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Location: Nigeria | Welcoming Winter 10-15-1999 There from the distance comes, Crossing through Summer Known for Throwing off clothes in ritual and bath, both In water and in sun, there in thy other name Spring, cloaked in thy nourishing green, Era when flowers, Lavenders, lilies and roses Blossoms to bewitch with petals nude Ah, that orgasmic smell of odor strong Yes, that which in incense steals Souls of lower and bodies high, in its box of Endless bliss, and then we are floating With sleeking ease and limitless our will O’ there you are visibly projected to all, The animate and inanimate alike I see Thee! Nay, Thy coaxing voice The harbinger of cool and dreary breeze O’ that snow in its coat of white smiting flakes Thou, indeed, art that powerful God and Goddess that baptizes not with fire but dust! O’ our darling Winter come and take us all After all, we are victims of a weakness known By Amateur Poet: Ahmad Umar Abdullahi
Edited by Danjummai 11/4/2008 7:23 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | Lovely poem Ahmad |
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Location: West Texas | Mary! had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day,
T'wasn't even in the rule.
It made the children laugh and play,
To have a Lamb at school.
And then the rules all changed one day,
Illegal it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name!
Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh,
We heard gun shots and tears.
What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?
Let's let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray!
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Location: United Kingdom | Interesting observations Jerry ... |
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Location: United Kingdom | On page 6 herein is the Tessimond poem, Heaven, which was evoked by Aquarius saying how nice it will/would be all meet when we meet multi-dimensionally ... also on that page is a lovely poem by our dear friend Lori too .... as a reminder of old friends ... but apart from that, some wonderful words by many on these pages .... I think so, anyway
Some weekend reading !!
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Location: West Texas | If I were to fall would anyone catch me?
Could they if it was in my own despair?
If the night didn’t change to dark would I notice the difference?
If the light didn’t shine through would anyone still care?
Have you ever lived a lifetime in a day?
If so was it real, if it could be what would you pay?
Reality, what exactly makes it real,
Is it the censes that a dying body can feel?
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who it was looking at you?
Are you living your life or the life of another?
Have you ever seen your life elsewhere, are you completely lost in your view?
Have you ever lost you breath and stopped to shudder?
Is depression a state of mind of a way of being?
Have you ever felt trapped, held down and can’t get free?
When living your life, are you living or are you just seeing?
If so are you “you” or are you me?
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Location: West Texas | If I were to fall would anyone catch me?
Could they if it was in my own despair?
If the night didn’t change to dark would I notice the difference?
If the light didn’t shine through would anyone still care?
Have you ever lived a lifetime in a day?
If so was it real, if it could be what would you pay?
Reality, what exactly makes it real,
Is it the censes that a dying body can feel?
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who it was looking at you?
Are you living your life or the life of another?
Have you ever seen your life elsewhere, are you completely lost in your view?
Have you ever lost you breath and stopped to shudder?
Is depression a state of mind of a way of being?
Have you ever felt trapped, held down and can’t get free?
When living your life, are you living or are you just seeing?
If so are you “you” or are you me?
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Jerry:
Yes x |
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Jerry - yes, also from me. With love - Aquarius |
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Location: United Kingdom | From: ‘The Quitter’ by Robert W. Service
‘Rhymes of a Rolling Stone’ You’re sick of the game? Well, now that’s a shame.
You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
You’ve had a raw deal!’ I know – but don’t squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, it’s so easy to quit.
It’s the keeping-your chin-up that’s hard. It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten – and die;
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight –
Why that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more try – it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard. From ‘Overcoming Depression and Suicidal Tendencies Through Understanding’
‘Astrology on the Healing Journey’ |
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Location: United Kingdom | How true Aquarius
don't know why, but this evoked the memory of this poem (which is also a painting by Picasso, i think):
The Man With the Blue Guitar
by Wallace Stevens
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The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."
http://www.geegaw.com/stories/the_man_with_the_blue_guitar.shtml
also, to reprise the following though I will attempt an edit!:
If
by Rudyard Kipling (slightly edited by yours truly, not sure it works like this, but it is less gender-biased!!))
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts 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 worn-out 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 breathe 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 everyone counts with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth unto the end
And -- which is more -- you will be Whole, dear friend.
Edited by Paul Joseph 1/19/2009 8:23 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | Both poems are very beautiful; thank you for sharing them with us, Paul. I particularly love your edited version of Kipling's 'If'; as a matter of fact it like it much better than the original. Would you mind if I take it on file and use it somewhere - don't exactly know where as yet, but I'll find a place for it, of that I am sure. Thanks and God bless - Aquarius |
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Location: United Kingdom | Well Aquarius - high praise indeed ! Thank you and no I would not mind at all; i think the copyright on Kipling's poems has expired so I cannot imagine anyone being too troubled, especially as I make it clear that i have edited it and why !!
What a warming thought of yours.
The first poem is an extract from a much longer sequence, but I think he went on too long with it, and the first part, given here, he should have stayed with (in my humble estimation !). It was one of the favourite poems of an old dear, long-deceased friend of mine who i mentioned somewhere here before, an Anglican Franciscan monk by the name of Bro Ian. He had gone into the cloisters late in an interesting life, but even so, did not retire there - he spent most of his time on the streets with homeless alcoholics.
Also, I had been thinking of your poem just above, and it also reminded me of a quotation by John Buchan in the beginning of one his books, which again, i have used before here, but may have been missed (though Marty liked it at the time, I recall) - it appears at the beginning of his novel, Sick Heart River, about a man, diagnosed with cancer, who uses his last months to save the existence of a Canadian native peoples, and is taken from, the Chronicles of Alfred:
"If though hast a woe, tell it not to the weakling: tell it to thy saddle bow and ride singing forth"
Buchan is much in my mind, as his other novel (one of my favourite books of all time): The Path of the King, starts with an 8th century viking boy-prince, lost in the mists of battle, and concludes with Abraham Lincoln finding his destiny (inter alia, Mr Obama); it resonates with karma, strange given Buchan's 'stiff' and conventional upbringing, though in his autobiography, 'Memory Hold the Door', he refers to three moments in his life when he had powerful experiences of deja vu that seemed to take him back to past life memories.
Edited by Paul Joseph 1/21/2009 7:38 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | I love the edited version especially, maybe because I too - as you will have noticed - am very fond of editing, sometimes practically rewriting what the poet of by-gone days wrote. I do this intuitively and the way the inspiration comes to me and how I imagine s/he would write it, were they with us now and had found the much improved understanding of life so many of us are by now guided to find, thanks be to God and the Angels. With love - Aquarius |
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Location: United Kingdom | Interesting point, thank you for clarifying that, Aquarius
Every blessing
Paul |
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Location: Hirosaki, Japan | the man with the blue guitar was a beautiful poem Paul.
Thank you. |
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Location: United Kingdom | You are very welcome, NE; good to hear you from you; glad you caught the last, lost chord x |
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Location: West Texas | Have you ever stared into the horizon and seen what lies beyond?
Was it a sea of beauty?
How long before it was gone?
Have you had the opportunity to stare death in the face?
Were you frightened or worried?
Did you continue on with life’s never ending race?
Have you ever stopped and listened to the nothing that’s all around?
Did you hear its message?
Or are you only listening for a sound?
Do you search for what is real, or only accept what you know?
Have you ever looked inside?
What you found, was it friend or was it foe?
If I put the answers before you, would you read them with a smile?
Or would you only sit and not see them?
With the answers would you only continue to “know” all the while?
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Location: United Kingdom | Here is NE's Warrior's Creed, a propos Lyonna's recent question (page 4).
Edited by Paul Joseph 2/3/2009 5:31 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | .... just keeping old, valued, worn out threads alive before the moths find them .... !! For Maa  |
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Edited by cyphi 4/17/2009 9:44 AM
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| I'm of an inter-dimensional species that dwells within human beings/
my eyes have been shut/
but, I can see within my dreams/
so when I awaken/
I'm sometimes confused by my beliefs/
of reality/
cuz sometimes I feel like reality is in me/
most of the time I feel blind/
stuck in insanity/
and in the midst of my mind/
I look for inner peace/scrambling/
and I find none/
so, I sit alone examining/
what I have become/
until I breathe and it removes all of the calamity/
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Location: United Kingdom | Ha !
dear Cyphi:
you have moved the goalposts of the poems;
thank you and meditational blessings x |
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Location: United Kingdom | ... in case newer friends have not found this thread yet, here is the thread to which I just referred elsewhere ... |
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Location: United Kingdom | Khalil Gibran & ASJ Tessimond's Heaven on page 6 ... together with a lovely Tree by Lori |
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Poetry for the soul
