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:


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"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.

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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