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Oct 6, 2013 17:42:35 GMT -8
Post by burt on Oct 6, 2013 17:42:35 GMT -8
Show me the way to the heart
would you?
will you?
could you?
Flip on a high beam or a flood ...
lend me a map, or draw one
can you?
fire up a torch? a lighter? ... or even just put a match to a single candle
are you?
Don't worry either way
I don't need the light of day
I'll put on a blindfold
stub toe on the left stones, and then the right
and I won't complain
for this will remind me of all of those days
that I stood in the bright sun with eyes wide open
and looked away from the anguish and tears on my brothers face
If you can't show me then would you tell me the way to the heart?
could you call out to me so that I can sense direction?
or even just whisper out a hint now and then
as I stumble blind
just a rasped "to the left! on yer right!"
just every now and then?
can you sound me the way to the heart?
it's ok either way please hear me say
I will plug my ears with cotton and stumble on
and reminisce
of all those nights that I ignored my brothers cries
in that dark callous corner of the world that was mine
when I pretended not the hear
Will I feel a tap on my shoulder on that cobbled silent road, in my self-imposed darkness?
Would you take my hand?
Can you feel me the way to the heart?
Today or any day hear me say that there's no way
for you to fail me
even if you remain aloof, silent, apart and in hiding.
Floating free in the center of the path
I will stand
And be
It is the best I can do
Or ever have or could have or would have done ... to be
And for this
There is no sorry
'cause it is there that I feel my brothers forgiveness
A flood of blinding bright
A tsunami of tears
in the hollow of Gods caress
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Oct 6, 2013 17:43:35 GMT -8
Post by burt on Oct 6, 2013 17:43:35 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too!
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Post by burt on Oct 10, 2013 4:44:19 GMT -8
What does it take to incite words to dance?
design as by plan or an accidents chance?
why do some flow and with cadence to ryhme?
and invite the reader to step out of time?
They come and they go and with butterfly net
some words on the screen with keyboard are met
by eyes that are open and clear and sublime
in minds that are sanguine the words they do find
a home of a sort for an instant or two
a gossamer stranded between me and you.
But what is the source of the letters arranged
in such a fashion of love all deranged?
What in the field of the fingers so prancing
sets consonants singing and vowels to dancing?
The field of the image does seem to entangle
the curious mind of a george that would rangel
these forms that would summon a second of grace
out of the chasm where emptiness race
Way way way back to eternities start
is where one must look to the source of the art.
One thing is followed by what will come next
and from profound picture will flow liquid text.
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Oct 10, 2013 8:48:31 GMT -8
Post by Reefs on Oct 10, 2013 8:48:31 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too! Would the picture below inspire a poem?  |
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Oct 11, 2013 9:25:22 GMT -8
Post by farmer on Oct 11, 2013 9:25:22 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too!  |
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Oct 11, 2013 10:51:49 GMT -8
Post by Portto on Oct 11, 2013 10:51:49 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too! So, you're sporting a nice carrot in one hand, and a gun in the other one. And you're trying to talk to Burt the bunny. Hmmm.... |
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Oct 11, 2013 11:38:38 GMT -8
Post by farmer on Oct 11, 2013 11:38:38 GMT -8
So, you're sporting a nice carrot in one hand, and a gun in the other one. And you're trying to talk to Burt the bunny. Hmmm.... well, the funny bunny man and I have a bit of history together, so there's that ;-) much respect and appreciation comes to mind burt requested a photographic muse to inspire more rhymes and my submission is a sincere one |
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Post by burt on Oct 12, 2013 2:42:08 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too! Would the picture below inspire a poem? A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the wind There, in the sun, on the sand, in front of the seemingly endless sea There was noone there In the center of the crowd, and at the edge, noone was missing, noone was alone As the waves broke, and the white caps fizzled, and the water lapped at the edge of the earth Nothing moved A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the ocean Some gulls circled overhead, catching the breeze just right to hover Chatter of voices, sound of the choices A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the world To bask, to swim, to be? A few blankets down were those making the sound of a poker game, chips and a beer A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was eternity (** sip sip **) was said in reply no need was there to medicine ply the lime and the coconut, were just for taste A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was a rumor In the sun, on the sand, with shaded eyes out on the horizon Nothing happened Nothing was gained What was there to lose? A man went to the beach one day ... |
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Post by burt on Oct 12, 2013 2:53:18 GMT -8
pictures have been known to inspire poems too! The blood in the snow is next springs breakfast for the grass The icicles in the pines On a sunny day Shed a tear for the living ... who ... By a dozen carrots they see By a hundred rabbits they move By a thousand anscestors they think In a million pines they do shade But only on a moment Do they know |
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Oct 12, 2013 6:22:54 GMT -8
Post by Reefs on Oct 12, 2013 6:22:54 GMT -8
Would the picture below inspire a poem? A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the wind There, in the sun, on the sand, in front of the seemingly endless sea There was noone there In the center of the crowd, and at the edge, noone was missing, noone was alone As the waves broke, and the white caps fizzled, and the water lapped at the edge of the earth Nothing moved A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the ocean Some gulls circled overhead, catching the breeze just right to hover Chatter of voices, sound of the choices A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was the world To bask, to swim, to be? A few blankets down were those making the sound of a poker game, chips and a beer A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was eternity (** sip sip **) was said in reply no need was there to medicine ply the lime and the coconut, were just for taste A man went to the beach one day and all that came home was a rumor In the sun, on the sand, with shaded eyes out on the horizon Nothing happened Nothing was gained What was there to lose? A man went to the beach one day ... Hey, thanks. Definitely not a poem for sand eaters.  |
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Post by farmer on Oct 12, 2013 9:42:35 GMT -8
mist flies high as the ocean bellows
the grace of the sea showers the field in white
rabbit watches in silence, unperturbed
perturbed by thoughts, a stalker spies the hare
though his ideas are flawed his aim is true
rabbit dies in silence, unperturbed
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Oct 13, 2013 16:15:39 GMT -8
Post by burt on Oct 13, 2013 16:15:39 GMT -8
nice Dan, really nice man.
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Jan 11, 2014 22:22:35 GMT -8
Post by freefall on Jan 11, 2014 22:22:35 GMT -8
Every move we make a search for what we already are.
Despite not a single atom apart we search and search
and search so very long and far, lifetimes to mars.
In a quest to close the gap, hide this & cover that,
i want this & i want that. Give me connection, give me
wholeness & make me complete, deep down love
is what we seek. What a paradox, a seeking theme
without a single underlying seam!
What your looking for is not far whispers the love you
already are, it is but your mind that has gone to mars!
Come closer, closer than the planet you inhabit and your
country or nationality. Come closer than your cozy town
and family, closer than your title or personality, come
even closer than your beliefs, religion or ideologies.
Still come closer, closer than any subtle percept, closer
than your own breath.
The rest you seek cannot be perceived, an intimacy too
close for any eye to see! Although what you seek cannot be
seen, this love you are encompasses everything, another
paradox in the wonder and mystery of the supreme.
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Jan 15, 2014 21:19:34 GMT -8
Post by burt on Jan 15, 2014 21:19:34 GMT -8
Every move we make a search for what we already are. Despite not a single atom apart we search and search and search so very long and far, lifetimes to mars. In a quest to close the gap, hide this & cover that, i want this & i want that. Give me connection, give me wholeness & make me complete, deep down love is what we seek. What a paradox, a seeking theme without a single underlying seam! What your looking for is not far whispers the love you already are, it is but your mind that has gone to mars! Come closer, closer than the planet you inhabit and your country or nationality. Come closer than your cozy town and family, closer than your title or personality, come even closer than your beliefs, religion or ideologies. Still come closer, closer than any subtle percept, closer than your own breath. The rest you seek cannot be perceived, an intimacy too close for any eye to see! Although what you seek cannot be seen, this love you are encompasses everything, another paradox in the wonder and mystery of the supreme. it might seem that there is a stopping but don't pay it no mind that's just the world, it decided to stop spinnin' for you when did that happen? how? why? find sublime in lack of rhyme, yourself in lack of reason the world it flared as you mid-air just blended all the seasons all these colors, textures, sounds, sights the cold snow and the baking beach you just relaxed and dropped your reach mars scowls venus swoons jupiter laughs and the sun just can't stop lovin' somewhere, on the other side of the galaxy you wink, and the fabric of the night dances |
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Jan 16, 2014 15:45:38 GMT -8
Post by freefall on Jan 16, 2014 15:45:38 GMT -8
Every move we make a search for what we already are. Despite not a single atom apart we search and search and search so very long and far, lifetimes to mars. In a quest to close the gap, hide this & cover that, i want this & i want that. Give me connection, give me wholeness & make me complete, deep down love is what we seek. What a paradox, a seeking theme without a single underlying seam! What your looking for is not far whispers the love you already are, it is but your mind that has gone to mars! Come closer, closer than the planet you inhabit and your country or nationality. Come closer than your cozy town and family, closer than your title or personality, come even closer than your beliefs, religion or ideologies. Still come closer, closer than any subtle percept, closer than your own breath. The rest you seek cannot be perceived, an intimacy too close for any eye to see! Although what you seek cannot be seen, this love you are encompasses everything, another paradox in the wonder and mystery of the supreme. it might seem that there is a stopping but don't pay it no mind that's just the world, it decided to stop spinnin' for you when did that happen? how? why? find sublime in lack of rhyme, yourself in lack of reason the world it flared as you mid-air just blended all the seasons all these colors, textures, sounds, sights the cold snow and the baking beach you just relaxed and dropped your reach mars scowls venus swoons jupiter laughs and the sun just can't stop lovin' somewhere, on the other side of the galaxy you wink, and the fabric of the night dances love that! beautiful. |
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