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RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 04-03-2012
Poetry for you and me :-)
Poetry for all to see :-)
Here and there you might see air.
But all I see is energy.
Spirits run to and fro
I wonder where, where do they go?
Perhaps to you, perhaps to me
Or maybe out across the sea.
Now you ask what do they do?
And I reply "why, they help you :-)
"How so" is your response
And with a twinkle in my eye is say
Why dear sir, they help you in every way.
When you ride your bike, they make sure you don't need a trike
When out among your day, they are there all the way.
But why oh why if this be true, do I not see them as I do me and you?
But dear sir you do, you do. What I say do be true.
Do you not remember what I first said? About these spirits ,who are so fair?
Why my friend, know forever more. The spirits ,they are. the air. ;-)
-Conifer17-
Just now wrote that.
I like it. :-)
Hmmmmm. I tweaked it. So I'm not sure if it is as good as it was. :-/
Easter Exultet - haqiqu - 04-06-2012
Easter Exultet
Shake out your qualms.
Shake up your dreams.
Deepen your roots.
Extend your branches.
Trust deep water
and head for the open,
even if your vision
shipwrecks you.
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complain.
Open a lookout.
Dance on a brink.
Run with your wildfire.
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut.
Not dawdling.
Not doubting.
Intrepid all the way
Walk toward clarity.
At every crossroad
Be prepared
to bump into wonder.
Only love prevails.
En route to disaster
insist on canticles.
Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane.
Nothing perishes;
nothing survives;
everything transforms!
Honeymoon with Big Joy!
~ James Broughton ~
(Sermons of the Big Joy)
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-06-2012
We are living on a spherical miracle
This realm of material fused with the spiritual
The body isn't lower than the mind nor the spirit
Death is an expansion so you best not fear it
All we've been given is a blessing from above
Sent here to explore this creation made of love
The senses are so vivid...it all seems so real
If we're really eternal then what is there to heal?
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 04-06-2012
(04-06-2012, 03:56 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
We are living on a spherical miracle
This realm of material fused with the spiritual
The body isn't lower than the mind nor the spirit
Death is an expansion so you best not fear it
absolutely love this one, mikey!
RE: Poetry - Plenum - 04-10-2012
The Hidden Leg
I always knew
that conspiracies grew
from a rumor
from whispers, from air
I looked around
and observed many feet
shifting strangely
and knew at once it was a sign
the Hidden Leg
was what came to mind
what better place
than to hide in plain sight?
I knew it true
I knew it to be right
that Hidden Legs
were just waiting, waiting around.
- -
the Hidden Leg secret handshake
![[Image: 3wUae.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/3wUae.jpg)
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-11-2012
my invisible monster
i brought my invisible monster with me everywhere
and when someone said something i didnt like
my invisible monster ate them
they looked very suprised as they were being eaten
a look of shock and suprise was in their eyes
but it didnt take very long
because my invisible monster was nothing if not efficient
soon i found that i was getting whatever i wanted
my boss said to me , norral take some time off its on us
nice boss nice invisible monster
when i went to the bank they wouldnt let me deposit money
but they were always giving me money
dont worry about those bills norral we got your back
so it made me happy and it made my invisible monster happy
and sometimes my invisible monster would eat someone anyway
just to remind them that he was still there
so life just kept getting better and better
because even invisible monsters can at times
be a good thing
norral
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 04-11-2012
![[Image: 38933133199447686518014.jpg]](http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/11/38933133199447686518014.jpg/)
RE: Poetry - abstrktion - 04-12-2012
I didn't write the poem, but I feel like it says something about the Matrix of Spirit and seeking the greater light. The painting recently left to go live with a friend
Happy is the day for an artist when her work is adopted! (we won't use that nasty "sold" word... ). I called the painting "Wondrously Tunneling into that Hot Eye."![[Image: 1SVhAl.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/1SVhAl.jpg)
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-13-2012
ha ha - a poem by me
ha ha they laughed as they looked at one another and truly saw
the stupidity of all the things that had separated them all these years.
and they grabbed one another and made wild crazy passionate love
as this earth had an orgasm, first of weeping as we cried at all the time
we had wasted with the stupidity of hatred
and then an orgasm of joy as cleansed we
finally finally finally
really loved one another
RE: Poetry - Unbound - 04-14-2012
And upon the realization of mortality, the man felt the pains of a thousand thousand suns; releasing their greatest brilliance moments before death to nothing.
And at the end of life, the suns felt the pain of the man;
who's brilliance was to never be.
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-18-2012
tired of bombing babies
tired of bombing babies
it is so not working for me
what is it they call america
the land of the free
well i dont think so we live in a lie
america just needs to kill
and we are told not to ask why
bombs are necessary blood is good
support the program u know u shoud
dare to speak up your a commie liar
america america your soul is on fire
so bombing babies just aint working for me
been doing it so long since i was 23
over 40 years now and we still want more
america the country that just plain loves war
norral
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters - haqiqu - 04-18-2012
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
~ Portia Nelson ~
(There's a Hole in My Sidewalk)
RE: Poetry - Unbound - 04-18-2012
I've seen that one! Good stuff
RE: Poetry - Plenum - 04-19-2012
this guy is one of my favourite poets. He had an awesome life too! (ever seen the film? Barfly.)
- -
16-bit Intel 8088 chip
with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can't read each other's
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can't use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.
Charles Bukowski
- -
just about proving that you can poeticise about almost anything
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-21-2012
dear god
dear god i pray for all of the prostitutes of this planet
that they may receive the love that they deserve,
i pray dear god for the kids in the street gangs in central america
and i pray for the immigrants to this country that get the crap jobs
i pray for everyone at the bottom of the barrel that the barrel may
be flipped
and that the last shall be first and the first shall be last
and i pray that inequality and high looks and superiority shall
be banished into the garbage pail where they belong
we are all equal none is better than any other
and i was not put here to be a judge
christ didnt come to save the high priests now did he
and i didnt come here to hang out with people in high places
they quite frankly make me sick to my stomach.
so may the last be first and the first be last
and may the great equalizing occur
let the great equalizing occur oh lord on this planet
then i personally would feel at home here
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-24-2012
im feeling something in my head
im feeling something in my head
vibrations coming from the dead
spirits got me by hand
entering now another land
listening now to distant voice
living now my truest choice
something wonderful lies within
were all related next of kin
stripped down and bared i see my soul
this has always been the goal
norral
hungry hungry
hungry hungry yes i am
for the spirit of yes we can
joined together human race
only having one dear face
separation out the door
no more rich and no more poor
i dedicate my soul to u
who art always true and true
norral
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-25-2012
the perpetual percussion of the all-pervading heart
surrounded by perfection...all i perceive is art
purge what can be purged 'til the permanent is found
awareness will perdure as silence swallows sound
mikey
surrounded by perfection...all i perceive is art
purge what can be purged 'til the permanent is found
awareness will perdure as silence swallows sound
mikey
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-26-2012
so i killed myself
so i killed myself, i couldnt take it anymore
the lack of caring , the refusal to share.
it all seemed so pointless meaningless and cruel
so go ahead and call me a fool
i just didnt want to be a part anymore of this scene
so i killed myself and floated off to heaven
and hardly anyone noticed or cared,
but at least my wife got a nice check
so at least someone can be happy lol
yup just couldnt take it anymore
round peg in a square hole
i gave up looking for the whole and just ended it all
need to be somewhere where others are interested in what i am
not here where the focus is on things and not people
editors note here, - i am not suicidal thats not going to happen
but i am trying to make a point here, the point being that many many
feel this life is pointless meaningless and empty without true caring.
just look at the addiction rate around the world. so just understand i
dont need comfort or anything like that i am perfectly fine if u say
something to comfort me it will be condescending i dont need comfort i
need a world where there is love
norral
feeling energies from above
feeling energies from above
i am only concerned with what is love
all else fades from earthly mind
diving deep i seek to find
the key that opens up the door
so that my soul can truly soar
all else pales in spirits light
upon this goal i set my sight
comments
all else besides bringing forth the love of father/mother god is irrelevant to me at this point . without love life has no meaning and is just a mechanical process
RE: Poetry - Dekalb_Blues - 04-26-2012
"the littlest dick cheny/ was just and inch.3/ he'd run around denying/ his part in history...."
Nicely put, norral, but -- tut tut, sir!
Fish in a barrel! Candy from a baby! Coals to Newcastle! Tinker to Evers to Chance! As the poet R. Burns wrote:A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that...
Perhaps it's too seductively easy to accentuate the negative & eliminate the positive with this exquisitely villainous tinsel-show of a fellow, don't you agree?
Well along up there toward the requisite 95%, anyway...
![[Image: art-by-zoltron-dick-cheney-evil.png]](https://web.archive.org/web/20170726125934if_/http://www.thedirtfloor.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/art-by-zoltron-dick-cheney-evil.png)
You're No. 1 with The Dick!
![[Image: cheney.jpg]](https://werenotfunny.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/cheney.jpg)
No-star General [USNeoCon SpecPsywar Command, ret.]:
![[Image: 01-dick-cheney-chicken-hawk.jpg]](https://02varvara.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/01-dick-cheney-chicken-hawk.jpg)
The Dick is always ready to face the hardest-hitting questions of our ever-vigilant Fourth Estate:
![[Image: mucko-cheney-21.jpg]](https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5321/158/1600/mucko-cheney-21.jpg)
That recherché character Ra has, I understand, politely outlined to all concerned a time-worn but currently largely underused diplomatic approach, namely that of conceiving of our apparently alienly scarily malign same-species planet-mates as being merely more or less splendid polar variations on an underlying unitary theme-- in a nutshell, considering even a cartoonishly (nay, even campishly) over-the-top-wicked éminence grise like Cheney, for all his Rasputinesque evil-Übermensch-up-to-no-good-ness & his patent status as a blot, an excrescence, a cyborgian golem, a 4-star nogoodnik -- as an excellent catalytic chance to exercise the spreading of goodness & light
through the perhaps unsettling attempt at realizing that not only There But For The Grace Of God Go I, but in fact, for all intents & purposes of any conceivable shape, size, or flavor from here to eternity, with or without feathers, postage-paid or not, There (In Fact) Go I ... [ O_o *shudders* over this particular application of general principle of "E Pluribus Unum" ]
As the poet R. L. Stevenson so concisely put it:
The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
And as the schnorrer G. Marx put it:
Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west, and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce, they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.
I hope I have made my spirito-politico-poetic position clear.
That being said, I appreciate the chance to pile on the dastardly bugger, with tongue in cheek, with the willingness to be so roasted myself if I should attain similar STS notoriety in the public domain:
"New Heart Device Allows Cheney to Experience Love"
"Voice-of-God Revealed to Be Cheney on Intercom"
"Cheney Likely Doesn't Have a Pulse -- No, Really"
"Cheney's New Memoir"
"Cheney's New Memoir Reveals He's Going to Live Full, Satisfied Life Without Ever Feeling Remorse and There's Nothing We Can Do About It"
![[Image: 41365725_10156700217027628_1453463022260453376_n.jpg]](https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IydA4JAdYXk/W5iBsS6LmOI/AAAAAAABdBk/gWG3ebrgfUMNebtT3P0QRNrZ6zZtzeRoQCLcBGAs/s1600/41365725_10156700217027628_1453463022260453376_n.jpg)
The first rule of Quail-Hunt With Dick Cheney Club is do not quail-hunt with Dick Cheney:
Now-memory-holed anti-Bush regime site:
"The War Prayer" by Mark Twain
Make your own Cheney meme!
https://imgflip.com/memegenerator/Dick-Cheney
RE: Poetry - Dekalb_Blues - 04-26-2012
(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
Compare:
The bankers and the diplomats are going in the army -
It seems a shame to keep them from the wars they love to plan;
We're all of us contented that they'll fight a dandy war -
They don't need propaganda, they know what they're fighting for!
They'll march away with dignity and in the best of form,
And we'll just keep the laddies here,
To keep the lassies warm.
Oh, oh, we hate to see them go!
The gentlemen of distinction in the army!
-- from Malvina Reynolds' "The Bankers & The Diplomats" (1959)
http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=5819
Hello again, norral, just blowing through this forum's broad windswept plain like a tumbleweed, fetching up snagged here or there on some blooming poem-bush, whereupon I briefly make a dry rattling noise & then-- whoosh, I'm gone again.
As His Excellency Rufus T. Firefly, fearless War President of Freedonia (circa 1933) said as his brave troops sallied forth against the vile Sylvanian foe:
"--And remember, while you're out there risking life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in here thinking what a sucker you are!"
Cheers!
Instructions - haqiqu - 04-26-2012
Instructions
Give up the world; give up self; finally, give up God.
Find god in rhododendrons and rocks,
passers-by, your cat.
Pare your beliefs, your absolutes.
Make it simple; make it clean.
No carry-on luggage allowed.
Examine all you have
with a loving and critical eye, then
throw away some more.
Repeat. Repeat.
Keep this and only this:
what your heart beats loudly for
what feels heavy and full in your gut.
There will only be one or two
things you will keep,
and they will fit lightly
in your pocket.
~ Sheri Hostetler ~
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-27-2012
a bow welcomes the now like showers welcome flowers
not just a sign of respect a bow also empowers
when you choose to see the self within all other beings
a feeling will arise that doesn't get any more freeing
as palms press together into a prayerful pose
the head shifts to the heart as my eyelids close
love's presence lingers like the fragrance of a rose
i can feel my soul smiling right up through my toes
RE: Poetry - Shemaya - 04-27-2012
Quote:and i pray that inequality and high looks and superiority shall
be banished into the garbage pail where they belong
we are all equal none is better than any other
and i was not put here to be a judge
Quote:purge what can be purged 'til the permanent is found
awareness will perdure as silence swallows sound
[/quote]
Quote:Pare your beliefs, your absolutes.
Make it simple; make it clean.
No carry-on luggage allowed.
Examine all you have
with a loving and critical eye, then
throw away some more.
Repeat. Repeat.
Keep this and only this:
what your heart beats loudly
you three lift me up , thanks again
, RE: Poetry - norral - 04-29-2012
pursuing the paddingmist quail
pursuing the paddingmist quail
all my senses began to fail
dropped down upon one knee
a voice whispered: u are free
suddenly a tiny hand appeared
and grabbed me gently by the beard
pulled me up and made me stand
isnt life just oh so grand
quite shocking then when before my face
paddingmist quail dressed in lace
we stared into each others eyes
and then to both our surpise
we laughed and hugged in sweet embrace
and knew our lives had come from grace
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-30-2012
if a cow could speak
if a cow could speak what would he say
oh my god oh my god today is the day
that they take me to the yard and shoot a bolt into my brain
let me ask u human, have u ever felt such pain
then they take my body and hang it on a rack
and that is when they begin to hack
they chop and they cut and they place me in cellophane
and all the while no one thinks about my pain
i left behind a family a wife and two young calves
when they follow me they will be sawed in half
all of this happens away from prying eyes
because honestly human its not pretty when a cow is chosen to die
norral
RE: Poetry - Ruth - 05-01-2012
11/11/85
I see you
And the vision is so real
That my hand reaches out
To touch you
To give you my power
To help you on your journey
To me
And you come to me
And we become as one
Our spirits spiraling,
Circles within circles,
Wheels within wheels.
And then I wake
To find that
For now,
It is
Still,
Only a vision.
RE: Poetry - norral - 05-01-2012
how beautiful !! thank you ruthie dear
u
RE: Poetry - Lycen - 05-01-2012
Note of sound is strucken bold
I see no reason
I feel so cold,
let your fire
warm thy heart,
as night is long, live,
never depart.
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 05-01-2012
(05-01-2012, 06:07 AM)Lycen Wrote: Note of sound is strucken bold
I see no reason
I feel so cold,
let your fire
warm thy heart,
as night is long, live,
never depart.
nice flow, bro
RE: Poetry - alicewhite - 05-03-2012
Im a photon Hero ,
ive waited for a long time
i reason with myself,
and i
make no sense
make so much sense
with no sense at all
i sense with my sixth sense
all there is
WITCH is all
to live
binary
111
pyramid
triangular
kabbalah
universal so what is?,
inner truth myself
selfless all knowing
knowing all i know
all i know ,know not i
me equals
me same as we
you and i
there is no seperation
inside
whole one congregation
cosmic stardust
combination
equation
E = MC SQUARED
ILLUMINATI
ILLUMINATION
THE ANSWER WE ALL SEARCH FOR IS REVEALED
The Mad Hatter asks alice
" why is a raven like a writing desk?"
Alice never works out the answer
and the Mad Hatter hasnt a clue
But the answer is plain sight in view
deep down we all know
the answer true
Alice questions "am i mad"
her father says
"Quite mad, but do you know?
all of the best people are"
So the real question is why are the best people mad
And the answer is because they think the impossible
and try to answer the impossible
they think outside of the box
regardless .
So the riddle is solved
the answer is simply the trying to work out the answer
being tenacious
thinking six impossible things before breakfast
and feeling full for the rest of the day
being absolute
as Absolum is
evolving from a caterpillar
evolving
forever moving forward
becoming all that we can be
with no predjudice
becoming
whole
becoming more
Question everything regardless
listen to everything regardless
and weigh up all possibillities
and never be held back by negative thinking
dont be a jack in the box
live outside the box
and you become a raven like a writing desk
create history
and be the best
as all of the best people are
mad as hatters
and you know that you are
mad as the rest
but the best by far
a writing desk raven is what you are
SHINING BRIGHTLY
JUST LIKE A
STAR