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18-09-2011, 03:07 PM (This post was last modified: 18-09-2011 03:37 PM by GirlyMan.)
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Dunno why, but Zatamon's I am sixty brought to mind some contemporary poetry from the late great Jim Morrison. ... Crazy, huh?





Doors The Soft Parade Lyrics

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/doors/the+s...42755.html ]
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry


(18-09-2011 02:05 PM)bemore Wrote:  You made it as a poet though Zat........just because you may not have had your works published not had critical acclaim from all over the world.......doesnt take away your talent my friend.

Yeah, he's very good and I feel fortunate to witness this brith of an artist.. But it's almost as if external validation somehow diminishes its intrinsic value. I would imagine that is the deal with the devil that artists make. We all must make our own deals with the devil.

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18-09-2011, 03:13 PM
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Hey poets Wink
I write some poetry too, but usually in german Tongue Now a question: is it useful to publish german poetry here or just english? That's a little bit difficult to write for me, cause I'm neither native speaker nor genius. Or do you have tips how to write in other languages? thank you Smile [/align]
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18-09-2011, 03:40 PM (This post was last modified: 18-09-2011 03:44 PM by GirlyMan.)
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(18-09-2011 03:13 PM)darksky Wrote:  Hey poets Wink
I write some poetry too, but usually in german Tongue Now a question: is it useful to publish german poetry here or just english? That's a little bit difficult to write for me, cause I'm neither native speaker nor genius. Or do you have tips how to write in other languages? thank you Smile

Post it in German. I won't be able to understand it but if it's good enough somebody else here will translate it into English and various other popular languages..

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18-09-2011, 05:03 PM
 
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(18-09-2011 02:05 PM)bemore Wrote:  You made it as a poet though Zat........just because you may not have had your works published not had critical acclaim from all over the world.......doesnt take away your talent my friend.

Thank you bemore, I appreciate your feedback.

I have never been ambitious enough to publish anything -- I write only for my own pleasure and a few friends who like to read them.

I did leave out an important part from the "Perfect Life" thread: "The Perfect Love". Maybe we should start one, so people can tell about the happiest relationships in their lives (not necessarily with a mate).

I could start it off with another of my poems (warning: the word 'god' is used in a purely symbolical way, representing fate in this case):

Happiness

god,
I don’t know what it all means,
and I do have plenty to be mad about:
blame you for the hate, suffering,…
…but today,
I am disarmed by the enormous gift
you bestowed on me last night
when, for an unexpected moment,
you made me glad
to be alive.

It wasn’t much,
just a simple statement:
‘but of course, I love you, Francis’;
just a look of pleasure, peace, contentment…
…she does mean everything to me
in this confused, sad world.

This love,
this certainty,
non-negotiable faith
and non-relative truth
saves me from drowning
in the tide of anger and pain,
of evil and stupidity…

…for a precious Sunday morning
out of place, out of time,
I can nurture this soft, gentle glow,
this absolute, this happiness,
and for that,
I do thank you,
god.


or, maybe this one?


What is love?

When you are old,
you know how little sense it all makes.
What keeps you going
is a deeply felt oneness,
with Another…
…the answer to the riddle
of elusive human happiness.

When you are old,
choking back all the unshed tears
collected in a lifetime,
your hurt is wiped off
by the smile of one
who forgives you:
imperfect.
Not what you pretend,
saving your fragile ego
from the rest.

When you are old,
and you have told
all your stories
to anyone who would listen,
your love will gently hold your hand
and ask you to tell, once more,
how you felt
when you met for the first time.
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20-09-2011, 11:09 PM (This post was last modified: 20-09-2011 11:54 PM by GirlyMan.)
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(18-09-2011 05:03 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  What is love?

...
When you are old,
and you have told
all your stories
to anyone who would listen,
your love will gently hold your hand
and ask you to tell, once more,
how you felt
when you met for the first time.

That'll work. ... Think I know how to run with that. Smile

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21-09-2011, 06:27 PM
 
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(20-09-2011 11:09 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  That'll work. ... Think I know how to run with that. Smile

Happy running, GirlyMan!

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22-09-2011, 08:30 AM
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Even the grave
is only for a moment -
Don't you know?
Laughter is a kind of loving, too.

It's not the mean god I have trouble with - it's the people who worship a mean god.
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22-09-2011, 05:05 PM
 
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Very nice, Peterkin....

....and, of course, it reminds me:

Existence

Existence is such a tenuous thing:
a knife-edge splitting off
future from the past:
the not-yet from the not-any-more,
it doesn't last at all,
just tumbles through our minds
from plans to memories
carrying with it
who we think we are:
a collection of hopes and fears -
one never asks:
if there is a grave
for our everlasting soul?
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22-09-2011, 06:33 PM (This post was last modified: 22-09-2011 07:13 PM by GirlyMan.)
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(22-09-2011 08:30 AM)Peterkin Wrote:  Even the grave
is only for a moment -
Don't you know?
Laughter is a kind of loving, too.

Finally we get to some haiku. I might actually be able to contribute something original here if I can just resurrect some 30 year dead stanzas.

Thanks Peterkin!

(22-09-2011 05:05 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Existence

"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving." - Colonel Kurtz, Apocalypse Now, Coppola channeling T.S.Eliot, Mistah Kurtz - he dead. A penny for the Old Guy.

(21-09-2011 06:27 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Happy running, GirlyMan!

"Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up! Its bobsled time! Cool runnings!"

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23-09-2011, 01:00 PM
 
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Anger

Of all human obscenities
I can never forgive the way
we kill, exploit and torture life forms...
...and how we abuse our young
in mass slaughter we perpetrate once in a while
(we call it war).

Just listen to the muddled lies, self-serving myths,
sanctimonious and idiotic explanations!
They say: "our children"
(dehumanized, crippled both in body and mind)
"are our heroes"
(not forced, duped or frightened into becoming trained killers)
but who - take this - "made the ultimate sacrifice",
"laid down their lives"...
...so their elders gain turf,
have spoils to fight over ,
become "pillars of the nation"
(with fat, off-shore bank accounts.)

And then wonder
whether being human means lying to ourselves,
hiding our shame under layers of pretenses?
and then wish we never "evolved"
to this schizophrenic nightmare
where we can't help being vicious
and we can't help feeling guilty
about it.

god!
if you are there,
let me tell you with my puny, ephemeral, primitive mind:
it was such a grievous blunder
(or cruel joke)
to plant that tree in the garden,
giving us the knowledge of our savage nature,
barbaric needs,
our remorseless and relentless killer instinct
that devours all that we can
and destroys all, whatever, is left over.
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