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10-11-2011, 06:47 PM
 
RE: Poets' Corner
All that talk about killing and dying reminded me of this old poem, trying to explain what is important at the end of your life.


Identity

In this age of uncertainty
its so hard to know who we really are.
Roles that we have tried on before
lie discarded in our wake
like snake-skins we outgrew...
...most of us are bare or mottled,
waiting for the new skin to hold,
hide and protect us a while.

When you came, I was recently
stripped more naked
than I had ever been before.
I quickly grabbed
whatever role was nearest...
...hiding behind flimsy façades,
I hoped
you would not see through me
and run away.

You stayed...
...gently started to heal wounded ego,
confused mind and jumbled feelings,
till I was free to look at me,
take stock, unearth
layer after layer of the "I" that you knew
hid there under heaps of rubble,
for both of us to discover.

Like anyone,
I was born with an open script:
talents, promises, handicaps,
danger signs and missing pieces.
It took some time, but now I know
who I have been,
who I am and, quite certain,
who I can be
in the precious
remaining time.

When I will finish my life,
I will not die rich and famous,
not one of my abilities
developed to full potential -
but when it comes,
I'll die content,
knowing that I avoided
what I feared most
in my darkest
premonitions.

I will die as most of us do:
unfinished art, unsung hero,
brave starts
and some accomplishments.
But, thanks to you,
I will not die like a sad fool
who never knew:
who he was and what he saw
in this land of mystery and tragedy
of glorious and triumphant Life.
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10-11-2011, 09:32 PM
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(10-11-2011 06:47 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Identity
...
I will die as most of us do:
unfinished art, unsung hero,
brave starts
and some accomplishments.
But, thanks to you,
I will not die like a sad fool
who never knew:
who he was and what he saw
in this land of mystery and tragedy
of glorious and triumphant Life.

Your last stanzas always give me shivers brother. I haven't decided yet whether or not your extended lead ups contribute or detract from those shivers.

I feel the need to add illustrations to our poetry ebook. But everything in our poetry ebook must be original, just like the poetry. Read a poem, draw a picture and I'll add it to our book. ... Yes?

#sigh
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11-11-2011, 12:24 AM (This post was last modified: 11-11-2011 12:29 AM by houseofcantor.)
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(07-11-2011 03:00 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  loving him as the desperate
and the condemned
can only love
before they died.

Desperate and condemned, only love as I live. That the Zat, right there. Wink

As a poet, cannot come in here unless I'm ready to read stuff ten times; then I gotta open my neck...

The 4th Identity

I remember, once
that there must be
one
first memory

I remember, once
numbers were for the count
that one plus one
could scale infinity's mount

Did I ever need
more than one
such simplicity
dimension one
what do we ever need
room to run
and is that not covered
infinite sum
one plus one
one plus one

I remember, once
trying to reach, my Gwynnies
striving to touch, to know
the love that continues to exceed
beyond all of my grasp
beyond all of my life to live
to know this is what
death, is my love to give?
surely not, not heaven to which I aspire
rather, to reach down below
that while I live, I live forward with one
and ready for any end to come, with zero

(Take that, Death! Whaa-PAH! Yeah, it's a YHWH thing, but the count ain't 1,2,3,4; it is 0,1,2,3 - as these words - Love, Truth, Life, Faith; they have those numbers. There ain't no fear of going anywhere with death because I have seen the Void in life - love. And screw this body, this Incomplete Identity; throw it in the recycle bin. Tongue)
(10-11-2011 09:32 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  I feel the need to add illustrations to our poetry ebook. But everything in our poetry ebook must be original, just like the poetry. Read a poem, draw a picture and I'll add it to our book. ... Yes?

For fifty bucks an hour. Big Grin

(fucking ellen Tongue)

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11-11-2011, 07:03 AM
 
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(10-11-2011 09:32 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Your last stanzas always give me shivers brother. I haven't decided yet whether or not your extended lead ups contribute or detract from those shivers.

Next time I will post only the last stanza first, so you can measure the shiver-rate, and then I will post the rest of the poem and you can measure the shiver-rate again.

This way you can determine scientifically whether the "extended lead ups" added or detracted from the shivers! Big Grin
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11-11-2011, 11:52 AM
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(10-11-2011 06:47 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  All that talk about killing and dying reminded me of this old poem, trying to explain what is important at the end of your life.


Identity

In this age of uncertainty
its so hard to know who we really are.
Roles that we have tried on before
lie discarded in our wake
like snake-skins we outgrew...
...most of us are bare or mottled,
waiting for the new skin to hold,
hide and protect us a while.

When you came, I was recently
stripped more naked
than I had ever been before.
I quickly grabbed
whatever role was nearest...
...hiding behind flimsy façades,
I hoped
you would not see through me
and run away.

You stayed...
...gently started to heal wounded ego,
confused mind and jumbled feelings,
till I was free to look at me,
take stock, unearth
layer after layer of the "I" that you knew
hid there under heaps of rubble,
for both of us to discover.

Like anyone,
I was born with an open script:
talents, promises, handicaps,
danger signs and missing pieces.
It took some time, but now I know
who I have been,
who I am and, quite certain,
who I can be
in the precious
remaining time.

When I will finish my life,
I will not die rich and famous,
not one of my abilities
developed to full potential -
but when it comes,
I'll die content,
knowing that I avoided
what I feared most
in my darkest
premonitions.

I will die as most of us do:
unfinished art, unsung hero,
brave starts
and some accomplishments.
But, thanks to you,
I will not die like a sad fool
who never knew:
who he was and what he saw
in this land of mystery and tragedy
of glorious and triumphant Life.

That was beautiful and moving. Thank you, Zatamon.

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11-11-2011, 02:57 PM
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Now the great Bear and Pleiades where earth moves
Are drawing up the clouds of human grief
breathing solemnity in the deep night.

Who can decipher in storm or starlight the written character of a friendly fate-
As the sky turns, the world for us to change?

But if the horoscope’s bewildering like a flashing turmoil of a shoal of herring,
Who? Who can turn skies back and begin again?

George Crabbe, "The Borough"

Who can turn skies back and begin again?
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11-11-2011, 03:04 PM
 
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defacto -- you are back!!

I am so pleased! Smile
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11-11-2011, 03:13 PM
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A defacto7 sighting! Right up there with the pine siskin.

This one just came to me from next-to-nowhere:

Roses are pink
Violets are purple.
Are you the fink
That stoled my turtle?

If you pray to anything, you're prey to anything.
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11-11-2011, 03:44 PM
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(11-11-2011 03:13 PM)Peterkin Wrote:  A defacto7 sighting! Right up there with the pine siskin.

This one just came to me from next-to-nowhere:

Roses are pink
Violets are purple.
Are you the fink
That stoled my turtle?

Yes, yes, yes. I very well may have been the one who soiled your turtle. I have been doing quite a bit of turtle soiling lately. There's just something about those turtles.... I can't put my finger on it...

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All hail to thee oh great Zatamon, the all knowing and powerful Zatamon... Blessed be thy holy... oh never mind.... Wink

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11-11-2011, 03:46 PM
 
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(11-11-2011 03:13 PM)Peterkin Wrote:  Roses are pink
Violets are purple.
Are you the fink
That stoled my turtle?

I can't help myself:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Poooootry, my dear,
isn't meant for you!

(I hope you don't mind a little teasing -- I KNOW you are a very talented poet, but you asked for it this time! Big Grin )
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