Hello Everyone

I have had the thought swirling around for quite a bit to start a poetry thread here. .....it can Be our own little Haven where we share poems and/or song lyrics (which are poetry too )and learn from each other and Of each other.
You need not be poet to join in....perhaps you have recently read a poem or heard a song that touched you in a deep way and you want to share.... or perhaps like me, you dabble in using the wondrous form of grouping words to express thoughts or feelings of your own and want to share them also. I think of each poem or song given here as a gift.....not to critique, but to accept warmly as a cherished extension of Another.

Free-Form ~~~ go with the flow........let's dwelve into the Magic that makes Us glow~~.

So, uhm....here goes.....to start it off I'll share a glimpse into one of my Heart's cherished dreams.


Empty hours
Nostalgia of a sunnier day
My life is timed to the minute
but I long to run and play
and re-discover
the huge, strange World
with different Eyes
Over again
with curious suprise.
A meadow
or a daisy field to run through
with the Wild abandon
that I've lost in empty years.
Little Lisa lies deep inside
Close to the heart
I have kept her
The curious child
with widened Eyes
that I long to be
forever.

I am no poet as you know, Lisa but this song by U-2 is one of my very favorites from their Rattle And Hum album:

U2
Love Rescue Me

Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and don't let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me

Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
Many lost who seek to find themselves in me
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal
Love rescue me

And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm here without a name in the place of my shame
Love rescue me

In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies
Love rescue me

And the sun in the sky makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea
I'm hanging by my thumbs
I'm ready for whatever comes
Love rescue me

Yea though I walk through the valley of shadow
Yet I will fear no evil
I have cursed thy rod and staff
They no longer comfort me
Love rescue me

Sha la la sha la la
Sha la la sha la la

I've conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance
To a new world I can see
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me
Love rescued me

Love, Mom

Alright... I'm going to do a little freestyling for you ladies and gents tonight...

Run run as fast as you can
You can't catch me,
I'm the One Act Whoa-man.
Faster faster I scurry
Until all around me
The world becomes blurry!
Panicky panicky I do become
Then it all comes down
I start to feel numb.
Falling falling off the horse
Will anyone be there
To set me back on course?
Confusion confusion is me
God is all squiggly
Upside down and crazy???
Foolery foolery of the mind
Plans aren't sticky
Not staying to my clever design.
Plunging, purging to my final goal
Patience is a virtue
It doesn't sit on my soul.



Yes... That's precisely what I've been feeling like lately. Makes sense to me.

*hugs* for all!!!
Carrie

Hey!
We're groovin' along nicely now.
One of the great one's from U2 there.......I remember hearing that when Bono first presented those lyrics to B.B. King, he looked them over and then said to Bono, "You're too young to write these words. "
Carrie....you got a way with free-stylin'
Cool, that's the way....just release those feelings as they come in words...and that feeling is captured forever in Time.

~ The Poet ~

--Kahlil Gibran

He is a link between
this and the coming world.
He is a pure spring from
which all thirsty
souls may drink.
He is a tree watered by
the River of Beauty,
bearing Fruit which
the hungry heart craves;
He is a nightingale,
Soothing the depressed Spirit
with his beautiful melodies;
He is a white cloud appearing
over the horizon,
Ascending and growing until
it fills the face of the sky.

Then it falls on the flows
in the field of life,
Opening their petals
to admit the light.
He is an angel, sent by
the Goddess to
Preach the Deity's gospel;
he is a brilliant lamp,
unconquered by darkness
And inextinguishable by the wind.
It is filled with oil
by Istar of Love, and
lighted by Apollon of Music.

He is a solitary figure,
robed in simplicity and kindness;
he sits upon the lap of Nature
to draw his inspiration,
and stays up in the
silence of the Night,
awaiting the descending
of the Spirit.

He is a sower who sows
the seeds of his heart
in the Prairies of affection
and humanity reaps the
Harvest for her nourishment.

This is the poet -- whom
the people ignore in this life,
and who is recongnized only
when he bids the earthly
world farewell and
returns to his arbor in heaven.

This is the poet -- who asks
naught of humanity but a smile
This is the poet -- whose
spirit ascends and
fills the firmanent
with beautiful sayings;
Yet the people deny
themselves his radiance.

Until when shall the people
remain asleep?
Until when shall they
continue to glorify those
who enable them to see
the Beauty of their Spirit,
symbol of peace and love?
Until when shall human beings
honor the dead
And forget the Living,
who spend their lives
encircled in misery, and who
consume themselves
Like burning candles
to illuminate the way
For the ignorant and lead
them into the path of light?

Poet, you are the life
of this life, and you have
Triumphed over the ages
despite their severity.

Poet, you will one day
rule the Hearts, and Therefore
your Kingdom has no ending.

Poet, examine your
crown of thorns;
you will find concealed in it
a budding wreath of laurel.

I wish I could write poetry as well as you guys. Keep em coming and I will keep reading em .

~


~ Variation on the Word Sleep ~


-- Margaret Atwood


I would like to watch you
sleeping.
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head.

and walk with you through
that lucent wavering forest
of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun
and three moons
towards the cave
where you must descend,
towards your worst fear.

I would like to give you
the silver branch,
the small white flower,
the one word that
will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center.
I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in.

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be
that unnoticed
& that necessary.


~

Glad you're reading, Sabra
But hope you post too .... I know CE's very own Song Lyric King has a few goods one up his sleeve.

Lisa

Thanks BlueDove!!! Yeah... I think I really needed to get those confused emotions out. I've been feeling that way for much too long...

Hi Sabra!!! I'm sure you could write a decent poem.

*hugs* for all!!!
Carrie

Great stuff!

I went digging and came up with an old love song of mine from 1971

LOVELY ONE

Here we are my lovely one,
floating hand in hand,
on a sea of emotions
that are shifting like sand.

If I were inside of you,
like I was last night,
could I remember
I'm the father of light?

Love alone will answer,
it has and always will,
but desire is so strong
sometimes I fear it can kill.

Nothing lasts forever,
but for you and I,
you are the valley gate
and I am the sky.

Since you were a rib of mine,
you have captured me,
sometimes I'd die for you,
sometimes I'd die to be free.

Still you are my only dream,
there's no turning back,
I'll follow you
through the heart attack.

Here we are my lovely one,
I'm just trying to
tell you you're beautiful,
and say I love you.

---

Love,
Greg

Greg,

Nice thoughts in your lyrics. As well as in Lisa and Carrie's poems

Love, Connie

~~ At the Speed of Life ~~

Once I was a single guy with lots of hopping bunny,
Once I was a wealthy man and didn't need no money,
Once I was a married man and didn't need no honey

Now I am single again and drive a pick-up truck,
Now I'm so broke from years work it really kind of sucks,
Now married life is just for, ... sex

But what the heck,
My spiritual life has taken a trek,
My soul is on a roll,
Even though,
my nerves are making me a wreak

Life is sweet by very short,
Take it from me and don't bother to court,
Mistakes are now just paperwork and very easy to abort,
So don't plan a living of building a fort

But take a second to clear your throat,
Take the minute to tell a joke,
And when someone comes along that fits your spokes,
Don't wait a week to share a coke

Seize the coke and Seize the day!!
heehee.... cool, proxy
And touching lyrics there, Greg

This one I wrote after one of my cherished nature hikes with my daughter~

~ Ceri Rose ~

It wasn't quite cool yet
An Indian summer day memory
captured --
a snapshot in my heart.

"Mommy! Mommy! Dragon berries!!"
her soul-brown eyes glistened
cheeks rosey
with that innocent wonder
only felt
from seeing and feeling
for a first time.

And I know I'll
never again
know such joy
forever only living
in the pictures of my mind,
as I held her
warm dimpled hand
as we wandered,
explored and absorbed
the blissful touch
of our nature adventure --
not knowing what suprises
awaited us
around each foliaged bend,
in a brilliant green Eden,
reflecting the Gold
in leaves of sunset.

And I'll forever
cling to that instant
in my heart .....
her forever 3 years old;
her bright smile
and happy heart
a frozen snapshot
warming my soul for an eternity.

"Mommy! Mommy!",
she cried out to me,
as I cried cherished tears
for the child
she'd forever be.

Lisa I can picture Ceri's excitement.

She brings me treasures of pussy willows and dandelions.

Love, Mom

Loved it, Prox


Love, Connie

Gorgeous!

Love,
Greg

... hello again.....
some words inspired by a warm and sunny spring day.


I awoke with you this morn, Apollo
Yellow Eastern Warmth
A smooth declaration of Hope
Re-inspiring lost, frozen dreams
Your overwhelming Light
Ressurecting the power
From their dark, hopeless Sleep


*************************************

Darling,
I've waited for you
for a thousand years
In this dull, polished amber,
held back the tears

The highways eclipsed me
The meadows grew far
Time, a bereaved
brethren of afar

How I pace back the miles
retrace every step,
all the while
the sacred memory
of your soul,
held warm against my heart.

" If you like this poetry thread, you might enjoy also (my love) in lovers garden "

I couldn't help myself, I had to plug my thread cause I miss seing new love poems there!

Here's my contribution for this fun thread:


---------------------------------
"The path to freedom"

Taratila, taratatila la la la la...
Step out, step up, step in
Skip a little and take a leap

of faith.

Hear the birds, hear their song
They worry seldom about
right or wrong

Smile to him and her and them
As well the old and the little ones
they are alone

Alone is good but don't feel lonely
For you never walk without a body

they walk with you

Spirits, fearies, elves and angels
When darkness fills your heart

they light a candle!

Whispering words like star dust
they trinkle and settle on your ear

so do not fear

there is no death for there is no birth
Just an eternal and continues breath

that is you

nothing unreal exists,
so dance the dance at once

Angles will dance with you

Taratila, taratatila la la la la...
Step out, step up, step in
Skip a little and take a leap

of faith.

Hi All!

Don't have a poem to contribute, but I'd like to share my favorite scene from one of the books I read. Hope you guys will enjoy it as I did ...

from Manly P. Hall's book, " Freemansonry of the Ancient Egyptians"...There is a record in the British Museum that Plato received the Egyptian rites of Isis and Osiris in Egypt when he was forty-seven years old. It is the authors opinion that the compliers of this "Initiation of Plato" digested a great amount of ancient lore in the prepartion of their pageant, and that the result is worthy of profound study. This scene is part of the copy made from the scarce and curious masonic publication, "The Kneph".

"INITIATION OF PLATO"
...SCENE SEVENTH

Zais, Plato.

ZAIS: Keep this crown of amaranth and laurel, if not to please me, at least to be agreeable to me; I see in it the symbol of your glory, which will traverse centuries.

PLATO: Ah! this is to forget the regard which is due to your prisoner.

ZAIS: No! it is I who am the captive.

PLATO (puts the crown fo Azema on the head of Zais): Let us then be both of us immortals!

ZAIS (placing herself amorously near Plato): Thanks, I will look upon this crow, which you have place on my head, as the most precious, the most dear of my remembrances.

PLATO: Princess! (They hear a prelude.)

ZAIS: Listen to this harmonious chant, will you --wilt you?

(the choir behind the scene gives the following):

Isis! O fruitful nature!
Thou veileth night and day
Happy in giving the world
Health, joy, and love.

Let us celbrate the magnificence
Of the most radiant star,
To which man oweth existence
And the most precious gifts!
Oh other suns also,
And other inhabited globes,
Rejoicing in the dawn,
Surrounding us with pleasures.

Isis! etc. etc.

Love is the source of life,
The principle of the Universe!
The grand law of harmony,
Whence divers things are born.
To remain to it faithful,
Let us guard us with oaths,
For love causeth the beautiful
To desire new loves.

Isis! etc. etc.

(Music which touches the feelings is heard at a distance during the remainder of the scene.)

ZAIS: Now, dear Plato, tell me what could best please thy heart? Whatever it be thy desires are already granted, for I love thee, and my power is unbounded in this place.

PLATO: I would respond to these cares, so delicate, so charming!

ZAIS (rises and admiringly embraces Plato with her arms): I love thee! let us go to those discreet shades! let us hasten!

PLATO: You seek to seduce me, O Princess, from my duty, and this is not the least formidable of my trials.

ZAIS: Ah, well! I defend not myself! But I am taken in the snare which I laid! I know thy genius, they great works, thy glory, and I love thee; I desire thee to prove it. Fear not! there is absolute secrecy; a favorable spot. Come, come, I say to thee! (she embraces him and takes a few steps.)

PLATO: Enchantress! you are adorable; but at this moment I can only admire you -- you know that well.

ZAIS: I love thee with all my heart, and thou hast nothing to doubt. After having supplicated thee, wilt thou betray me, dishonor me!

PLATO: If your sympathy was real you would not abuse your advantages; you would cease to try my honor. I will regard you with the greatest consideration, and the most tender remembrance.

ZAIS: A distant friendship, a love without tribute, would perhaps console a woman of Greece; to me, Plato, this refusal is an outrage which might cost thee thy life. We are still free and I would not appear to command. Come! I love thee, and implore thee for the last time! Come!

PLATO: Would that I were either Mercury or Apollo; I would espouse you this hour, and transport you to Olympus, where you would be the admiration of the gods. But humble and pitiful mortal, submitting to an innocent temptation, which I know that I ought to resist, I think of the symbol of the tranquil lion in a stormy sky, and that example reassures me.

ZAIS: Ah! well, cruel one, it is not thy life which is endangered but mine! Be generous, Plato, the duaghter of the King of Egypt is at thy feet.

PLATO: Whether you be or be not sincere it is my duty to resist.

ZAIS: Go! thy philosophic insensibility is a small merit, moreover, it causes my death.
(she goes out.)


...continued to SCENE EIGHTH...

This is Onederfull. A Site for Sore I's. Open Mic Night at CE.....Beautiful Words from The Special Peoples.
Bravo to all who Dare!

ahem.

A Shadow Dreamed of Being Real....begging for Life not to steal...it's own Precious Breath away.
Cast in Clay...sensing movement in it's Still form...what Hope may say to Words that pray, no matter how worn.
The body of Being is encased in Seeing,leaving the Sight to the Blind...with nothing but Peace of Mind to find .
Enraptured at Life, the Gifts and the Strife...moving into the Pair of One, the Ending has begun.
Upon our disCover we seek no other....encircling the Sun the Dream now is done.
Holding ourselves in each others arms....releasing the fears that once were our Charms.
Shining the Light on the Still Quiet Night,
a Shadow dreamed of Being Real
and was granted.

Open mic nite and a glorious, enormous, full golden moon hanging in the sky over the Sangres like the golden apples that grew in the Tsar's garden in the story of the firebird...

Whose mountains these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though...

The liberty to freely associate...sweet as a golden apple.

We went out for a lovely dinner. The food was good, the service was wonderful. Our friend's daughter was the hostess, a very nice young man expecting his third baby was the waiter, and then there was the smiling chef who came out a little shyly to offer our little one a rose carved from a tomato. It was just the dearest, nicest evening. And then out into the night where the moon had taken over the sky with her golden splendour! We followed her home and I sang the chorus of Moon at the Window a few times with gathering gusto, trying to prompt the rest to float to mind...

Gimme a little alto sax, jazzy style, behind this...



Moon At The Window
by Joni Mitchell

It takes cheerful resignation,
Heart and humility --
That's all it takes,
A cheerful person told me.

Nobody's harder on me than me.
How could they be?
And nobody's harder on you than you.

Betsy's blue,
She says "Tell me something good!"
You know I'd help her out
If I only could.

Oh, but sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find,
At least the moon at the window --
The thieves left that behind.

People don't know how to love,
They taste it and toss it,
Turn it off and on
Like a bathtub faucet.

Oh, sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find,
At least the moon at the window --
The thieves left that behind.

I wish her heart, I know these battles,
Deep in the dark when the spooks of memories rattle.
Ghosts of the future, phantoms of the past
Rattle rattle rattle in the spoon and the glass.

Is it possible to learn how to care and yet not care
Since love has two faces: hope and despair
And pleasure always turns to fear, I find

At least the moon at the window --
The thieves left that behind,
At least they left the moon behind the blind.

Moon at the window.

------------------------------
Copyright © 1982; Crazy Crow Music

Maria

When you follow the illusion of physical matter down into its furthest reaches, it actually ceases to exist. The illusion is dispelled. At this point, if you were to take the void of nothingness and flip it inside-out, you would be within the void of Everythingness. We perceive the nothingness only from within the illusion of the physical, so if you were to perceive from outside of the physical, it would be the All, the One. That is also why we can say both that the Universe existed as a point of no dimension and infinite density, and also that it existed as a point of no density and infinite Light.

The Zone of Cold, the place of absolute zero, where there is perfect crystallization of energy, is the point of pure potentiality, where anything is possible. It is the exact same thing as the zero point field. Where I shall be as I wish to be is unopposed by even the faintest resistance. At this point, with zero movement of the physical, there is no deception or being trapped by the illusion of the physical and the Being is free to Be as it wishes to be. That is pure potentiality.


Love, Connie

....wow....you'll have my mind philophosizing on that for a week now, Mom. Very cool. Where did you find that?
Rachel, I have read some of the poems in 'my love' and enjoyed them very much. Much talent there. Sure hope that Ariel will grace us with her beautiful words here sometime.

Cristina, Plato had her figured out, ay? I am delighted that you shared that peice with us.....and am happy to see that this thread is growing into being what I had hoped it to be...just free expression of any form, poetry, lyrics, plays, quotes, essays....anything that you felt profound and want to share. ......
open mike night heehee.....maybe I will use that for the title of the next thread. Chahles that poem was very beautiful.
And hello Maria. I saw a documentary on Joni's life a few nights ago....was very interesting. She is always growing and expanding..... metAMORphosing Great Lady. Lovely, thought-provoking lyrics there.

Well, here's my contribution for the day.


Dandelion Dream


There was a day
of far away
Inner awakenings
of Fate and Lore
Moon-lit dreams
awashing Sun-lit shores

There was a day
of childhood dreams
Dandelion fields
Mischevious schemes
Bandaged and bruised
Bumbling, stumbling
unaware
Reckless with passions,
yet untamed
by Time's contemplation
reflection or feverish care

There was a day
I swam into the Night
expecting Passion's Fire
only to find Passion's Fright
Gliding through
the thickness of apathy,
no shore in sight
Grasping for the comfort
of inspiration's
far up away Light.

There was a time
of understanding and awe
Breathing in the stillness
of the serene Oneness of All
Peace came with wisdom
of abandoning the past
While opening arms wide
to future's
unlimited grasps.

There was a Time......
There Is
There will....
When Time becomes One
with the Universe so still
There will be a time
for us again once more
on the wings of eternity
on a sunny dandelion shore.

... Blow soft your wish
on your dandelion stream.
Surrender
white downy seedlings
of your
Heart's purest dream.

Wow! that's a lot of KABBALAH talk!! I Love it!

A SNIPPET from the PAST

Passing time
making time
wasting time
everytime...

Time and time again
time to change
time flies
lifetime-
of another time...

No time
saving time
time stands still
so many times
once upon a time...

Time to go
for the time being
your time has come
just in time
thanks for your time...

Lightwave

Hey Greg-

After reading LOVELY ONE...
WOW!!! That was HEAVY-INTENSE-ENVELOPING...
Made me wonder for a few moments,
brought back an air of memory. If my math is correct
that was 32 years ago. Where did the time go?

OUT THE WINDOW, probably, cause TIME FLIES
LIGHTWAVE

Thanks lightwave

"Time flies like an arrow,
but fruit flies like bananas."

I know what you mean about time ... it wasn't until I got to be an old fart who could remember things from decades ago that I started really real-eyes-ing what a strange and illusory thing this notion of time is!

Here's another from the same era. I've posted this before, but I think it was years ago ...

The Circle-Song Singer

Come listen my friends, I want you to hear
About a circle-song singer who was singing in my ear,
With his near-beer spilled and his pill-box filled
With exotic pot that would bring you right here.

It was clear, thought I,
That his circle song sigh
Was a cry of delight
And a fanciful flight
From the hardcore bore of the forty-four
That was staring him straight in the eye.

Now you might well wonder
Why the gun was there,
But it was in his mind,
And I didn't much care,
I was aware, you see,
Of his fantasy,
It was the start of the circle
He was singing to me!

Well, the circle song singer
Sang a simple circle-song,
Like a yin-yang boomerang,
Rebound around town,
Up-down, square-round,
Wake-sleep, shallow-deep,
Man, it was a song to behold!

Old-timers died, new babies cried,
Soft summer nights sprinkled starry lights
On the heavenly screen of the TV dream
Of the great soap opera in the sky,

Why, I could feel the eternal wheel,
In its slow motion, beneath the commotion
Of puppy-love dreams and the rat-trap schemes
Of millionnaires in their tiger lairs,
Where love's unknown and death's in the air.

Well, he sang of love, and he sang of pain,
Of scorpion nights and the monsoon rain-
Drenched grain seeds sprouting up to feed the life
That loves like the sun and cuts like a knife,
Then dies again and sinks to the Earth
To grow new grain, and bring new birth.
And I felt as if I were a part of it all,
Of the rise and fall, and the cycle of death
And life, and love, and the cosmic breath
That blows into each brand-new form
The winds of change and the heavenly storm
That chases its tail and playfully sails
Off into the sunset with minnows and whales.

So lost in joy was I that when
He finished, and I looked round again,
The circle-song singer had up and gone,
With his gun and guitar, and his circle song.

Well, circle-song singers are a dying breed,
And I guess he'll be sent out somewhere to feed,
In the cool green pasteurized disguise
Of the lies our lives lead, bound in ties,
But love's circle-spirit, I've heard it said,
Stays with you from birth 'til the day you are dead,
And I would not be in the least surprised,
If one dark night, with tears in my eyes,
I should wake from a nightmare dream to find,
The circle-song singer singing in my mind.

© 1972 Gregory Ellison

Love,
Greg

Wow, I liked that one a lot, Greg. Some very profound and moving words there.

But love's circle-spirit, I've heard it said,
Stays with you from birth 'til the day you are dead,

I believe that to be very true!

Love, Connie

Lisa I found that by accident on the net while looking for something else. It will keep me thinking for weeks too! I will see if I copied the URL and email it to you. I found the following poem at the Emergence site:

Prayer Before Birth, by Louis MacNeice

I am not yet born

O hear me
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat of the club footed ghoul come near me
I am not yet born, console me,
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born, forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me,
my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born, rehearse me In the parts I must play and the cues I must take
when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me,
the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me.
I am not yet born
O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine
a thing with one face, a thing, and against those who would dissipate my entirety,
would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or
hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.

Love, Mom

Greg, you truly have a gift....I had no idea.
Very lyricly beautiful....yes, it shines through as a song, you can hear it. (and well, actually I DID have an idea, but it is lovely to witness it. )

Mom, that was very profound....I am Not Yet Born.....forever innocent in a jaded aggressive World.... I loved it.


God

God is not a religion
God is not a culture or race
God is not a sacrifice
God is not a rite
God is not a law
Gos is not assured
by paperwork or dogma
God doesn't speak in Words

God is not a location
God knows no holy land
God is not opinions
God isn't a sacrament
God isn't a system
God doesn't speak through leaders
God doesn't discriminate in any way
or bless the dutiful reader

God IS a Muslim
God IS a Hindu
God IS a Catholic, a Buddhist, a Jew
God's church is the Universe
God's alter lit by Stars
God shines within Me
and within You
God baptized you
in placenta fluid
and blessed you
with your first breath

God gave you Life
to cherish true
and your Spirit
to be transformed
in Death.


Lisa

Soul Mate


On this long and arduous
path of Life
you find someone and you
just Know
that you were meant
to know their thoughts
and quiet breaths
and through this person
you See Yourself
shining
and in darkness
through their candid words
and silent Eyes,
learning that together
you can reach
for hidden Inward skies.

God (partII)

God is ...
God is the Unreachable
God is Unknown
God is ...
God is All
God is Nothingness
God is ...
God is Light
God is The Word

God is the "I AM"

Hi!!!

Bluedove and Rachel... Your poem about God reminded me of one of my favorite poems by William Blake. I know I've posted it before on one of the other poetry threads way back when, but I'll post it again since it goes along with theme.

The Divine Image
by: William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man of every clime
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or jew
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

*clap, clap, clap* Loved those poems

I loved all your poems about God, Lisa, Rachel and Enchantress.

Love, Connie

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Lightwave

What a Onederfull Cloth being threaded hear....
The Sanctuary for Spiraling Spirits entwined in Hope. Allowing others to enter the Sanctum of Earnst Yearnst. Bravo once again KnowestFlakes....

Awaiting the Sun in the Spring...
the choir of Birds begin to Sing.
Chiming in rhyming their songs take Wing and alas....
the first Flower opens.

My Healing Heart hopens with each Ray of Sun...
The Earth's warm skin gives Way to It's Fragrant Bouquet
The dark Night is over and a New Day begun

The Feeling it gives me... leaves no Words to say.

I thank this Life that has given me Breath
and continues to breathe until my death.

Awaiting the Sun in the Spring...
My Soul begins to sing
Chiming in Rhyming my Feeling takes wing and alas...
My Heart begins to Open.

Thanks Be the only Words on my Lips.

Whoa, Lightwave, that's amazing! I love that kind of wordplay ... it all fits together.

Gorgeous God poems, life-poems Connie and Lisa and Rachel.

Carrie I loved the Blake, he's always been a favorite. In that one, I wish he'd used compassion rather than pity ... but it wouldn't have fit the meter, and I imagine that's what he really meant ... isn't that the great thing about good poetry, is that the reader is always co-author!

Love,
Greg

! Rachel, Carrie and lightwave.
.....and Thanks Be, Chahles.... beautiful inspirings of Spring.

~Paint a masterpiece with Words
Erect images of landscapes
with a Phrase
...Become magician of the Soul's pen.~

Your face is like a china doll's
every now and then.
With no expression
you stare off at the stars
as if their mystical trance
were your own creation.

Distant highways
are mirrored in your eyes.

If I trace your porcelain face
will it crack
from the reality
of my warm, rough skin
touching
the cold, silken smoothness
of your own?

I am
essentially Alone,
exploring the tentative
landscape of Earth.
Achingly Alone,
without a clan
to follow or to lead.

And around every bend
suprises crouch
hidden in open shadows,
sharpening their blades
in preparation to pounce --
so shocking
with their inborn agression....
opening wider these innocent eyes.

Like an ape-man
I've wandered in silence
in search for some
forever lost chord.
In bemusement
I've unknowingly hungered
for the stance and chivalry
of a Lord,

but as the shadows
multiply and populate
the green, yet browning earth
I embrace the wisdom of silence,
like my own embryonic birth

and the chord
is forever lost and stretching,
growing smaller
and harder to find

yet this
hunger-pained heart,
beating quiet and unique
in its own rythm
still refuses
to grow harder with time.

So lovely, Lisa.

Here's an old standard ... but a goodie. I like Kipling.

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master,
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

Maria

Very cool, Maria
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty second's worth of distant run...
I especially liked that thought....
Keep em coming.

Love, Lisa

A crazy butterfly am I
when teardrop petals cry -- I'll fly
A brilliant color craze -- I'll blaze
beneath a morning sun
The summer chimes beneath my wings
as I sing of golden things
of dragon yawns and fairy names
that light my wings with living flames.

A crazy butterfly am I
beyond the setting skies -- I'll fly
to light the worlds above the land
a blistering burning living brand
my heart -- a star of falling fire
in a summertime of pure desire.

~M. Garcia

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-- William Carlos Williams

My Poets of America is falling to pieces.

Maria

Now and then
it All just blows my mind.

The Great Churning Wheel of Life.
The immense Universe
I know as home.


The World was completed before my existance.


Governments planted politic's power

Wars raged and engaged
in human slaughters & savagery

Kingdoms were erected and overthrown

T.V., light, telephone inventions

Millions wept and slept;
breathed and died

Knew a different reality
from their own expanded eyes

Shakespere wrote aesthetic sonnetts
Poe befriended our dark existance
Blake dissected & erected Religion
Cinema conquered Theatre

...and somewhere
in the middle of universal time

I arrived,
igniting my own reality

Blessed and cursed
with the god-like power
to See the world
with self-absorbant Eyes

Even in Knowing
that the
Wheels continue
spinning on Forever

with or without
the grace
of acknowledging Eyes.


~ Lisa

One Rainy Wish

~ Jimi Hendrix


Golden Rose, The Color of The Dream I Had
Not Too Long Ago
A Misty Blue and The Lilac Too
A Never To Grow Old

There You Were
Under The Tree of Song
Sleeping So Peacefully
In Your Hand a Flower Played
A Waiting There for Me.

I Have Never Laid Eyes On You
Not Before This Timeless Day
But You Woke and Whoa
Smiled My Name
And You Stole My Heart Away Little Girl, yeah
Alright!

Golden Rose The Color of The Dream I Had
Not Too Long Ago
Misty Blue and Lilac Too
A Never To Grow Old

Golden Rose, The Color of The Dream I Had
Misty Blue and Lilac Too
Golden Rose, The Color of The Dream I Had
Misty Blue and Lilac Too
Gold and Rose, Gold Are Rose, Gold and Rose

It's Only a Dream
I'd Love To Tell Somebody About This Dream
The Sky Was Filled With a Thousand Stars
While The Sun Kissed The Mountains Blue
And Eleven Moons Played Across
Rainbows Above Me and You
Gold and Rose The Color of
The Velvet Walls Around Us.

Tender waves ripple
through a shining day
A Mystic Seeker
of the tides
-the seek and Know
-the ebb and flow
the warm, deep ocean
of thy Being

So vast this secret sea inside
a lifetime spent exploring
would never be time
enough
to tell the story
of this star-strewn-Being
of long ago
who witnessed a time
we'll never Know.

So, dive freely brave
Swim into the shallows
deeper with each day
And know
at times it's enough to Be
a serene, gliding drifter
out to sea.

Lisa

Wow Lisa! Not showing partiality here, but in my honest opinion The Great Churning Wheel of Life is awesome. You reached inside yourself and touched on so much there and expressed it so very well. To me this reflects your inner growth. All that came before and all that will come after me, "completed before my existance," yet I have some little something to contribute to the whole of the panorama of time and existance or I would not be here. In short, I loved that one, Lisa.

From William Wordsworth
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey


. . . I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear, - both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

Love, Connie/Mom

Hey Lisa,
Are your poems spontaniously channelled from your
Heart/Mind? Feels that way! What a profound gift,
I'd like to see it in book form! Impressive!

Rena

I'll second that! Your poetry is awesome, Lisa, it would be lovely to have it in a more permanent form and shared more widely. I'll hold that thought-form in mind!

In fact, many gifted poets and writers have laid their tracks over these forums, perhaps we should start our own publishing company!

Love,
Greg

Greetings All,

I'll support that idea! A fantastical concept...
I'd be willing to brain-storm to help in its creation!

Rena

Cool!

I suppose we technically ARE a publishing company already but so far just electronic (site and newsletter). We've published some fiction and poetry in metamorphosis, but really very little compared to the wealth of talent. I'm up for any ideas.

Love,
Greg

Hi Greg,

I'd like to see, at this point of our evolution, to
have everyone make a profit, from their work!
As long as "you" manufacture products of value, at a
reasonable cost, I believe this is fesible.
If you have the capability to run off copies, and the
writers, to submit their work, then you're half way there!
To keep the initial costs down, it can start as a shoe-string press, like they do in country stores...simple.
All regular paper insides, with a thicker paper cover.

What do you think?
Rena

thank you very much.....I am blushing, and grateful for your kind words. To be published would be icing....knowing the words would be reaching a further audience and may touch more people in some way is luring....but it is also unneccessary. I often think of the poets, like Emily Dickonson who wrote 1,000's of poems in her life, but was unflustered by the thought of recognition..no one discovering her talent until after her death when her family happened across them....
only wrote because she had to.... because it was the bursting of her very soul and needed outlet. Pure inspiration without motive or intent.....these are the poets I so admire.

That is the way the best poetry flows as well.....yes, there is a brain wave that is summoned, I believe, Rena....the one that is the most open to receive beyond our immediate perceptions. You lock into a thought or phrase and let it take you. I have felt poetry like that....and many times it has come to me spilling like broken glass. I have learned over time to put the pen down when that happens.

It is a good feeling just to know that a poem has been read.....I would be willing to contribute my poetry for that very reason. I am realistic in knowing that poets seldom receive much in monetary gain for their work....and that means nothing to me anyway....in fact it kind of feels like accepting money for a gift that should have been simply given.

Well, it is great to know someone is OUT THERE is reading anyway. Often I have stopped posting poetry here....not wanting to appear as if I am into tooting my own horn, because that is far from why I do it....I only want to share feelings and thoughts with others. It warms me to think it may mean something, no matter how small to Someone somewhere....some day.
Thank for the encouragement.
I do hope others will come back here and begin sharing once again.

~Lisa

That poem is so beautiful and intensly perceptive, Mom.....
yes! see! So intune he was at the time to the magic of wonder.....
he reeled it into himself so divinely. Each word flowing through him a gift to himself and all of us who happen upon them in time.
Thanks!

Rena and Greg I think that's a wonderful idea. Lisa's dad and I have been encouraging her for years to get her poems and writings published.

It is as Lisa said a gift just to be shared with others. Which is why publishing the words to reach more people is a wonderful idea. It could be that someone needs to hear just those particular words at the right moment to change their whole lives, give them hope or inspiration. That is the power of our words. So many times we may use our words to hurt others, that needs to be counteracted in the world with words of love, peace and inspiration.

Often times Lisa has, I think, just felt like her dad and I are just saying that because she is our daughter. So I'm happy that you guys let her hear it from someone else. She has a real talent and her words have often inspired me. I know they do that for others as well.

Love, Connie

P.S. It couldn't hurt to make a little extra money either, Lisa. Remember you have two daughters who will be teens one day and Ayla loves "pretty dresses" now. Just wait until she hits her teens.

....enough already! hehee
You're very sweet, Mom....although yes, I still do believe you say it cause your my Mom.

I know there is much talent here at CE's....so many creative thinkers.....hiding away......calling all poets.....come out to play!

In these times the modern-day poets often ramble along down the vagabond road of guitar and song.....

Dead Melodies

~Beck Hanson


Where will you go
When this day is over
A gambler's purse
lays on the road
Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy
winding their way out of of sight
A laugh
A joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
they come and go
Doldrums are pounding
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now?
Engineer,
slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon
Night-birds will cackle
Rotting like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies
to me.

Another poet-in-hiding....John Mellencamp. You know, I always liked his music, but not madly or anything.....but his latest work.....wow.....he is getting quite brilliant in his old age.


Deep Blue Heart

~John Mellencamp


Daylight is leaving
And the night is closing in
In just a few hours
The sleeplessness begins again
My head feels thick
And i'm unable to think
I guess I'll wait 'til tomorrow
And see what it brings
I have a little hope left
And I guess that's someplace to start
But my memory's full
of a deep blue heart.

My fun-loving sense of humor
Is nowhere to be found
I stare into my own eyes
with tears flowing down
I'd sing out a song
But I've forgotten the tune
And the words now escape me
But I think it's about You.
My vision now is way out in the dark
With just a little sight left
Of a deep blue heart.

I see us both flying
in the clear blue sky
Floating out on the ocean
With the sun in our eyes
Caught in a moment
Just me and you
In complete honesty
Where everything is true
That's what I wanted to believe
Right from the start
Just a little place for myself
In a deep blue heart

Carve out a place for myself
In your deep blue heart.

~~~~Girl Crazy~~~~~~

With emotions scattered like the wind,
Do I e-mail white light for a cat to a friend,
So I tell an old pal, soom how, or do I stall?
Big dogs and me don't match at all.
They guard kids and women just fine,
But one whiff of me and there after my balls,
And if I run, well, it's dinner time

One elates in a ideal state, as her dog pulls her on her skates,
Another pouts with subtle shouts, at the puppy that pees in public,
I hear one so sad that she is about to cry coz her cat might die,
Tears in the eyes of soulmate over a bird she didn't know,
I think she would have cried for a crow!
A fuss of disgust from another discovering my dead cat in the snow,
Disappointment when the horse didn't show,
And tears from my daughter at the sight of tack,
And some of them get attached to snakes, lizards, and rats!

I guy can go crazy having a girl around.

I wish your pets safe from harm,
for all the worlds females,
but it's not charm,
it's not sweet, it's not cute,
it's not a special humman attibute,
it's Emotional blackmale,
and if you don't stop you're all going to hell

proxy, proxy....what can I say?
In a world of seeming lightness.....do you feel the missing urge to go heavy? A feeling I understand well.....although lightness is sometimes needed for starters....the first skimmings of the Deep. In order to reach the outer planets (Pluto), sometimes we have to visit the inner ones along the way.

I am digging the archives today.......past reflections of another time.....

You ran from me, unbelieving
Ignoring the realism
of tonight's dark vision.
I could ignore the Truth
Turn a silent ear
to the wisdom of
silence's prison,

yet I felt your large eyes
Speaking out to me ---
begging
for some familiar vision.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ice
Frozen through

My heart is solid
Why do I write poems;
deep feelings
never to be read
by a soul
that might care enough
to understand?

February, you torture
You're everyday more painful
in this small city
of aching snow

My neighbor brothers
don't realize I exist
and belong to their race.....
yet, why should they
when I'm not sure
if I belong to theirs?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A million years ago
you were someone I knew
Now in lost Time
We wander the wreckage
Blending in
with the scattered landscape
of soul-less strangers;
gathering shrapnels of memories
to feed their aching voids.

As more time passes
and more sand is
sucked through
the hungry hour-glass,
Will I be able to
pick you out
from the hollow crowd?

Will you still
weigh with the burden
of owning those soulful eyes?
Large and weeping
for tender replies?

Lisa

Travelling, yet standing still
over and under
climb the mountain or the hill

Up close and far away
percieving the dimensional shift
daydream the day

Clouds collect the sunshine
Birds become stars
The cosmic breath blows

In the distance, close to me
a vision of the liquid purple city
beckons to me

Part of the rainbow stream
carries me in a moment
Home...and back, to be


Rena

Beautiful, Rena!

I second that, Rena ! Lovely poem.

Love, Connie

I was trying to reach him
(I was pushing him away)

The tribal midnight
drew me nearer
(the dawn's lamentful whisper
pulled me away)

Eros,
beholder of passion's arrow,
Your missed aim
sent him away.

Sweet, Sweet Soul,
I see you gliding
ungrounded in a dream --
intoxicating my silent slumber
Yet morning's bright awakening
pulls you further away.

Lisa

Time, change
People, change
Wind, change............direction

laugh
or cough.....
you fill the void......slightly.....
of still emptiness
and
total
darkness

You're a ripple
where still water
resided before....

with a quiet sigh
or breath

you fill my deep heart

that is
aching with silence.

Here a simple one I wrote for my father when he was dying.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

The little girl that you once knew.
Is grown but she still cares for you.
Your face is long and oh-so-thin.
But Beauty's what she sees within.
Do not despair though all seems lost.
Remember Jesus paid your cost.
As you approach Him on His throne.
Fear not for you are not alone.

Here's one I wrote on another website a few months ago. Hope you like it!

Libra Woman/Aries Man, by divinia..

Kiss me, my impetuous one.
Let me fan your flames with my gentle breeze.
We could talk all night of codes of honor.
Shall we jest and joust.
Or rest and roost?
I'll leave the choice to you.

Passion...is not this what we are all about?
Passion of ideals and ideas.
Passion of words and actions.
Must we debate this too?

Let us now take flight and soar.
Balancing on the torrents until our hearts alight.
Let us think not of tomorrow.
For the fires transport us to the realm of the forms.
Perfection!
Truly we have found the Source!
The smoldering embers of our passion remind us.
That love is all we are.

Wow - I really need to get onto the other forums soemtiems! This thread is awesome, you are all so talented!!!

Divina! As a Libran woman, still recovering from an encounter with an Aries man, I can say your poem really spoke to me...got tears in my eyes and all! It reminds me of Linda's writings, the way you captured the essence of that relationship!

This is an old one of mine, but still a favourite!

Love,
Terri



Echoes of the Past,
hiding in the Now,
Time and Time and Time
the endless ticking sounds,
like the beating of a heart,
ceaseless in its strength,
Power must depart,
when Love asserts her reign.

poems, Divinia and Terri

Great poem, Divinia!

Maria

Dear Terri:

Thank you so much for your kind words regarding my poem! My ex-husband was an Aries with an Aquarian Moon (my complete opposite) so I drew upon my experience with him and tried to write in the Classical style. Those Aries can be rough for us Libras. If only they weren't so darn sexy.

P.S. Thank you for sharing your poem as well. I can really feel your gentleness shining through.

In every God's open field
there is a flower to behold
the wonder of its creation

In darkness
delicate petals fold --
In light
an open embrace and daring!
breathing in the sun's golden Soul
Emitting the morrow
its existance mirror-flaring

Brazen atoms
a molecular myriad circulation
creating eternity's fiery glow
from One unique creation.

Lisa

Lisa, you're amazing! That's beautiful.

Love,
Greg

Oooh How I miss this Room. Halo to You BlueDove!
What a delicious Thread to devour with the Eyes....Feeling appearing out of No Where..grasped and projected into Thoughts, with Words inviting Us in.

You truly standUnder CommuneIcation.
As of Yet, no Poems in my pocket....but alas I shall reTurn.

Onward...and Outward

Halo to You, Chahles
Perhaps it is time for a new Poetry thread?
I do hope you return and share.


And thank you, Greg.
10 years later-- sorry about that.
At the time I was thinking about the Connection, the Oneness that swirls all around us.....molecules and atoms dancing through the air, connecting all Universal things. The energy of the most delicate and lone flower, somehow radiating out from Itself inTo the Universe, swirling Into other Energies and breathing Life into Them. The Solar Flame of All Suns expanding forth throughout the Light Years,
mirroring the force of their Solar Fire back into Themselves--
A continual stirring of the Embers of the Eternal Fire....

like that.
Although, I'm never quite sure if the message comes through into the words like I think them-- but it is always a joy to try.

~ Lisa

sweet nostolgic bump

Without Missing a Beat
We continue To Dance.

Shall we every One?
Come out come out, where Ever Your are.

I believe Greg is hear too!



Chahlie

This is such a sweet and beautiful bump, Lisa.

Brings back so many nostalgic memories.

Yes, Chahlie, I believe Greg is here. And Rainbow/Ginny too! I feel that Greg has called us all back home to be together.

I think he is saying, " Hey, guys, even though I can feel all your love for me and your mourning for me and appreciate it, Onward and Upward!! Spread that love here at CE with each other and in the world where it is needed because I am being held in the arms of Love Itself. The world needs it! The world needs the messages of love you have to deliver to it."

I think we have all been wandering around in the desert which was a time of purification and growth.

I also think Greg gathered up some more light warriors and brought them here as well.

I don't believe in coincidences. Coincidence is just the way God chooses to remain anonymous. Forget who said that. But it is too good for me to have thought up. hee hee

Connie

"I think we have all been wandering around in the desert which was a time of purification and growth.

I also think Greg gathered up some more light warriors and brought them here as well."

Amen


Tis' Time for Sure.

For, If All the Good people were to do nothing, no Thing Good would Be done.....

It is an Act of Free Will.

The Woist kind.

Good intentions warrant good Thoughts
Good thoughts warrant good Actions
Good Actions warrant good Crusaders.
Good Crusaders warrant good Truths
Good Truths warrants Good intensions
And So On.

Goodness must preVeil.


Like killin' em with kindness....



Chahlie