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11-04-2013, 11:17 AM (This post was last modified: 13-04-2013 11:15 AM by Zat.)
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11-04-2013, 06:23 PM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2013 06:47 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 03:59 PM)Zat Wrote:  
(07-04-2013 02:42 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  You ain't dead yet, old man.

You ain’t dead yet

You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
...

Dylan wrote it, but Jimi embodied it. Big Grin

There must be some kind of way out of here,
Say the joker to the thief,
There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
...
No reason to get excited,
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
...










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11-04-2013, 07:39 PM (This post was last modified: 13-04-2013 08:17 AM by Zat.)
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Planting

Black, moist earth covers old fingers - gnarled, curly reeds,
as I prepare the bed for kernels to plant,
I contemplate the life hiding in the seeds
a force that only gods can grant.

I am not a gardener, a green-fingured creature,
only an amateur following strict scripture.

All life starts in such a mysterious way
with a seed being germinated.
I can't help but think of how I may
have been born, created

by my parents who desired, in their mind,
to plant their consciousness within a child.

Maybe all life on Earth was a gift of an alien culture,
setting a beautiful force into motion,
giving the sun, the dirt, the water structure,
launching an evolution.
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29-05-2013, 04:57 PM (This post was last modified: 07-06-2013 05:41 PM by GirlyMan.)
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Declaration of the Free
Robert Ingersoll - 1889

We have no falsehoods to defend
We want the facts;
Our force, our thought, we do not spend
In vain attacks.
And we will never meanly try
To save some fair and pleasing lie.

The simple truth is what we ask,
Not the ideal;
We've set ourselves the noble task
To find the real.
If all there is is naught but dross,
We want to know and bear our loss.

We will not willingly be fooled,
By fables nursed;
Our hearts, by earnest thought, are schooled
To bear the worst;
And we can stand erect and dare
All things. all facts that really are.

We have no God to serve or fear,
No hell to shun,
No devil with malicious leer.
When life is done
An endless sleep may close our eyes.
A sleep with neither dreams nor sighs.

We have no master on the land --
No king in air --
Without a manacle we stand,
Without a prayer,
Without a fear of coming night,
We seek the truth, we love the light.

We do not bow before a guess,
A vague unknown;
A senseless force we do not bless
In solemn tone.
When evil comes we do not curse,
Or thank because it is no worse.

When cyclones rend -- when lightning blights,
'Tis naught but fate;
There is no God of wrath who smites
In heartless hate.
Behind the things that injure man
There is no purpose, thought, or plan.

We waste no time in useless dread,
In trembling fear;
The present lives, the past is dead,
And we are here,
All welcome guests at life's great feast --
We need no help from ghost or priest.

Our life is joyous, jocund, free --
Not one a slave
Who bends in fear the trembling knee,
And seeks to save
A coward soul from future pain;
Not one will cringe or crawl for gain.

The jeweled cup of love we drain,
And friendship's wine
Now swiftly flows in every vein
With warmth divine.
And so we love and hope and dream
That in death's sky there is a gleam.

We walk according to our light,
Pursue the path
That leads to honor's stainless height,
Careless of wrath
Or curse of God, or priestly spite,
Longing to know and do the right.

We love our fellow-man, our kind,
Wife, child, and friend.
To phantoms we are deaf and blind,
But we extend
The helping hand to the distressed;
By lifting others we are blessed.

Love's sacred flame within the heart
And friendship's glow;
While all the miracles of art
Their wealth bestow
Upon the thrilled and joyous brain,
And present raptures banish pain.

We love no phantoms of the skies,
But living flesh,
With passion's soft and soulful eyes,
Lips warm and fresh,
And cheeks with health's red flag unfurled,
The breathing angels of this world.

The hands that help are better far
Than lips that pray.
Love is the ever gleaming star
That leads the way,
That shines, not on vague worlds of bliss,
But on a paradise in this.

We do not pray, or weep, or wail;
We have no dread,
No fear to pass beyond the veil
That hides the dead.
And yet we question, dream, and guess,
But knowledge we do not possess.

We ask, yet nothing seems to know;
We cry in vain.
There is no "master of the show"
Who will explain,
Or from the future tear the mask;
And yet we dream, and still we ask

Is there beyond the silent night
An endless day;
Is death a door that leads to light?
We cannot say.
The tongueless secret locked in fate
We do not know. -- We hope and wait.

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29-05-2013, 04:58 PM
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07-06-2013, 11:33 AM
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Counterpoint

My species
invented
death camps,
guillotines,
vivisection,
ethnic atrocity,

but discovered
sonnets,
counterpoint,
impressionism,
microphotography...

...no surprise that
it has evolved
a paranoid
schizophrenic
personality.
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07-06-2013, 01:36 PM
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^^ Zat that one just now was awesome Smile
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07-06-2013, 04:51 PM (This post was last modified: 09-06-2013 05:05 AM by Zat.)
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Conflicting loyalties

In grade seven, dripping with compassion,
Fred and I broke into our lab to rescue the rats...
I alone was caught and grilled for an hour,
urged to tell on my friend
or I would be expelled from the school ...
I kept silent - loyalty made me a loser, a fool.

At nineteen I was called up to the army
to attack the North Vietnamese
who never did me any harm,
I refused and had to flee,
leave my family, my friends, my life behind,
rather than become a blind puppet of the state
I chose a different fate.

Later in life, as an engineer,
I was offered a lucrative contract,
to work on weapons of mass destruction...
I chose to teach instead, for pitiful wages,
and my family had to go along,
follow me where I thought I belong.

My teaching career didn't last long.
Because support was minimal;
I didn't have the time and the resources
to teach the best way possible,
I wouldn’t support mediocre education...
I had to find a new occupation.

Finally I accepted a job
in a chemical factory,
but the conflict followed me there:
I was ordered to dump digoxin in our river
and, when I refused, I was shown the door,
out on the street once more.

That was the last straw for my wife,
she had enough of my principles,
my loyalty to my convictions,
so she left me to follow my lonely path...

...and I still do, I have no choice,
I must follow the voice
that tells me what is right…
the only loyalty I cannot fight.
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09-06-2013, 03:17 PM (This post was last modified: 09-06-2013 03:30 PM by Zat.)
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War

The nice man from the bank
helped me get a mortgage
I will pay for the rest of my life.
I thanked him for his kindness
as he read the documents
on how I would lose my home,
if I defaulted on a payment,
how I would find myself, quickly,
on the pavement.

The lady from the government
then gave me a tax bill to pay,
but she wouldn't say
what my punishment would be
if I couldn't come up with the fee.

The car dealer's gentleman was even nicer
as he gave me the key to my car,
telling me how I would cry
if I couldn't meet my obligations
to pay the monthly installations
I wouldn't get, on foot, very far.

The dentist, before he pulled my tooth,
wanted to know how I would pay him for the maim
he was going to do to my gums
to remove this head-splitting pain.

When I lost my job,
they told me to start a business,
don't wait for others to help me with this
misfortune of mine,
try to become independent,
don't count on my government.

I did and ended up making money
for everyone who suddenly appeared,
taking all that I made:
for rent and for interest,
for penalties, fees, taxes,
for permits and licenses,
for lawyers, for accountants,
for bribes and for promotion,
for legal resolution…
…urging me to work harder,
tighten my belt,
stop complaining about
how it felt.

I thanked them all for helping me along,
with kind words, inspiring phrases,
never once thinking that I was in a war
with a heartless, shameless whore:
the parasites of capitalism,
the leeches of the monied class,
who own our government, make our laws,
who are just happy to eat me alive
never, for a second, shy;
ready to discard me
when sucked dry.
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16-06-2013, 03:49 PM (This post was last modified: 17-06-2013 08:37 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
I was re-watching another episode of "Boston Legal" -- one of my favorite TV shows I own on DVD.

The irreverence of that show, the way it deals with the ridiculous contradictions of today's America, is so refreshing, by asking you to laugh at, instead of scream at, the world we live in.

The following poem is inspired by that show.

Every now and then

Every now and then
the shit hits the fan
and you don't give a damn
about the world going to hell…
…no one can stop the slide
into the abyss.

Then you have to kiss
your hopes good bye
and you are ready to fly
into the wild blue yonder.

Stop torturing yourself
with pointless wondering
about a future
you’re too old to see…

…decide just to be
today's champion of beauty,
truth and the splendor of existence…

…let no one deprive you
of this beautiful life:
this magnificent
experience.
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