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 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 287
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Swan I would bear some pain for you if I could. My back is strong as is my spirit. I've had a shattered leg that is part of my walk since I was 27. 'Tho slower I still get there.

I am a brand new poet but a old storyteller, the pieces seem to mesh now much to my amazement and delight. I've posted this my first poem in another thread here but I've punctuated it now so it might read a bit different. I'd like to give it to you Beautiful Swan.


On my porch, the fading light of day
dreams of night.

The mountains, painted with light and shadow
soft in pastel colors; dusty dirt roads
stretch from mountain to mountain
across the valley floor
in straight lines - a signal to God
we are here!

My garden's glowing in the evening,
freshly watered and content to sleep
as the light fades away.

The same light paints my arm golden
and, as it glows, I'm in awe
of the perfection I'm part of.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 289
Posted: 7/20/2008 7:48:00 AM

The world can always use a little more of that wonderful stuff

Thank you my friend, I can use more of that wonderful stuff too. I'd had a epiphany a few days before and was floating around doing my chores in literally a very high state.

I either have to be touched by God again or by his emissary a good man. Hope it's not too out of the ball park to say that spiritual and physical energy seem to be using the same system to flow around in. To me this high is much like that high. No wonder there are so many zealots!
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 291
Posted: 7/20/2008 12:29:51 PM
Beautiful Silvered Swan

Circling our yearning soul are legions of angles
guides with grains of wisdom, gifted by creation,
set to watch and guard our stumbling steps
as we struggle with life's lessons
we must own them or they are not ours
we realize out dreams, and they splinter
shards of brightly stained glass
in mosaics upon the ground
learning and burning, tied to stakes
and still we move forward while
spinning and turning the world moves on
busy with its own crafting work
its own miracles in creations plan
I've seen the marble halls of wisdom
where everything is recorded
and can be found with a wish
the blueprints of trees, seeds and mountains
the plan of our lives and goals, our dreams
all exists, all counts, all have purpose
we don't have to believe in this
because it believes in us
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 292
Posted: 7/20/2008 4:46:34 PM
Inner Child

filled with something I could not name
knowing I'd never be the same
with joy I embraced the new me
this is how it feels to be free

knowing I'd never be the same
engulfed by passion's spirit flame
my burdens simply burned away
dancing the light began to pray

with joy I embraced the new me
and saw a child upon my knee
she'd left because she had no place
yet now returned wearing my face

this is how it feels to be free
no longer bound now I can see
navigating without the bars
stretching out no boundary the stars
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 296
Posted: 7/20/2008 10:46:14 PM
Oh Swan, I'm so glad for you, for us all. Yes, own your life embrace it and live it fully. We are the miracles of creation conduits for good or ill. We do tell our own story that is woven in the tapestry of time. Speak your truth Beautiful Swan and dance the light.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 299
You sweethearts of the further domains...
Posted: 7/21/2008 5:27:31 PM

ya know???? i have the best friends ever here.... you guys are so wonderful and supportive and i know i have been able to grow and blossom just from learning and living with you, being inspired by your writes....this silly place truly can be transformative when the principles remain above personalities, when encouragement and friendship is extended..... miracles do occur

In that spirit...

You sweethearts of the further domains
who go by pseudonyms here
and who knows but that in what
has come to be known as “real life”
the whole of your self is a pseudonym
for your as yet unknown, maybe
never to be known actual self,
that self which you sometimes love
and sometimes hate immoderately
and sometimes love and hate both
in the same unavoidable swoop
of a machete! You sweethearts
of the further domains, whom I encounter
here each morning and read your songs
of love for one another
or of others even more unknown,
your griefs, your triumphs
or puzzlements, it is not only camels
or the very rich who cannot pass
through the eye of the needle
but the most ordinary extraordinary
of us...

You sweethearts of the further domains:
I now salute you, one and all!
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 305
Posted: 7/21/2008 10:40:19 PM
That was too beautiful for words girlfriend! Gave me chills.
Joined: 2/18/2008
Msg: 306
Posted: 7/21/2008 11:52:20 PM
Little bits of laughter and tears
strewn about on a blanket
on the hot green earth
scraps of shedded skin
that I don't need anymore
and maybe someone else can use
Lay it down and walk away
in this swapmeet of souls
there's another life's fragments
carefully displayed
pieces to puzzle over and admire
fit into the shadow of who they used to be
Let's step away when we're done
just leave it all behind
discarded in the growing dusk
memory is enough
weightless now, we'll dance
in our fresh new skins
Joined: 2/20/2008
Msg: 307
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Posted: 7/22/2008 6:52:56 PM
I'm adaptable.
I could easily fit myself into another's world.
The thing is, I'm not wanting to adapt myself in that way again.
If I am to share in another long-term, romantic relationship..
I'd like it to be with someone for whom I don't have to make all those major compromises for.
It would be best if he didn't have to make them for me either.

We're all such unique individuals.
How does one locate and get to know another human being who is on the same page we are?
Not just in the same book, but right on the same page?
Surely there is someone out there who has looked at the world and come to the same
conclusions that I have .. who is also seeking the same lifestyle I seek .. who reads and who
talks about similar things that I do .. who is a good intimate fit and who shares that ever-elusive
chemical compatibility.

Had to toss quite a few back into the pond and keep fishing, but eventually POF worked for me.
I met such a someone, silverswan.
OutsideTheBox4sure .. Dave .. It's like he was picked out especially for me. .. *smile* ..
Trying to describe this in words would be impossible.
Thanks to the forces that be.
.. *wink* ..
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 309
Posted: 7/23/2008 10:44:42 AM
Ok girls (and visiting boys) I had a flight of fancy this morning that might amuse you;


Whimsy this morning ran amok,
saw a gorgeous congregation.
Women gathered who had no luck,
communal feelings frustration.

(And the woman sang ah-men)

Many were weary, some serene,
all were beautiful in their way.
Some carried themselves like a Queen,
even 'tho their hair had gone gray.

(Still the women sang ah-men)

They shared comfort, held hands in hope,
speakers stood to rhyme poetry.
They prayed not to suffer a dope,
scrying for men with chemistry.

(Yes, the women sang ah-men)

I belong among my sisters,
who are tired of compromise.
We refuse the pleas of misters,
who are more foolish than wise.

(Oh, the women sang ah-men)

There's a hungry sometimes wistful,
gleam in our perceptive kind eyes.
Our own souls are so delightful,
winged spirits, that take to the skies.

(Now, the women sing amen)
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 313
Posted: 7/23/2008 8:55:25 PM
Swan, Ash it's a Girl Party,

I loved both of your writes. So much feeling and strength in both of you. Ash bite your tongue darling you have a poets heart. Rhyme and meter are learned things, poets hearts are born not manufactured. You are awesome.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 320
Posted: 7/24/2008 7:17:03 AM
You are all so wonderful to me, glorious spiritual women will not only survive, they will find themselves and thrive. Time to get naked and jump into the pool!

Ash, little sister, I've only been writing poetry since June of this year after I had an epiphany. I found myself in a state of bliss and grace, sound familiar Silver? I was buzzing with energy and could feel the connections between myself and all creation. It was a few days into this state that I wrote Golden. I realized too that my inner child, who had been hiding from the pain all my life, crawled out of her rotting prison and came home to me.

Silver, WannaCStars and anyone else who reads this. I was a throway child, all the kids in my family were. My family was wildly angry, dysfunctional and abusive. I grew up knowing I was worth nothing. I continued in that knowledge for years, so as a young woman I, of course, managed to arrange my own abuse. The last time I allowed that was after I finally ran for my life to a womens shelter.

I've made many changes since then. I own my life and I own my experiences I celebrate it and learn from it all, nothing is wasted. I don't tolerate bully's or abuse in any guise Im a "Steely eyed Amazon" who is happy to have "little talks" with them. I fit into my skin and my life with passion and joy even if the flesh isn't what it use to be, and now I can also write the gifts just keep on coming.

Eve's Garden

I challenge your authority
fathers who aren't in heaven
who judge me and my mother Eve
for our sins within the garden

fathers who aren't in heaven
would you reject Creation's plan
did the serpent offer children
when he whispered to the woman

who judge me and my mother Eve
with Adam's cry "It was not I"
while I stand a little taller
shining tears flowing from my eye

for our sins within the garden
our secret places and our curves
I give praise to my mother Eve
and the respect that she deserves
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 321
Posted: 7/24/2008 7:26:44 AM
Pssst Ash, I forgot to mention a month ago I didn't know what a syllable count was. I joined a poetry site this month and found a teacher who is presenting me challenges. They are poetic forms to write within. That is why so much of my stuff right now (the body of work is still small here) is formed, metered and rhymes. These are just the things I'm learning and exploring right now.

Don't ever think that I am so far ahead, I'm 5 years old and playing in the mud right beside you silly.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 323
Posted: 7/24/2008 8:12:42 AM
The peanut gallery will always have an opinion. It's better to make peanut butter out of them, it's at least nourishing and tasty. Listen to you heart Ash it will guide you on you path. The voice (or voices) within are your friends as am I. You are strong and you song is amazing!

 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 325
Posted: 7/24/2008 8:35:40 AM
Ash that is a wonderful poem, it flows and breathes with your lessons and growth. Thank you fro writing this, it's inspirational and true.
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 331
Posted: 7/25/2008 8:49:20 AM
Why would anyone want to fall in love?
When landing after the fall,
shatters bones and ruptures homes.
Consider instead being love,
shift from drama to dharma.
Conduct your own hearts symphony.
Within me, gravity is a state of mind,
not the reality that I must choose.
The legacy of all God's children,
who are born of flesh made divine.
We are students not slaves.
With false mantras we forget,
so we don't play hokey with our lessons.
We lay down our mystical mantels,
to be reborn in strife.
We are blinded to learn, how to see.
Crippled to learn, a stronger walk.
We suffer pain to learn, true healing.
Our hearts break regularly for us to,
remake them.
We are world walking, peaceful warriors.
Truth talking, poetic prophets.
We are perfecting our craft,
to inherit creation.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 338
Posted: 7/27/2008 3:20:05 AM
I was swept along by the mataphor here (despite being put on guard right from the beginning that it is a metaphor by the uncomon way you use "sheen"), BUT

I resisted the seeming judgmental elitism of

their hollow life
in their empty core
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 344
Posted: 7/27/2008 1:24:29 PM
Hey there Swan, Ash and everyone. I gotta say the same thing happens to me all the time. Either the guys are young enough to hope I'll be Mrs. Robinson or old enough to know better, yet they don't.

My last online suitor was sure I would make the best phonographic princess he ever could hope for. So I did a "Halt who goes there" like any good gatekeeper would. I asked if he had a recent aids test. Apparently he prefers to be the one poking around and doesn't tolerate any needles poking him.

It just made him cranky, does he even know that pouting is so very unattractive. I took that pile, waved goodbye and shoveled it into the compost. Then I wrote a poem. Imagine me wanting a side of heart with my sex. Yea, I'm a **** on wheels, just make sure you spell that with a capital B.
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 347
Posted: 7/27/2008 6:50:48 PM
The spell broken,
laying tattered,
weeping tiles,
just scrabble on the floor,
waiting for someone
to pick up the pieces,
take control, and put them back
together again!
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 349
Posted: 7/27/2008 7:23:31 PM
Careful!...or I'll turn you into a frog! ^^^^
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 351
Posted: 7/27/2008 8:23:45 PM
Cheeky?? Never!
too damn clever
turn you into a toad,
can a toad be lesbian?
or just give you warts!
in all the wrong places!
one on the nose...
does that make you a witch?

I'll stir my wand
into the pond
and conjure up a spell
and with a grin
upon my chin
I'll add a nasty smell!
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 363
In Memorium Randy Pausch 1960 - 2008
Posted: 7/29/2008 4:50:58 AM

Your last lecture given
your last breath taken
your safety nets woven
your last chapter written
and what remains here
is a legacy of living life fully
going everywhere wind and fun would take you
the hope you planted in thousands of hearts
inspiring them to truly live in the beauty of each day
teaching all that every problem can be solved
that all dreams can be painted on your ceiling
that a life fully lived, throttle full out, is imperative
that love lives forever in the hearts you touched
will echo in its chambers on the endless shores of eternity
and create rainbows for us who remain in the smiles of your children

What a glorious tribute to a life evidently lived. Or as AJ Heschel said: "To be is a blessing; to live is holy."
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 365
In Memorium Randy Pausch 1960 - 2008
Posted: 7/29/2008 1:07:40 PM
It was good for your heart, I hope, to pour out your love and your grief for that man!!! That's two winners you've provided us today, this and the Yeats.
Joined: 2/8/2008
Msg: 367
choosing love
Posted: 7/29/2008 8:01:11 PM
~~~~~ so true, jax~~~~

sometimes I forget
the choice for love...
trying to fit a square peg into a round hole,
accepting substitutes...
seeking , desiring, grasping
and then with empty hands,
and tear filled eyes
I remember...
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 372
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Square Pegs
Posted: 7/29/2008 11:50:03 PM
thought you might like this.....

Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh

On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's play
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known the true Gods of sound and stone
And words and tint without stint, I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
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