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Quit Your Addiction - haqiqu - 06-27-2011
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complaint
Try a little flaunt
Call for comrades
who bolster your vim
and offer you risk
Corral the crones
Goose the nice nellies
Hunt the bear that hugs
and the raven that quoths
Stay up all night
to devise a new dawn
~ James Broughton ~
(Little Sermons of the Big Joy)
Shadows - haqiqu - 06-28-2011
Shadows
Everyone knows the great energies running amok cast
terrible shadows, that each of the so-called
senseless acts has its thread looping
back through the world and into a human heart.
And meanwhile
the gold-trimmed thunder
wanders the sky; the river
may be filling the cellars of the sleeping town.
Cyclone, fire, and their merry cousins
bring us to grief - but these are the hours
with the old wooden-god faces;
we lift them to our shoulders like so many
black coffins, we continue walking
into the future. I don't mean
there are no bodies in the river,
or bones broken by the wind. I mean
everyone who has heard the lethal train-roar
of the tornado swears there was no mention ever
of any person, or reason - I mean
the waters rise without any plot upon
history, or even geography. Whatever
power of the earth rampages, we turn to it
dazed but anonymous eyes; whatever
the name of the catastrophe, it is never
the opposite of love.
~Mary Oliver~
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-01-2011
hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.
imagine
imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you
i love you
i
utotally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-01-2011
let the rich go fight
go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal
norral
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 07-01-2011
(07-01-2011, 04:47 AM)norral Wrote: hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.thank you, that made me cry, lots of emotion behind it
imagine
imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you
i love you
i
totally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely
norral
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-01-2011
(07-01-2011, 06:44 AM)norral Wrote: let the rich go fight
go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal
norral
intense!
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 07-01-2011
(07-01-2011, 06:56 AM)Meerie Wrote:(07-01-2011, 04:47 AM)norral Wrote: hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.thank you, that made me cry, lots of emotion behind it
imagine
imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you
i love you
i
totally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely
norral
me, too. thanks, norral, dear brother, that is beautifully intense, straight from the heart.
many blessings to you and yours(07-01-2011, 06:44 AM)norral Wrote: let the rich go fight
go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal
norral
amen, brother, the most celebrated, wisest sage couldn't have said that better. not that i wish that for anyone, but our ptb today consider the common people so much cannon fodder for their enrichment while they keep their loved ones safe behind their "golden" walls. :@
blessings
much love to you
Speak with Conviction in Typography: Poem by Taylor Mali - haqiqu - 07-01-2011
This poem is dimensional and wants to be seen and heard and relished. . .
http://www.wimp.com/speaktypography
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-02-2011
dear meerie, oceania and haqiqu
thanks for the support. meerie i hope the only tears u ever shed in this life sister will be tears of joy.
haqiqu
i love that poem, that is really unique. its interesting how many different creative voices there are there right now. thanks for introducing us to that
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-04-2011
i'm a raw nerve
i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze
somebody hung me on the front porch and i have a perfect view
of the road and the people passing by.
what is this thing im feeling
its like everything and all things all at once
really im looking for, looking for what.
for someone who im talking to to get it.
get IT. u know it.
there arent two of us here just one
it would be really nice to hug
it would be great if the whole world we us
could just hug one another and never let go.
norral
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 07-04-2011
(07-04-2011, 03:52 AM)norral Wrote: i'm a raw nerve
i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze
somebody hung me on the front porch and i have a perfect view
of the road and the people passing by.
what is this thing im feeling
its like everything and all things all at once
really im looking for, looking for what.
for someone who im talking to to get it.
get IT. u know it.
there arent two of us here just one
it would be really nice to hug
it would be great if the whole world we us
could just hug one another and never let go.
norral
We are IT!!
As John Prine sung it, "Honey, we're the big door prize."A great big hug to you, my otherself, from me, your otherself!
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-04-2011
yeah that's a nice one.
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-04-2011
thank you sisters
norral
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 07-05-2011
(07-04-2011, 03:52 AM)norral Wrote: i'm a raw nerve
i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze
yeah don't I know that feeling too... thank you for expressing yourself to all your other selves here!
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-05-2011
i got this awesome visual from it, two raw nerves dangling like hung laundry on a ranch house porch and looking at the sunset. hehehe.
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 07-05-2011
Yours and Norrals?
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-05-2011
what are you insinuatin'? that i have a crush on Norral's nerve?
A Physics - haqiqu - 07-07-2011
A Physics
When you get down to it, Earth
has our own great ranges
of feeling-Rocky, Smoky, Blue-
and a heart that can melt stones.
The still pools fill with sky,
as if aloof, and we have eyes
for all of this-and more, for Earth's
reminding moon. We too are ruled
by such attractions-spun and swaddled,
rocked and lent a light. We run
our clocks on wheels, our trains
on time. But all the while we want
to love each other endlessly-not only for
a hundred years, not only six feet up and down.
We want the suns and moons of silver
in ourselves, not only counted coins in a cup. The whole
idea of love was not to fall. And neither was
the whole idea of God. We put him well
above ourselves, because we meant,
in time, to measure up.
~ Heather McHugh ~
(Hinge and Sign: Poems, 1968-1993)
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-08-2011
nice! i love the flow of that.
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-10-2011
i love it too sister and i love u and oceania and meerie and ankh and all the wonderful sisters !!!
heres another from your brother
the only solution is to become god (small g )
its the only way out
cause what i see makes me just want to scream and shout
pound my head against the wall
crumble to pieces and forget it all
but something inside says keep going
u ha ha are about to enter the deep knowing
and when u do
motivated by a love true and true
power will be placed in righteous hands
and god (small g) will show himself in man
norral
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-10-2011
i'll refrain from giving you a big head Norral, i'll just "like it".
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-11-2011
ha ha i have an image of myself now at 6' 1" and 225 with a head the size of an orange.
thanks girl !! u done put a spell on me
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 07-11-2011
i didn't mean to shrink your head.
just have a normal melon size.
A Map to the Next World - haqiqu - 07-12-2011
A Map to the Next World
In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map
for those who would climb through the hole in the sky.
My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged from the killing fields,
from the bedrooms and the kitchens.
For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet.
The map must be of sand and can't be read by ordinary light.
It must carry fire to the next tribal town, for renewal of spirit.
In the legend are instructions on the language of the land,
how it was we forgot to acknowledge the gift, as if we were not in it or of it.
Take note of the proliferation of supermarkets and malls, the altars of money.
They best describe the detour from grace.
Keep track of the errors of our forgetfulness; a fog steals our children while we sleep.
Flowers of rage spring up in the depression, the monsters are born there of nuclear anger.
Trees of ashes wave good-bye to good-bye and the map appears to disappear.
We no longer know the names of the birds here,
how to speak to them by their personal names.
Once we knew everything in this lush promise.
What I am telling you is real and is printed in a warning on the map.
Our forgetfulness stalks us, walks the earth behind us,
leaving a trail of paper diapers, needles and wasted blood.
An imperfect map will have to do little one.
The place of entry is the sea of your mother's blood,
your father's small death as he longs to know himself in another.
There is no exit.
The map can be interpreted through the wall of the intestine --
a spiral on the road of knowledge.
You will travel through the membrane of death,
smell cooking from the encampment where our relatives make a feast
of fresh deer meat and corn soup, in the Milky Way.
They have never left us; we abandoned them for science.
And when you take your next breath as we enter the fifth world there will be no X,
no guide book with words you can carry.
You will have to navigate by your mother's voice, renew the song she is singing.
Fresh courage glimmers from planets.
And lights the map printed with the blood of history,
a map you will have to know by your intention, by the language of suns.
When you emerge note the tracks of the monster slayers
where they entered the cities of artificial light and killed what was killing us.
You will see red cliffs. They are the heart, contain the ladder.
A white deer will come to greet you when the last human climbs from the destruction.
Remember the hole of our shame marking the act of abandoning our tribal grounds.
We were never perfect.
Yet, the journey we make together is perfect on this earth
who was once a star and made the same mistakes as humans.
We might make them again, she said.
Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.
You must make your own map.
~ Joy Harjo ~
(A Map to the Next World: Poems)
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-13-2011
that dear sister says it all. thanks
norral
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 07-13-2011
(07-13-2011, 12:13 PM)norral Wrote: that dear sister says it all. thanks
norral
Primary Wonder - haqiqu - 07-13-2011
Primary Wonder
Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng's clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Selected Poems)
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-14-2011
one more 5000 lb. bonb will make this world happy
one more just one more and then they will get it
they will understand how thankful they should be to g.w. bush, cheney and obama
they're just dumb, they're not human thats why they are not thanking us.
some nerve they have huh,
just throw that dead baby of yours in the ditch
and come and thank us
we are your friends
america land of the sleepers
norral
i am a dbs
i am a dbs, dead baby specialist for those who dont know
i come from america, and i drop bombs on families.
i am a hero, hrmphh, hrmphh
i know this because the papers tell me so
and the papers never ever lie
people upset because of having their kids arms blown off
pretty cheeky of them i would say
the other day my 28 year old son stubbed his toe
omg how traumatic i had to send him to mayo
thank god he is ok i was having palpitations.
u your two year old grandson had his arm blown off
and all u do is complain , where's the love , where's the love
ungrateful that is what u are
u have to understand i am a hero
and besides that haliburton is making a lot of money
so what 's to complain about
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 07-15-2011
for so long
for so long injustice and evil have ruled this plane
yeah u know we could give it a name
cheney, bush, rumsfeld and all,
together now brothers and sisters do u here the call
time to say no more, no more, NO MORE NO MORE
i wont be the one to go kill the poor
fighting in some far off desert land
killing for some invisible freaking hand
let them go do their own dirty deeds
but personally for me i feel the need
to say, NO MORE , NO MORE, NO MORE NO MORE
cowards that they are they hide under their beds
wanting u to me to send back the dead.
reports written up and ready to file
i aint killing nobodys child
so to sum it up this is what i gots to say
If god dont care enuf about us to speak up
then give it to me i'll drink from that cup,
NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE
no more no more freaking lousy stinking war
norral
i wanted to add one thing, it is not soldiers i have a problem with, it is the people who misuse the soldiers that i
have a problem with , sending them into situations that they shouldn't be in for their own personal gain.
just wanted to be clear about that
Go to the Limits of Your Longing - haqiqu - 07-19-2011
Go to the Limits of Your Longing
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
by Rainer Maria Rilke;
translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
by Rainer Maria Rilke;
translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows