridors
that will voraciously eat us alive
unless we rest within the
metamorphic pliant sparkling
plenitude of belief
that the very best of everything is
searching for us, it just hasn't
quite honed in on our location yet.

Wide eyed with fearlessness
we must open open open ourselves
our hope heavy sensors must emit
our belief that all possibilities are possible
this must be tattooed onto our every brain cell
this must be pressed into every pore of our being
this must be written on the walls of our soul
where the seams of our despair and losses
must melt to indecipherable exfoliations
and in the remaining silence
we will discover the truth of us
we are the revolving suns of the universe
we are the moons rising
we are the petals blossoming
we are the stem of the world
singular, upthrusting, constant.

with eyes closed
I feel your words beating soft mothwings
in the dark places of my head
and something nightblooming awakens
but these flowers sip truth
from each fluttering verse
Joined: 11/21/2006
Msg: 249
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Posted: 7/10/2008 3:54:59 AM
swan i've been bumping into you alot lately, just came to see how you write and i'm impressed darkness surrounds us all, but in the darkness we learn to embrace the light

In the silent dawn before the stars cast away before the earth
I sit and reflect while smoking on a cigarette letting the smoke enter my body while wondering of another
I often think is she still out there encirciling the moon with memmories or did she simply forget me
Cast me away on the shelf like a serf begging for gold in a noble's house
I often wonder if it's another I dream of
I can see her long honey tipped blonde hair and I feel happy knowing it's her
The one I'm meant for
But the longing is killing me
Deeply like daggers shreading every ounce of man out of me
So I sit here every night hoping she is happy wherever whoever she is
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 250
Posted: 7/10/2008 7:48:40 AM

altruistic love
not only to others
but to yourself

Fascinating concept!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 254
Posted: 7/10/2008 3:48:54 PM

if this day were emptied upon the ocean
the angels in the silk of their wonder

Sheer bloody, unapologetic genius!
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 265
Posted: 7/15/2008 5:55:01 PM
Lovin the writes in here!

Swan.....walk tall and carry a big stick! Hugs to all!
Joined: 6/15/2008
Msg: 266
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Posted: 7/15/2008 6:45:02 PM
Just thought I would drop in and say hey....

One from the past...

Silver is the color of her locks
Abiding on the rocks
And yes dragons are real
Yes they will give you the spill
About how they are not most! Im real
Yet that is not always the case
As most are just looking for the trill
Kinda like a catch and release
But if to believe in these
Knights on knee have to be
The ones who say and mean
Speaking truth to silver ears
Looking to ride in without fear
To save a damsel in distress
You just have not to be like a arctic fox
Silver is the color of her locks

One from the present:

To walk the higher path or road
Takes a person greater than most

If hard was easy it wouldn't be hard
And everybody would do it

Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 270
Posted: 7/16/2008 5:27:13 PM

oh A.... how kind you always are to me...and how great that the universe is being kind to you too....

i have walked with measured step beside the bier
and the tears i shed were for me, who was left behind
alone without his special love, this son, this child rare
and though it's been one year
and all my tears did not wash him back to me
there were still all those golden days with him
that push back this dark night
and there is where i find him, somewhere,
just out of reach, on that ray of light
and though i can't touch him, i feel his warmth
and the shimmering memory of love

This has for me some of the power of Donne's "And Death Shall have no Dominion" some of that power and a whole lot more in the way of pathos, because there is no apparent attempt in it to make an Important Public Statement.

I missed whatever it was that provoked your message 413, but it is hard to believe and sick-making that someone is so corroded in her soul that she would question the authenticity of the emotion here or of the occasion that provoked it!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 273
Posted: 7/19/2008 6:55:43 AM
I must confess I don't much care for

and all that passes for grace.

the implication of "passes for" being, I think, that it ain't!
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 277
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Posted: 7/19/2008 7:23:27 AM
good to see you home again....
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 282
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Posted: 7/19/2008 9:40:25 AM
Sure, as long as number three is Gerard Butler or Viggo Mortenson....
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 283
Posted: 7/19/2008 10:02:46 AM
Hi can I play too?

The silence of my lover speaks,
beware, prepare for sadder weeks.
Reading retreats, a skillful art,
is there room for me in your heart?

Oh the passion flowing at first,
filling my reservoir of thirst.
I thought you were my counterpart,
is there room for me in your heart?

For awhile I was your Princess,
with a beauty glowing ageless.
I could sense something kept apart,
is there room for me in your heart?

Something you kept behind your gate,
private, secluded the estate.
Admitting no one from the start,
is there room for me in your heart?

So I knocked upon that gateway,
asked for you to come out and play.
You picked up your toys to depart,
is there room for me in your heart?

The flimsy frame for my desire
cracked, without love that I require.
Bittersweet knowing I'm so smart,
is there room for me in your heart?
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 285
Posted: 7/19/2008 12:35:22 PM
From the reeds,
the splendor of the swan's song
echoes in tonal rhapsody,
empowering the weeping souls
enslaved by the macabre,
to break the chains that bind,
reversing the spell of hades corpus,
transported to that magical
place, where peace and serenity
reign supreme.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 286
Posted: 7/19/2008 1:01:10 PM
Thank you Silverswan I will as I can come to play with you. I love your poetry and your heart is beautiful to me.

I also enjoy reading the other poets here too.
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