ha ha. I think that ones 50 / 50 some times! :D
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Quantum Beings. {or my theory after some study of quantum physics of what our original role was in the shape of all things and what we shall return to.}
Be glorious shine resplendent forever more,
Leave behind all that stops you really seeing,
Infinite, infinitesimal forget all we knew before,
Universal our true state the Quantum being.
Ultimate freedom the whole of creation,
We begin where we end end where we begin,
Both everything and nothing time has no station,
We are all the universe for no or all time it is within.
No way to explain to you what we would feel,
Our part in all that has been and is and ever will be,
In a non existence that radiates for all time that's real,
We return back to our place of universal divinity.
By Matt Harmston
Crikey Tri, I am a bit overwhelmed by that, thank you very much. It is really generous of you and I appreciate it but you most definitely should not underestimate your talent by any means. I cannot be objective about my own work. I have reached a point in my life where I earn a living from my printmaking and I recognise that what I do has a niche out there and I'm happy with much of it. Writing is another thing. It is very new to me and I have no idea if it is something I can sustain, I just write from instinct and it is nice to have somewhere to share it. In fact, without the thread, I'm not sure I'd have written at all. You, on the other hand, have been posting heartfelt works of consistant quality that have touched us all for a few months now.
So, here's to all of us on the thread. I think there is a wealth of talent out there and so many styles.
Pleasure and thank you for your compliment. It is a genuine appreciation of your work. Your right in that there are a lot of very good poetry writers on this thread. I particularly enjoyed it getting a little silly yesterday.
running with the lads
twenty yards gap now forty
need to train harder
Hear hear!
I have been interested in the tone of the thread tonight, it is quiet and contemplative...I have noticed that this seems to bethe pattern after a sparky night last night it feels as if everyone is just chillin.....for now that is!....long live the thread!.......by the way tri your poem is really interesting
Yes, I noticed that too and I feel quite happy just reading posts and commenting now and again.
I'm also tired after a gruelling session at harriers. First one since I came back and I can see the big difference in my fitness plus the fell runners all had a great training month in the snow so are super fit. Still...I am prepared to work hard to get it all back and more.
Here's one for tonight's mood.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_ALElMLpRA
Return to innocence after the biscuit porn! :)
Cyber Friendship.
You bring joy to me,
Although all i know of you is circuitry,
I've never seen your faces,
You come from many different places,
It's nice to know your here each day,
We joke and write tap,tap,tap away,
Sometimes i'm low and sometimes mad it all depends,
But what keeps me coming back is you my dear friends.
By Matt Harmston.
ha ha - you should just lie for the comedy value! We'd never know. :)
My favourite tale is when I was in Joshua Tree National Park in the US and they were having a star gazing night. We were all loking skyward in absolute pitch black when a meteor shower happened. It was stunning and just like they'd planned it.
It makes me think of the film Local Hero which is one of my favourites.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMwcGPjYAIk
Lovely soundtrack too.
as DT would say..time for Pablo ?
Because Love Battles
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
Pablo Neruda
Prayer
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims1 sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.
Pray for us now. 2 Grade I piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
Carol Ann Duffy (1955-)
I do love the shipping forecast. I'm off to bed now, night all!xx
[quote=Hes;297907]Prayer
Hes this is lovely really like this line....
Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
Night x
Night all!x (its hello and goodbye to Merry, sorry, can't keep my eyes open).