Poetry

[Protonexus]

Were I to tell a story,
it would be one of wisdom -
not just fantasy or gory
verbal combination. Come;
sit under the shade of
my tree and hear the wind
rustle the leaves above.
See, I have fruits for friends
that come to admire
the sweet nectar of eons.
Inside, a seed of desire
to sprout next generation.
The life within fire,
the fruit is the sacrifice
for the continuation
of the line, the highest price -
gladly paid by donation.
The fruit is the gift to Gaia,
to sustain her children.
The barter in place to buy a
spot of soil for brethren.
The fruit is the wisdom of ages,
the seed is the soul.
Digested by spirits of the sages,
dispersed by the knoll.
The knowledge of the tree; son,
daughter, life and death.
Your body is but a leaf of a season
which falls at the end of breath.
Your mind is the flower, imagining
the fruit, the torrential.
Your spirit is the fruit, enveloping
the seed, the experiential.
All this is within the seed before
it is ever sown - potential.
Your free choice is what I adore,
the definition of essential.
To eat, or to observe, under my
canopy you have come.
Behold the wisdom of the phi,
it is what you are from.

[haqiqu]

Groundhog Day

Celebrate this unlikely oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with the power to predict spring.
Let's hear it for the improbable heroes who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work miracles.
Why shouldn't we believe
this peculiar rodent holds power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all grandeur and glory?

Unnoticed in the earth, worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter, nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far from the ground
and wait.

~ Lynn Ungar ~


(Blessing the Bread)

[Clif]

House of Mirrors

These thoughts, these dreams, these visions I see
Foretell that purpose that dawns within me
In the darkness I sit, but I stand and walk
Angry voices in my head finally cease to talk
From a world that was spinning out of control
I have freed no less than my very own soul
In a robe stands a wizard, he raises a wand
Between the earth and the sky he forges a bond
Between thought and form crackles an electric spark
Within my heart he merges the light and the dark
If within a house of mirriors you find yourself lost
There is a ticket to freedom, you know the cost
You must pay with all of your unused tears
You must relinquish forever all of your fears
Raise your head up now , you must stand tall
Seek what lies behind an illusionary wall
Look in those mirrors, whose face do you see?
Because if you can't see yourself, you can't see me.

CP

[haqiqu]

House of Mirrors

These thoughts, these dreams, these visions I see
Foretell that purpose that dawns within me
In the darkness I sit, but I stand and walk
Angry voices in my head finally cease to talk
From a world that was spinning out of control
I have freed no less than my very own soul
In a robe stands a wizard, he raises a wand
Between the earth and the sky he forges a bond
Between thought and form crackles an electric spark
Within my heart he merges the light and the dark
If within a house of mirriors you find yourself lost
There is a ticket to freedom, you know the cost
You must pay with all of your unused tears
You must relinquish forever all of your fears
Raise your head up now , you must stand tall
Seek what lies behind an illusionary wall
Look in those mirrors, whose face do you see?
Because if you can't see yourself, you can't see me.

CP

>That last line speaks volumes, CP.

[alchemikey]

you can sit back and wait
or you can step up to the plate

do you believe in fate?
or are you here to create?

a future of your own making
it is yours for the taking

be real...no more faking
think upon love when waking

spread that feeling all around
make all your speech a happy sound

give the peace that you have found
as you listen to your heart pound

with each beat the truth grows
don't look past your own nose

just breathe the wind that blows
as you watch how all life flows

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

When you get to the end of all the light that you know
and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown,
faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
either you will be given something solid to stand on
or you will be taught how to fly.

Edward Teller

[Protonexus]

Elongated shadows are cast from every upright object and scatter the ground like scratches, as if each was the last bastion of darkness. The great sun peaks over the horizon, breaking the veil of the long and cold night. The denizens of the dark scurry for their hiding places. What once was an elegant mansion, a paradise of splendor, for the creatures of the night is reduced to a sliver - a streak of shelter, an inn of ill repute burgeoning to capacity. There are not enough rooms in the bordello of shadow for them all to have their way. As the Earth tips further into the light, the claw marks of darkness slip slowly to their dens. As the day goes on, they would return again - reemerge to reclaim the night kingdom. This day is the final day, for Earth has chosen the light to stay. The night is over.

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Tell me a story of the time
before we had words to rhyme.
Of when we pulsed to talk and
had no head on which to stand.
What was it like before we
were segregated and built the
walls to protect ourselves.
When was unity put on the shelf
and packaged not to be opened.
When we did we not pretend
that we are somehow seperate.
How did we become so desperate
to put a label to end freedom
and try to call it wisdom.

[alchemikey]

you think...you thought...you heard
word after word after word

you seek...you sought...you found
the silent essence of sound

you feel...you felt...you know
the smile from an inner glow

you live...you love...you learn
only the heart can discern

you choose...you chose...you will
thrill upon thrill upon thrill

you give...you gave...you got
each moments' another shot

you wish...you hope...you pray
harmony leads the way

you breathe...you bow...you are
connected to every star

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here

~ e. e. cummings ~


(Complete Poems 1904-1962)

[SometimesThere]

What beautiful poetry people have wrote! Your few words speak volumes.

I hope no one minds me sharing what I recently wrote:

NEW MOON

Past wise men's eyes,
A silver lone light,
Lights into new life.
Marking distance passed,
Years sliding by.

I watched as a child,
I watched as an adult.
To join our faiths,
With hand holding hand,
As souls sink into time.

(Not about ascension in particular, just a few lines about the eternity of the soul and nature in model after the moon).

[haqiqu]

What beautiful poetry people have wrote! Your few words speak volumes.

I hope no one minds me sharing what I recently wrote:

NEW MOON

Past wise men's eyes,
A silver lone light,
Lights into new life.
Marking distance passed,
Years sliding by.

I watched as a child,
I watched as an adult.
To join our faiths,
With hand holding hand,
As souls sink into time.

(Not about ascension in particular, just a few lines about the eternity of the soul and nature in model after the moon).

Hello, Sometimes! By all means please post your poetry here. I feel poetry speaks silently to our deepest selves. Your offering is lovely.

[BlatzAdict]

I come From the Milky Way Galaxy Take 2/ Poetry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94korpOfeh4

[haqiqu]

The world is not a courtroom,
there is no judge, no jury, no plaintiff.

This is a carvan,
filled with eccentric beings
telling wondrous stories about God.

~ Saadi ~

[haqiqu]

Lots of sorrow and a little joy.
Lots of joy and only a bit
Of sorrow.
Who can know
The formula beforehand?

We don't get to watch
While it's mixed. No one tells us
What's in it.
We lift it
To our lips - azure elixir
That burns our throats to crystal.

~ Gregory Orr ~


(How Beautiful the Beloved)

[alchemikey]

spring has sprung
i feel so young

from winter's womb
i blossom and bloom

to warm with my gaze
just like the sun's rays

nature bursts into song
the mud...my feet do long

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

let it go

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love

~ e. e. cummings ~

(Complete Poems 1904-1962)

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spring has sprung
i feel so young

from winter's womb
i blossom and bloom

to warm with my gaze
just like the sun's rays

nature bursts into song
the mud...my feet do long

peace,
mikey

Nice spring poem, Mikey. It reminds me of a verse I learned long, long ago:

Spring has sprung
the grass has riz
I wonder where
the flowers is.

unknown

[alchemikey]

to find the seeker one must implode
into unity...into silence...into god mode

here it is revealed...here the veil lifts
all is known as self...there is no more rift

the illusion of "other" is finally seen through
the truth becomes clear...all of life is YOU

there never was anything else...just an ego dream
the bubble on the suface pops as you re-enter the stream

peace,
mikey

[haqiqu]

to find the seeker one must implode
into unity...into silence...into god mode

here it is revealed...here the veil lifts
all is known as self...there is no more rift

the illusion of "other" is finally seen through
the truth becomes clear...all of life is YOU

there never was anything else...just an ego dream
the bubble on the suface pops as you re-enter the stream

peace,
mikey

I like the idea of imploding. It created an interesting image in my mind and also some interesting thoughts.

[norral]

my heart

my heart drinks deeply from the fountain,
anxiously i lap the waters.
slow down, relax my brother, take your time, no rush,
take off your clothes , relax ,
we have all the time in the world, you and i.
entwined in her heart ,
where does she end and i begin.
a tangle of arms and legs,
i partake of her sweet center.
suddenly an explosion, a sunflower
propelling her children out into this world.
go and do your work ,
i love you , i always have.
do u get it , do u finally get it.
all is love

by norral

[norral]

i dont know what is going on with me but im in a creative surge here
hers another called


so

so , when i was a little child i was abused and beaten,
my mother used to make me kneel down and keep
my arms out, if they dropped i was smacked in the face.
my heart has been encased in concrete.
like some kind of human chernobyl,
never permitted to emit any human emotion,
ever again, not even a little.
except sometimes even concrete springs a leak,
and my pain seeps out,
to poison my enviroment and me once again.
trapped inside my house of pain,
i never stop crying, ever.
does anyone, could anyone,
could someone, would someone,
ever
ever
love
me


norral

i just wanted to say one thing i like to deal with painful topics when i
write poetry, who knows why

[haqiqu]

Hello Norral,

Your poetry is very moving I feel because you write about those painful topics. It's helpful to put that pain into words. I can identify with it; my mom was cruel to me, too.

[norral]

i love u sister. may we all be moved to live in our collective heart with love and unconditional acceptance.

[haqiqu]

The Fountain

Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen

the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes

found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.

The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched-but not because
she grudged the water,

only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.

Don't say, don't say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,

it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,

up and out through the rock.

~ Denise Levertov ~

(Poems 1960-1967)

[Xenos]

Up beyond the stairway.



My life is your stairway
Your transition under your feet,
The time consuming steps which drain your energy.

Never in between the
First or the second floor,
Always in the middle of everything.

I’m just a nuisance to you.

Everybody steps over me,
Seems like they don’t want to,
But they have to,
To go to the next floor.

I’m a stairway
Not too steep
Nor too long
Riddled with safe guard rails
To prevent you from falling.

But no one ever decides to hold on to these rails.

Step, jump, pound, run
Hurry, off to your next destination!
I’ll always be there for you
Ready to endure your pulverizing feet.

Don’t run too fast
You’ll fall over me.
Don’t walk too slow,
You’ll get sick of me.

I’m the one to blame for your injuries.
I hope one day
To have a person
Rest upon these steps,
Which tire your feet.

All I want is your love,
10 seconds of your attention
Please, count how many steps I have
Towards your destination.

Proceed to walk over me
But be gentle
I’ve known you all for so long
It’s obvious just by the pace of your movement.

Approaching your last steps
Just turn around once
And look to see how
This staircase has helped you.

Remember
That there is no f---ing
Second, third or fourth floor
Without this staircase
Blocking your way.

Please proceed to your next floor, using an elevator.

I poem i wrote a long time ago to let my negative feelings out on paper. I was hurt so much by the vampiric world when i was naive.
But it's an honor to have the gift to give, I just have to know that I have to keep a bit of blood to myself!

[norral]

Dear haqiqu and xenos

i love those poems. man im getting an education here much appreciated.
now i have one more poet on my list to explore who i wasnt aware of before. xenos i dont think i will ever walk up a stairway again without being grateful for it. what a profound point u make. you're saying wake up look at me dont just use me and take me for granted i am alive i feel also. beautiful.
haqiqu im interested where did u get that name from so melodic so pleasant to say.

love both of u
norral

[alchemikey]

i'm sick of fences...i'm tired of walls
i need open spaces where beauty enthralls

i'm sick of driving...i'm tired of gas
i just want to spin on the comfy green grass

i'm sick of thinking...i'm tired of words
if only i could soar with the chirping birds

i'm sick of working...i'm tired of money
i wish for a living like a bee makes honey

[haqiqu]

A Suspended Blue Ocean

The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish
That swim.

The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on,

And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves

Into my heart and upon
My skin.

There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,

For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.

They all say,

"Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved's Divine
Game,

O, in the Beloved's
Wonderful Game."

~ Hafiz ~



(The Subject Tonight Is Love -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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Dear haqiqu and xenos

i love those poems. man im getting an education here much appreciated.
now i have one more poet on my list to explore who i wasnt aware of before. xenos i dont think i will ever walk up a stairway again without being grateful for it. what a profound point u make. you're saying wake up look at me dont just use me and take me for granted i am alive i feel also. beautiful.
haqiqu im interested where did u get that name from so melodic so pleasant to say.

love both of u
norral

yes. that is one powerful poem, xenos. thanks for sharing. norral, my "net" name came from a misspelling of the word i meant to use. i liked it when i saw the mistake i had made and decided to keep it. i'm happy you like it.

[Xenos]

Thank you norral and haqiqu!
I didn't really like my poem but im glad you guys liked it! (and gained some insight?)

It's sometimes amazing to sit back and realize the tiniest things in life that seems to "fall between" our vision, just like it slides in between the grasp of our fingers.
It's those things (like staircases) that are the true treasures of life. Always there and never noticed.

Thats why gotta be thankful for anything and everything!

Love and light!

[haqiqu]

Thank you norral and haqiqu!
I didn't really like my poem but im glad you guys liked it! (and gained some insight?)

It's sometimes amazing to sit back and realize the tiniest things in life that seems to "fall between" our vision, just like it slides in between the grasp of our fingers.
It's those things (like staircases) that are the true treasures of life. Always there and never noticed.

Thats why gotta be thankful for anything and everything!

Love and light!

absolutely, everyday things can be magical when you take time to "see" them. being grateful enhances anything and everything

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* * * * * * * * * * * *
Love is not to be taken lightly....

Courageous one
Wishing to enter this play
Know: there are
No conditions nor limits.
One rule: it is all or nothing.
No regrets. No returns.
The only requirement is
Losing your self
Totally and completely
Leaving no trace
Of "I" or "mine"...

In the game of love,
The loser
Gets it all.
* * * * * * * * * * * *

in ruthless love,
yosy (never lost nor found) flug

[norral]

oh this is getting good really really good i love u guys and gals
you are beautiful and so creative

norral