Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

Reverie

on the cusp
perhaps
butterflies flutter
long dormant
awakened by your sun
standing on the edge
that dizzying height
wheel and run
or lean and fall
hoping their wings
can carry me...

(the author wishes to point out that she is just introspecting...any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental;))

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I love the imagery of being carried by butterfly wings and the metaphor, very nice :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

I love the imagery of being carried by butterfly wings and the metaphor, very nice :)

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Thanks Freckle...I like the idea of the fragility of their wings symbolising that it is 'touch and go' as to whether they can protect and support the leaper and also butterflies symbolising transformation. I use them a lot in my artwork. Then there is the whole butterflies in the stomach thing...I have an illustration idea for that.

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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Hes this is truly sublime...it makes me ache with shocked empathy.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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That final verse in particular, tells it like it is, says it all - unadorned, to the point - very well said Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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Nice one Hes

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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I love that line "what I mean is that if your told that a word will hurt then it will" brilliant !

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Hey Herakles, this is great. Very powerful! Love and hate...important topics on the thread.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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Must be something in the air tonight? This is wonderful NDubya. I love the hummingbird analogy. I know the feeling too...so many ideas but each nt quite within your grasp for long enough to make anything of them.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Hes this is truly sublime...it makes me ache with shocked empathy.

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Thanks very much for that Mossy. I think people forget that side of break ups sometimes. 'love me, love my kids' also means 'lose me, lose them too'.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Very moving, personally, i'd rather be mentally ill than ignorant of other peoples feelings and illness's.
But the bullies and ignoramus' sometimes win, i got the cane at school for hitting a couple of lads who were bullying another lad (he was mentally affected by finding his father dead when he was very young) they got a little pep talk. It was the only time i dared go home and tell my Dad i'd been caned:D

Our poetry thread has captivated another person.

We will need Hanneke to translate the haiku.

An example:

Sneeuw
In de sneeuwnacht roept
plots een uil de stilte stuk.
Een vreemde vogel.

Hes will enjoy it!

Thanks everyone very kind. My view on this is to do exactly what iconic rap outfit N***** with attitude did and others which is reclaim a word that was used in a derogatory fashion and use it as a term of endearment. Hence the word loses all it's power and just becomes like any word a random collection of letters. So as far as i'm concerned bring it on call me mentally ill ,retard,freak whatever because i know i am and i am proud of it. If you were to read some of my poetry you would see i feel fortunate being able to view the human experience in a special way. And yes of course i have my ups and downs but never because of an ignoramus.

That is beautiful Hes.

Didn't relationships seem so simple once upon a time: You met a few people, found the "right one", settled down, had kids, they had kids, the end.

That happens for a few I guess, but there are so many incredible variations and permutations that have to be considered when travelling through a thoroughly interesting life. Battling with other people's emotions and our own to find a path with which we are happy. Never perfect, just the best route to get you to the next junction. Robert Frost and his two paths always makes it sound so leisurely, but it is often never that straight forward.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Our poetry thread has captivated another person.

We will need Haneke to translate the haiku.

An example:

Sneeuw
In de sneeuwnacht roept
plots een uil de stilte stuk.
Een vreemde vogel.

Hes will enjoy it!

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I love the sound of that haiku even though I don't understand a word!

Quote:

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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That is superb NW. I can sometimes get home after a run knowing I had the best idea for a poem ever; but can I remember what the earth-shattering verse was? No chance.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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I hope those words and ideas have only gone temporally N-D.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That is beautiful Hes.

Didn't relationships seem so simple once upon a time: You met a few people, found the "right one", settled down, had kids, they had kids, the end.

..........

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I found this some time ago regarding a 'western' Zen perspective re; relationships and their significance in our lives.

http://www.tricycle.com/magazine/col...nships-no-gain

There are some interesting ideas here.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Our poetry thread has captivated another person.

We will need Haneke to translate the haiku.

An example:

Sneeuw
In de sneeuwnacht roept
plots een uil de stilte stuk.
Een vreemde vogel.

Hes will enjoy it!

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The translation thing-me-jig came up with this (no, I'm not referring to Hester:))

Snow

Eight calls in the snow

an owl suddenly the silence piece.
A strange bird.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

The translation thing-me-jig came up with this (no, I'm not referring to Hester:))

Snow

Eight calls in the snow

an owl suddenly the silence piece.
A strange bird.

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apologies Hes, I meant Hannke - I'm not with it this evening!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

apologies Hes, I meant Hannke - I'm not with it this evening!

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er.... that's ......Hanele - see what I mean?????????:o:o

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

er.... that's ......Hanele - see what I mean?????????:o:o

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er.....Haneke....I'm going to bed now, it's all too much:confused:

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I found this some time ago regarding a 'western' Zen perspective re; relationships and their significance in our lives.

http://www.tricycle.com/magazine/col...nships-no-gain

There are some interesting ideas here.

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That is a fascinating article and one I'll have to return to again to absorb fully. The last two paragraphs are especially interesting.

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We learn to keep our relationships and support systems in good repair because we admit to ourselves how much we need them. We take care of others for our own sake as well as theirs. We begin to see that all our relationships are part of a broad spectrum of interconnectedness, and we respect not only the most intimate or most longed-for of our relationships but also all the relationships we have—from the most personal to the most public—which together are always defining who we are and what we need in order to become fully ourselves.

Relationships work to open us up to ourselves. But first we have to admit how much we don’t want that to happen, because that means opening ourselves to vulnerability. Only then will we begin the true practice of letting ourselves experience all those feelings of vulnerability that we first came to practice to escape.

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Originally Posted by Hes

While I'm at it....I wrote this a month or so ago. The mason imagery I used elsewhere but I reread this and didn't dislike it as much as I thought.

Fathers and lovers

Those two lovers have come and gone
But like the mason shaping stone
Their hands and words leave indelible marks
That linger invisible in mind and body
And shape my future self
Looking through windows to the past
I glimpse family mornings
And I, the temporary guest,
Sitting at breakfast tables
With his timid daughters
And his fiercely passionate twins
I took as little space as possible
So that my disappearance would go unnoticed
When I pass them in the street
We smile at each other
but I do not know them now
Long limbed coltish
Beautiful young women
Do they remember how I swang
Upside down to make them laugh
Took them to their first concert
Jumped rivers to please them
These surrogate children who were never mine
I mourned the loss of my lovers
His blue eyes and wolfish grin
Long body, firm hands, gentle voice,
And he, sullen yet passionate
Anger simmering behind fierce loving
But it is them that I miss still
I am no longer privy to their promise
I will not celebrate their successes
Hug them through their failures
My little strangers.

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I can't really express how moved I felt when I read this, it is beautiful Hes thank you so much for sharing it

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Hate.

Don't try to change the minds of the ignorant,
By trying to make them force down P.C. platitudes,
They will take no notice of you and never repent,
Their minds are closed books full of violence and feuds.

Well meaning you maybe put this approach gives them power,
What needs to change is the focus of attack,
Then their position will weaken hour by hour,
By bringing it back to the so called victim we can take it back.

What i mean is that if you're told that a word will hurt then it will,
So turn that round it is only a random collection of letters,
If you use this train of thought you can knock down the hill,
And never worry again about these cowardly braggers.

To conclude lets start now and take the words back,
And destroy their power and be upfront and proud,
There is nothing to stop us walking this track,
So tell the world I'm mentally ill and proud.

By Herakles.

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Good stuff herakles

My God, it's quiet around here, and I'm most definitely getting the withdraw DTs for the lack of any DT's Haiku.

So to shake you lot up, here's an offering from Our Sylvia.....


The Disquieting Muses

Mother, mother, what illbred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
Cousin did you so unwisely keep
Unasked to my christening, that she
Sent these ladies in her stead
With heads like darning-eggs to nod
And nod and nod at foot and head
And at the left side of my crib?

Mother, who made to order stories
Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear,
Mother, whose witches always, always,
Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder
Whether you saw them, whether you said
Words to rid me of those three ladies
Nodding by night around my bed,
Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.

In the hurricane, when father's twelve
Study windows bellied in
Like bubbles about to break, you fed
My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine
And helped the two of us to choir:
"Thor is angry: boom boom boom!
Thor is angry: we don't care!"
But those ladies broke the panes.

When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced,
Blinking flashlights like fireflies
And singing the glowworm song, I could
Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress
But, heavy-footed, stood aside
In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed
Godmothers, and you cried and cried:
And the shadow stretched, the lights went out.

Mother, you sent me to piano lessons
And praised my arabesques and trills
Although each teacher found my touch
Oddly wooden in spite of scales
And the hours of practicing, my ear
Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable.
I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere,
From muses unhired by you, dear mother,

I woke one day to see you, mother,
Floating above me in bluest air
On a green balloon bright with a million
Flowers and bluebirds that never were
Never, never, found anywhere.
But the little planet bobbed away
Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here!
And I faced my traveling companions.

Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Faces blank as the day I was born,
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Ideas

words are flickering like a humming birds wings
Concentrate, Concentrate!
Ideas that were clear have begun to pixelate
Mind holding onto thoughts like fingertips
scratching at cliffs edge but, slip
slip, slipping.
Words now; inapproprite shoes
Kicking
at the face;
crumbling,
no purchase.
falling, blurred
and gone...

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Mmmmmm at times NDubya you are ever so sickeningly good!!!!!:D

i really liked this and it somehow reminded me of the thought fox by ted hughes, posted on this thread previously by Harry.

Another feisty lady...


Maya Angelou - Still I Rise


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

My God, it's quiet around here, and I'm most definitely getting the withdraw DTs for the lack of any DT's Haiku.

So to shake you lot up, here's an offering from Our Sylvia.....


The Disquieting Muses

Mother, mother, what illbred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
Cousin did you so unwisely keep
Unasked to my christening, that she
Sent these ladies in her stead
With heads like darning-eggs to nod
And nod and nod at foot and head
And at the left side of my crib?

Mother, who made to order stories
Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear,
Mother, whose witches always, always,
Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder
Whether you saw them, whether you said
Words to rid me of those three ladies
Nodding by night around my bed,
Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.

In the hurricane, when father's twelve
Study windows bellied in
Like bubbles about to break, you fed
My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine
And helped the two of us to choir:
"Thor is angry: boom boom boom!
Thor is angry: we don't care!"
But those ladies broke the panes.

When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced,
Blinking flashlights like fireflies
And singing the glowworm song, I could
Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress
But, heavy-footed, stood aside
In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed
Godmothers, and you cried and cried:
And the shadow stretched, the lights went out.

Mother, you sent me to piano lessons
And praised my arabesques and trills
Although each teacher found my touch
Oddly wooden in spite of scales
And the hours of practicing, my ear
Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable.
I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere,
From muses unhired by you, dear mother,

I woke one day to see you, mother,
Floating above me in bluest air
On a green balloon bright with a million
Flowers and bluebirds that never were
Never, never, found anywhere.
But the little planet bobbed away
Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here!
And I faced my traveling companions.

Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Faces blank as the day I was born,
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.

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Blimey, is it me or this well dark!!! it is is dooing nowt for my sunday night "nameless dread!"...excellent poem tho!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mmmmmm at times NDubya you are ever so sickeningly good!!!!!:D

i really liked this and it somehow reminded me of the thought fox by ted hughes, posted on this thread previously by Harry.

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Thank goodness someone else is here too Freckle....for one awful moment I thought the thread might be heading for a whole day 'rudderless', unloved and unvisited:D

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Thank goodness someone else is here too Freckle....for one awful moment I thought the thread might be heading for a whole day 'rudderless', unloved and unvisited:D

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Over my dead body!!!!:)

still i rise is one of my all time faves, whenever i feel disheartened and beaten down by life I read it and I give it friends in times of trouble...the author reads it in a particularly stunning way here...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

now THAT is a sunday
night poem!!!!!

I can 'see' the mood you're in...so let's be 'upbeat' (well just for a bit!). How about...

Langston Hughes

Life Is Fine

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

That's it from me for tonight - early rising tomorrow. Glad I can now rest without any anxieties, knowing 'our; thread is in good hands.;)

Good Night Frecks

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I can 'see' the mood you're in...so let's be 'upbeat' (well just for a bit!). How about...

Langston Hughes

Life Is Fine

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

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this is lush and coupled with some fine organic ale and memories of a good two hour run, this verse has lulled me into a relaxed state!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

That's it from me for tonight - early rising tomorrow. Glad I can now rest without any anxieties, knowing 'our; thread is in good hands.;)

Good Night Frecks

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Na night Mossy but before you go.....

a bit of romance....well we all love a bit of romance on here don't we? ( i can't recall if i have posted b4 i lose track)

John Montague

All Legendary Obstacles

All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain. All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
From great flanged wheels. At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Reached from the platform
Until our chilled hands met. You had been travelling for days
With an old lady, who marked
A neat circle on the glass
With her glove, to watch us
Move into the wet darkness
Kissing, still unable to speak.

Scops Owl

At night I lie without you
under a pelt of darkness
heavy with cypress
ragged with goat-cries.
Under the white moon's Roman coin
dogs are barking from distant farms
with little rips of sound
that stone walls catch, throw back.
All this he draws like silk
through a gold ring
into a single woodwind note.
A true and level flutingtongued and sweet
I picture travelling
through night's horizons
north, to where you sleep.

Anna Crowe

That's wonderful. I love the image of the circle on the glass.

Have a good week everyone.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Na night Mossy but before you go.....

a bit of romance....well we all love a bit of romance on here don't we? ( i can't recall if i have posted b4 i lose track)

John Montague

All Legendary Obstacles

All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain. All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
From great flanged wheels. At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Reached from the platform
Until our chilled hands met. You had been travelling for days
With an old lady, who marked
A neat circle on the glass
With her glove, to watch us
Move into the wet darkness
Kissing, still unable to speak.

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Peakland dipper pair
busily prepare their nest
above River Noe