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28-09-2011, 05:05 PM
 
RE: Poets' Corner
I tried to summarize my "Hope, Despair, Coping" thread in a poem.

Here is the result:

Wisdom

We live, ascending a mountain,
clambering up a spiral path -
we get back to the same spot again,
a bit higher each time,
a bit more to see.

After a while,
you can't help but see a pattern:
survive, propagate and pass on,
make room for the next cycle,
the next young, blind, groping generation
who will reinvent the same world
in their brash, confident, all-knowing way.

Once you see this,
you're a free man:
not consumed by passion
to understand god's 'Grand Design',
not seeking the holy grail of
'essence', purpose', 'meaning' of life.

And then, with your new-found truth,
you finally open your eyes
to the only thing that matters
and can never be grasped, understood or defined:
the beauty of this wonderful world,
of this magnificent Planet...
...waiting to be seen, worshipped
in awe, in humble gratitude and admiration.
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29-09-2011, 05:40 PM (This post was last modified: 29-09-2011 07:54 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(28-09-2011 05:05 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Wisdom

I like the last stanza a lot.

And now for something completely different. The poetry is excellent, the music might be more of an acquired taste. Wink

Eggshells - by, well we're not exactly sure, but it's either the Grateful Dead or Plastic By Nature (whoever they are)

Gazing out my window
I can see the snow below,
and it flows into my soul
from the eggshell of my mind.

I found a way
I could navigate my boat
through these troubled waters,
to the shores of Shangri-La.

Eggshells,
Eggshells,
help me separate my yolks from my whites.

Standing in the phone booth
just waiting for the call,
but I don't know who it is
or where they are.

Biding my time,
in the heart of the purple city,
these bright lights
shining in my eyes.

Eggshells,
Eggshells,
help me separate my yolks from my whites.

So there I was,
all alone.
Nowhere left to go but down.
Only thing on my face was a frown.

Eggshells,
Eggshells,
help me separate my yolks from my whites.




As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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01-10-2011, 04:41 AM
 
RE: Poets' Corner
I was planning to post the following poem:

Hovering

I have been hovering
over life,
looking for a perch:
strong enough for my weight,
light enough to sway in the breeze,
high enough to give me a view,
safe from the teeth,
safe from the claws.

A perfect place,
protected from sharp winds;
some shade but not too much,
so the sun could warm my heart
before the long, cold night
of oblivion.

I’m still looking
though my wings are tired,
though each new place
seems a poorer one,
as I am losing hope,
out of time,
out of choice.

I wish I could go back
to my youth of un-squandered resources
and start again,
with a lot more tolerance,
a lot less pride,
a little more wisdom.

Any day now
I’ll have to take a chance on landing,
touch and be touched…
…long enough to sing my song
about beauty, awe and wonder,
about the gift of having seen,
having felt,
having been,
for this fleeting moment
between the not yet
and the not any more…

…ready or not,
here I am,
here is home.


...but decided to post this one instead:



Reverse-land


Now I live in reverse-land
where everything is upside down:
reverse seventy-one -- you get seventeen,
reverse serious and you get
an old hippy, a silly clown.

In normal-land I'm past
the best years I remember,
my eyes are dim,
my hair is grey,
my knees always tender.

In reverse-land I thrive,
seeking new adventure:
write a book on science;
play with violin,
poetry,
sculpture.

As I age in normal-land,
in reverse-land I grow ever younger,
soon I will be a child again:
innocent, happy, curious,
in my world of magic and wonder.

I don't really mind
reversing ravages
time has done to my pride...
...soon I will surrender
to this illusion
…lean back in my rocking chair,
enjoying the ride.

Big Grin

Sorry guys, real life is just too much work!
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02-10-2011, 08:48 PM
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There was an old man from Nantucket,
Whose word was so brash he could suck it.
Now his mouth is more shut, as his head's up his butt,
If I do that again just say "fuck it!"

(unless it's to a theist or something)

That's the best I can do with poetry, I'm afraid.

Zatamon, I publicly apologize...

Who can turn skies back and begin again?
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02-10-2011, 10:35 PM
 
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.........no worries, mate.......Smile
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03-10-2011, 08:32 PM
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(11-09-2011 11:56 AM)Zatamon Wrote:  Aging

What do I have
I don’t want to lose
no matter what?
What do I keep
till there’s no more “I”
able to want?

.....................

Age creeps up on me,
stealing me blind,
now I need glasses;
driving on the road
I am so slow,
every old lady passes.

My joints are shot
my hearing’s so bad
you have to say things twice.
My hair’s getting thin,
but thrives in the nose:
this is not very nice.

My elbow hardly bends,
my fingers always ache,
don’t even mention my neck!
I don’t run any more,
shuffle is more likely…
…admit it: I am an old wreck.

It isn’t so bad,
when I consider:
I’m not really losing -

because, as I age,
with less and less ‘can-do’
less and less seems worth while doing.

Goddam I love the last stanza of your poems. They sum it all up in a nice neat nutshell.

Today mine is from Leonard Cohen telling us what everybody already knows.

Everybody Knows - Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows




As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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03-10-2011, 11:15 PM
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Okay, Girly's going nomad with something original.

Contentment

What I have
Is all I want
And all I need.
I am content.

As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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04-10-2011, 08:25 AM
 
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(03-10-2011 11:15 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Okay, Girly's going nomad with something original.

Contentment

What I have
Is all I want
And all I need.
I am content.

I like it a lot -- reminds me of a mood I recorded a while ago:


Fog


The morning fog painted my sky
with gray, wet, April branches
shivering in the wind like skeletons of past summers,
like bent old men remembering their youth -
I feel my age today.

My mind drifts into familiar grooves of despair,
knowing too much so easily turns into gloom…
…the fog will do it any old time:
a perfect envelope for pessimistic thoughts.
I wish that sunshine of yesterday
lasted a bit longer - I so enjoyed the illusion of spring.

The news were bad last night,
like the wet fog,
they surround everything…
…it’s hard to see evolution
when we repeat mistakes from
decades, centuries and millennia ago.

With a conscious will of effort
I close my eyes and remember a different day
when the sun set my heart on fire,
embracing the trees in golden halo,
offering beauty, promising peace.

In life, I have learnt by now,
everything comes in pairs:
light and darkness,
warm - cold,
love - hate;
good and evil;
birth and demise…

…I have free will
to bask
in either side:
it’s up to me,
it has always been so.
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04-10-2011, 08:39 AM
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I wondered when ol' Leonard would show up!

Here is another guy from there- and then-abouts:

La Condition Humaine
by Irving Layton

And yet I wonder
which gave Camus
the greater angst:

Life's pointless suffering
and the viciousness
of the human race

Or that a protruding ear
spoiled his good looks?


and

God made the viper, the shark, the tsetse fly
He made the hyena, the vulture, the stoat
By the time he made man
He had the combination down perfect

If you pray to anything, you're prey to anything.
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05-10-2011, 09:25 PM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2011 09:58 PM by GirlyMan.)
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(05-10-2011 08:41 PM)Mr Woof Wrote:  Go with the flow , obey the good
No need to knoew if you really should
The time senjoyed are insurpassed
think for yourself and finish last.
In western society, said to be free
there are right of sorts don't you see.
There's freedom there in joining a cause
but hang on a minute, before the applause
What of those with opposing views?
Or is the fun to be found in mutual abuse?
Are our polarized thoughts, almost subliminal
To see all bu tour own as the heinous criminal


Our clever world rests on a huge divide
As the Church and pollies say with pride.
Wheyr'e doing our part to help world suffering
Their pseudo good deeds; simply a buffering.
In a culture wher affluence knows no bound
Will real help for the masses ever be found.


Any pleasure today can be bought at a price
and from what I have read lots are not very nice
Cocaine, child abuse, pickled brains and superstars.
Dog cooked at your table and drinks spiked at bars
As part of it all we intuit sick grandness
Oh for simplicity, I'd even take blandness.

(2006 The Woofster)

Nice poem from The Woofster.

As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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