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24-03-2013, 12:46 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
How very tao of you, Zat. Thumbsup

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24-03-2013, 08:23 PM (This post was last modified: 25-03-2013 07:31 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
My cat is ill

My cat is ill.
His recently bouncy body
now limp,
lying on the carpet,
unable to move...
...bright yellow eyes
now dull with pain,
fear, frustration,
not knowing if this is the end.
To the touch his fur is still soft, silky warm,
except for the ice-cold feet on the back,
dragging uselessly behind,
not carrying him
any longer.

I look at him
with so much pain
in my heart,
unable to tell him
that he may be dying…
…so young,
so soon,
so full of life
just yesterday.

It is a life,
I allowed
close to my heart,
to exchange with: love, affection,
recognizing each other's existence
and mutual need
for closeness, understanding,
for unconditional, unpretentious
interdependence.

Love of any life form
is as deep as you let it
penetrate beyond your defenses,
as vital as you dare to expose
your ephemeral, one-time existence
between your brief span
of not yet
and not any more,
that's what life is
that's it...
...all.
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26-03-2013, 08:21 AM (This post was last modified: 27-03-2013 08:33 AM by Zat.)
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Growing up....

When I was very young,
maybe five,
I was so eager,
learning a new song
every day,
practicing my alphabet,
asking so many questions,
helping Mommy in everything.

Then, at fifteen,
I was a rebel:
rejecting the lectures
that came from those horrible adults
who pushed me around.

Yet, at twenty-five
I was a serious adult
with my own philosophy
that explained everything.
No exceptions considered.

Then I was busy for a while
earning a living,
raising a family,
making ends meet...

Now, after seventy-two years
I know how little
I ever knew
of those fundamental questions
regarding the mystery of life...

Still, I learned a few things
that lie under the layers
of all those confounding details:
how silly, pathetic, hopelessly
and tragically insignificant
we are.

As I think about it,
Shakespeare comes to mind:
"...it is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing"
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26-03-2013, 03:29 PM (This post was last modified: 26-03-2013 03:48 PM by Zat.)
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Parents of the sixties

It's really tragic
how we have failed
to raise our children
to be self made
intelligent beings
who follow our path
and make the world a better place...
...but they make a farce
of logic, imagination,
creativity and ethics,
not daring to think big
to see the world
as a better place
...all they seem to do now
is play it comfortably safe.
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27-03-2013, 08:23 AM (This post was last modified: 29-03-2013 07:37 AM by Zat.)
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Ode to my cat

After so many decades of disappointments
we had to endure from friends, family --
we value this friendship
beyond anything we could find
in our species: tragic, stupid, vicious humanity.

..............
Edited to remove all but the relevant part.... Big Grin
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29-03-2013, 05:34 AM (This post was last modified: 29-03-2013 06:48 AM by Zat.)
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...one last time...

Farewell song

We exist in a deep cavernous void
studded with galaxies and stars
flitting about like swarms of fireflies
blinking in and out, emitting our cries.

We try to communicate, with smoke signals,
lanterns, acoustic vibrations,
making sense of what we see…
…but we are all blind and deaf
to each other's revelations.

We are locked inside our insectoid minds
crawling about our tiny patch of dirt,
never realizing how pointless a quest
it is to be human and not to be hurt.

In our isolated, brief existence,
we are cursed by a hopeless desire
to be loved and understood
that is all we aspire to achieve

as we pass each other
in the middle of the night...
...all we manage in the end
is hurt each other and fight.

It is best to look the other way,
pretending to be completely alone...
...in the midst of a crowded world
lock ourselves inside our home.

We tell ourselves
that loneliness is better than pain
as we hang on to what we call
beautiful, true, humane and sane.
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29-03-2013, 10:11 PM (This post was last modified: 29-03-2013 10:14 PM by GirlyMan.)
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Love

There is no point to any of this shit.
A wise man once said,
"Birth, and copulation, and death.
That's all there is when you come to brass tacks."
The wise man failed to consider the value of love,
however pointless and fleeting,
at saving a useless GirlyMan's ass,
while forging the brass tacks.

There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide. -Camus
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04-04-2013, 12:33 PM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2013 12:21 AM by Zat.)
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......Sorry about the mess I made...
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04-04-2013, 12:34 PM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2013 12:21 AM by Zat.)
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......I had one Scotch too many...
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04-04-2013, 03:00 PM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2013 12:22 AM by Zat.)
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......and I tried to communicate...again!...
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