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Old 07-13-2011, 07:01 PM
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Taking Rest

You get up from a park bench
And you walk away
And you stop
And look back
As if something -- what? --
Had been left behind

It was nothing
Just a bit of myself
As if I were a snail
Leaving a trail of myself behind

The day has opened
And my hand has opened
And the poem opens
Where the heart opens
The loss of the fear
Of falling

The falling away of death
The opening of death
The embrace of the dark
The hello to light
To shadow

This love is bigger than I am
It cannot go on carrying
Myself around
As if I knew myself at all
As if I need needed
The busy
Inward mirror
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Old 07-14-2011, 10:52 PM
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And now a song ...



Melody

Can you hear the melody
Arising from the fantasy
Arising from the common sense
And breaking down the self-defense?

You come to them with poetry
And listen to the mystery
They oblige sincerity
And offer up a yes indeed

Deeper still than garden seeds
Fuller than those garden weeds
Tending to your deepest needs
They know that you've been always free

And what if it's a dream bouquet?
They echo what you've always said
They know where you've been always dead
The palace living in your head

The world is just a dream machine
Or so it is on tv screens
The river flowing in your veins
The moment living still remains

And so you give them all you have
And pray the rhyme will be less bad
The way you dance across the floor
As if you're sure there's dancing more
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Old 07-16-2011, 03:30 PM
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"Words realize nothing, vivify nothing, unless you have suffered
in your own person the thing which the words try to describe"

- Mark Twain.









never mind

never mind all of this crap
about the heart being a pump
about the lungs being a bellows
about the soul being neurons
with sparks or chemicals
about the moon in your head
never mind all of that
time is short
metaphors are tall
tales
that weave together the
two worlds
of experience
and language
and one day science will agree
that the hummingbird
drinks
the pure nectar
in the center
of the chest

and all other gold
is fool's gold






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Old 07-16-2011, 04:02 PM
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Wolf Creek

Where a kiss is a mandala
Where the elements conspire against sleep
Where naked and clad and broken and together
Arms and hands and feet and legs reaching
Reaching toward the soil
Which is the skin
Which is the body
Which is the heart
Which is the sun
The rain
The blue of sky
And Grandmother Maple
Was that her name?
Holding us all
In breathing stillness
And illuminated kiss



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Old 08-16-2011, 01:23 PM
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Default The image, as in a hexagram. - Lew Welch

The image, as in a Hexagram:

The hermit locks his door against the blizzard.
He keeps the cabin warm.

All winter long he sorts out all he has.
What was well started shall be finished.
What was not, should be thrown away.

In spring he emerges with one garment
and a single book.

The cabin is very clean.

Except for that, you'd never guess
anyone lived there.
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Old 08-16-2011, 02:57 PM
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center piece

perhaps harmonies are made of balances
as when we stand
and wobble
because all standing
is minute wobbles
when not big wobbles
even the earth herself wobbles a bit
and when a poem is set in motion
it is like a spinning top
which knows where it wants to go
and the poet can only follow
and wobble a bit
there is no real life that doesn't wobble
who gave us this notion of steadiness?
as if being steady were not a recipe for
collapse
only that which bends
avoids snapping
i used to prefer the word harmony
to balance
"because it is dynamic" i said
now all i see are words
sounds made with the mouth and
printed on the page
don't get me wrong
i love language
only i'm losing the trail
of the top
of the poem
which spins
always beyond
the shiver on the skin
and when i lean left i must therefore
lean right
and when my love becomes great longing
i must be with my love
even now
though she is so far away
and when i have tears
i have a smile
and when i am laughing
i am also sad
and sometimes
grieving
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Old 08-17-2011, 10:48 PM
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Another Love Poem

Thunder rolls slowly over the mountaintops
And echos
And today is cool and grey
Summer
And tonight the crickets will sing again
But right now I'm seeking the idea for this poem
Its center
This poem which writes my life
This poem which shivers my skin
This poem which shakes my foundations
This poem which startles my heart
Further
Awake
Always further
Into astonished peace and joy and wonder
Deeper in

Somebody in a dream came to me and gave me
Infinite wealth
And then asked
How will you spend this?

And I replied
Send me thunder that rolls slowly over mountaintops
And echos
Cool and grey
Summer days
And in the night bring crickets
For these cheap bits of golden disks
I'll take a single purple crocus
And instead of a big house and a fancy car and career
And a backyard swimming pool
I'll take my simple life
Just as it is
With so much love
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Old 08-18-2011, 06:09 AM
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Unhappy

I could have told you you would leave
But I did so hope you'd stay
I told what I could not do
But still, you went away
It's not the miles of ocean wide
That sit between you and me
It's the fickle nature of your heart
And my willingness to flee
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Old 08-25-2011, 02:16 AM
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Praise be for the pain of love!
The way the seed breaks open and flowers shortly.
The wash of flood!
The breaking finally free.
And still there is the pain of love.
Its growing pains.
Not so final, after all.
Praise for the pain of love.
For the joy and the pain of love.
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Old 09-02-2011, 12:31 AM
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If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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