poetry

[zin]

Jan 12, 2016 22:46:58 GMT -5 charliegee said:

thin, white duke

cloudy January Mondays
are melancholy
almost funereal
causing consternation

and heart pain
that deep pulse
of sadness
David Bowie has died

he was my age
I'll be seventy
in a couple of weeks
and despite

the evidence of joy
in my life
I can't shake
the ancient grey

the atonal blue
that makes up my existence
any death is my death
any sadness, my own

my wife will be gone
seven years on eleven, February
the month that took her out
ushered me in

the tears fall unabashedly
shamelessly
I cry for her, for him, for me
for all of us

let us cling to the day

the night comes too quickly

charlie giardino 1/11/16

Thanks Charlie, for crying for me. My feeling is that, today you, tomorrow me... I look at how other peeps live it, too.. like esteemed Rumi.. (smiles)

[zin]

As regards feeling pain, like a hand cut in battle,

consider the body a robe

you wear. When you meet someone you love, do you kiss their clothes? Search out

who's inside. Union with God is sweeter than body comforts.

We have hands and feet

different from these. Sometimes in dream we see them.

That is not

illusion. It's seeing truly. You do have a spirit body;

don't dread leaving the

physical one. Sometimes someone feels this truth so strongly

that he or she can live in

mountain solitude totally refreshed. The worried, heroic

doings of men and women seem weary

and futile to dervishes enjoying the light breeze of spirit.


Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks

[zin]

Jan 13, 2016 3:52:25 GMT -5 glimmer said:

somehow grey goes with pink

it's a matter of not differentiating
between sunset or sunrise

both are beautiful moments so oft
lost in thought

I felt this

body fall away

from me in time

all as
all
in all

It just happened.. I wish I could put very small pics.. maybe some other time.. (if you don't mind)

[Deleted]

On sorrowless heights no winging cry disturbs, 

Pure and untouched above this mortal play

Is spread the spirit's hushed immobile air.

There no beginning is and there no end;

There is the stable force of all that moves;

There the aeonic labourer is at rest.

There turns no keyed creation in the void,

No giant mechanism watched by a soul;

There creaks no fate-turned huge machinery;

The marriage of evil with good within one breast,

The clash of strife in the very clasp of love,

The dangerous pain of life's experiment

In the values of Inconsequence and Chance,

The peril of mind's gamble, throwing our lives

As stake in a wager of indifferent gods

And the shifting lights and shadows of the idea

Falling upon the surface consciousness,

And in the dream of a mute witness soul

Creating the error of a half-seen world

Where knowledge is a seeking ignorance,

Life's steps a stumbling series without suit,

Its aspect of fortuitous design,

Its equal measure of the true and false

In that immobile and immutable realm

Find no access, no cause, no right to live:

There only reigns the spirit's motionless power

Poised in itself through still eternity

And its omniscient and omnipotent peace


from Savitri,epub,page 245, Sri Aurobindo

[charliegee]

real nice, giys .. peace and love ..

[glimmer]

Jan 13, 2016 14:15:14 GMT -5 zin said:

Jan 13, 2016 3:52:25 GMT -5 glimmer said:

somehow grey goes with pink

it's a matter of not differentiating
between sunset or sunrise

both are beautiful moments so oft
lost in thought

I felt this

body fall away

from me in time

all as
all
in all

It just happened.. I wish I could put very small pics.. maybe some other time.. (if you don't mind)

Please do so, if you would be so kind to go to the effort

[zin]

Jan 14, 2016 2:15:33 GMT -5 glimmer said:

Jan 13, 2016 14:15:14 GMT -5 zin said:

It just happened.. I wish I could put very small pics.. maybe some other time.. (if you don't mind)

Please do so, if you would be so kind to go to the effort

I did a few things on this (but not here). Will post when it is finished!

[lolly]

A Shadow in the Shade

She had a Beauty indescribable
But it’s the object of every man’s desire
She’s absolutely beautiful
She’s sensational she sets their hearts afire

Well she can pick and choose among men
But by everyone she’s already been chosen

Some want love forever
Some only for a moment
Some of them only want to own her red carpet dream.

She’ll never be the special one
She’s intangible, the finest thing imaginable
Up in lights for everyone
Nothing’s personal, on a pedestal, so she hides her soul

With pearls and limousines, a glamour queen
She’s a fantasy which can never be realised

She’s a precious soul, no one can see
She hides it all away so…
No-one can see her - she’s stars during the day
In the night she’s like colour - pale moonlight on her face
No-one can see her - she’s a forest in the trees
A shadow in the shade of what we wanted her to be

She’s on every cover but no one can see….

She has a natural sexuality
She’s sensual, there’s nothing more desirable
It doesn’t ever matter how much we see
We still need more of the girl that we adore

The world is on one knee, at her feet
But she’s a mystery that know one can ever know

Some fantasize about her
Some try to emulate her
Some of them only want to own her…

…Precious soul, no-one can see
She hides it all away so
No-one can see her - she’s stars during the day
In the night she’s like colour - pale moonlight on her face
No-one can see her - she’s a forest in the trees
A shadow in the shade of what we wanted her to be

She’s on every cover but no one can see her.

[zin]

Jan 14, 2016 2:15:33 GMT -5 glimmer said:

Please do so, if you would be so kind to go to the effort

I could do it only in this way - on a word document because I couldn't manage all on a paint program.. sorry about the white parts : )

[lolly]

The Seeds


How we walk through our lives
We hide our secrets deep inside
Now we talk and our words belied
What should be known and cried with pride

It’s the seeds we plant and grow
What we want the world to know

So heavy to carry secrets and lies
So very hard the truth to hide
And in my heart it was known
It’s the seeds we plant that end up growing

In our hearts it was known
What is wrong and what is right
You know good seeds and bad were sewn
We shouldn’t keep things out of sight

But we fear all will be lost
The truth if it were known at a terrible cost

It’s what we do as we walk through our lives
With careful tread and open eyes
So heavy to carry this sh!t load of lies
It’s so very hard the ugly truth to hide

I’ve carried secrets and lies
And I tried very hard the truth to hide
But in my heart it was known
It’s the seeds we plant that end up growing

[lolly]

Storm Birds

The heat, thick and damp
Foretells the coming storm
Fallen silent, the last bird call
Hushed, the wile of wind
Gusts of rustling leaves

Billow high, whirl low
Dull the glare of sun
The air has fallen still
Fallen silent
Fallen. A raindrop on the dust

One screech, c0ckatoo
And falls the rain applause
The smell of musk
And danker cool
Of early dusk

Why, upon that white noise
Do the birds suddenly twitter
Though madly
Not songfully
But frantically?

It pours ovation
My heart: more, more
Truly black the cloud
Dark shroud of sin
The din of mortal joy

Flash! BOOM!
C0ckatoo screaming
The rain pours
Like tears streaming
On ash of fire and doom

Wash away the mourning flowers
Sea, salt their wounds
Tear up all the trees
Rip their limbs off!
Blow away their leaves

One last bird still calls
“I don't know where I am
My home has gone
My children are lost
Where. Where. Where.”

Gale blows
Rain lashes
Pitiless hail
Lightning flashes

The city fallen
Gunfire flash at night
Killed them all
Slain in gore
Blood runs out the door

The open door
The murdered on the floor
My heart, tender amour
That open fire, a nice warm pyre
Open the heavens and pour

The last has fallen
Not one cry forlorn
Not a whisper to tell
But on the wind, the distant farewell
Of thunder's far off calling

I heard a bird!
I can learn to live again!
Love all things
The bird. It sings!
I can learn...

Falling shower
Please make the flowers grow
Sun, please make a rainbow
And Earth, please accept the seeds
And help them to be trees

I have heard
The joyous song of bird
But screeching too I hearkened
Awful cries imploring mercy
And caws that ever darkened

Only moments ago
The tempest promised
And my craving, more, more
Granted my request
Blood ran out the door

The birds that sings
Goodness and sin
Birth is for dying things
And death for those living
The bird... I heard... it sings

[glimmer]

moon dances
along the sky
path

sometimes catching
a reflecting
moon image

also dancing
in an earthly
sea or lake

moon doesn't
dwell
on image moons

there is
dancing
to be danced!

[zin]

Jan 20, 2016 4:03:13 GMT -5 glimmer said:

moon dances
along the sky
path

sometimes catching
a reflecting
moon image

also dancing
in an earthly
sea or lake

moon doesn't
dwell
on image moons

there is
dancing
to be danced!

"moon doesn't dwell on image moons"... Yes, *we* dwell on image moons : ) I am like, "through how many moons can I 'go to' the moon?"! (probably just babbling here : ))

 

[charliegee]

Winter Blues

haven't been writing much
the thoughts come as always
but the lethargy accompanies them
the doldrums, the ennui

an unthinkable angst
that gnaws at my mind
burrows into my heart
nothing is really wrong

and everything is
I have all the love
I will ever need
that is enough, you say

and you are right
in fact, I would offer the same
to someone else
not to myself though

I don't follow my own advice
I am writing on a nothing day
in a nothing week early on
in a new year

I wish I could explain myself
more thoroughly but I never could
perhaps that's my problem
I live in a vague, filmy world

I sure enough love
more and more, it seems
I'm a contradiction
and content to be

if it weren't for gratitude
I would've given up long ago
truth is I love this crazy mess
of a life, I really do

charlie giardino 1/28/16

[charliegee]

what a day for a daydream

love is blind, they say
they say a lot of things
which are patently false
this may be one of them

in the blush of young love
it takes on a particular truth
but in willful love, they hide
from the world and gladly so

they walk, talk & breathe each other
each merely an extension of the other
they rest, think and dream each other
they are lost in a daydream .. ..

caught up in a frenzy only love can provide
the only enjoyment is in each other's arms
one wonders if they can sustain this magic time
but they themselves harbor no such thoughts

anyone who has loved can relate to their joy
anyone who hasn't lost the whimsey of it all
or the breath of the lover as she settles into sleep
the pinnacle of sweetness as they huddle and cuddle

so, is love blind? perhaps as I said earlier

but honestly, who gives a damn .. ..

charlie giardino 2/3/1