poetry

[charliegee221]

crazy

I said some unsettling things the other day. I asked my brother where our mother went. Then repeated it two more times. Finally I asked him if my wife, Maryann, went with her. Now they've been deceased for many years. He got upset and told me to stop messing with him but seriously I wasn't. It seemed natural to ask these questions and I asked quite innocently. Don't know what got into me but the whole day was a series of strange events and mutterings, I later on told him I was going out and he flipped out. In lieu of my recent health scares, the unsteadiness and falls he, naturally, was concerned for me. He asked me where I was going and I refused to tell him. I was talking cryptically but, in all honesty, I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to go. He got so frustrated that he called my daughter to come over. She walked in a few minutes later and tried to find out where I was going and I continued being difficult but not unkind. I then told them I was going to Mass but there was no mass that night. I finally settled in and had a vivid dream about my mother. Very strange I must sa

Charlie Giardino

[zin]

Mar 3, 2017 22:16:59 GMT -5 charliegee221 said:

crazy

I said some unsettling things the other day. I asked my brother where our mother went. Then repeated it two more times. Finally I asked him if my wife, Maryann, went with her. Now they've been deceased for many years. He got upset and told me to stop messing with him but seriously I wasn't. It seemed natural to ask these questions and I asked quite innocently. Don't know what got into me but the whole day was a series of strange events and mutterings, I later on told him I was going out and he flipped out. In lieu of my recent health scares, the unsteadiness and falls he, naturally, was concerned for me. He asked me where I was going and I refused to tell him. I was talking cryptically but, in all honesty, I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to go. He got so frustrated that he called my daughter to come over. She walked in a few minutes later and tried to find out where I was going and I continued being difficult but not unkind. I then told them I was going to Mass but there was no mass that night. I finally settled in and had a vivid dream about my mother. Very strange I must sa

Charlie Giardino

Good to see you! Your questions sound natural to me, too.. hope the dream was good ..

[silver]

hey crazy Charlie - did you forget your old password?

take care of yourself

[laughter]

Mar 3, 2017 22:16:59 GMT -5 charliegee221 said:

crazy

I said some unsettling things the other day. I asked my brother where our mother went. Then repeated it two more times. Finally I asked him if my wife, Maryann, went with her. Now they've been deceased for many years. He got upset and told me to stop messing with him but seriously I wasn't. It seemed natural to ask these questions and I asked quite innocently. Don't know what got into me but the whole day was a series of strange events and mutterings, I later on told him I was going out and he flipped out. In lieu of my recent health scares, the unsteadiness and falls he, naturally, was concerned for me. He asked me where I was going and I refused to tell him. I was talking cryptically but, in all honesty, I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to go. He got so frustrated that he called my daughter to come over. She walked in a few minutes later and tried to find out where I was going and I continued being difficult but not unkind. I then told them I was going to Mass but there was no mass that night. I finally settled in and had a vivid dream about my mother. Very strange I must sa

Charlie Giardino

Christ is at a phonebooth
running out of dimes
he's trying to call home
but the wind stole all his time

It's blowing hard and merciless, howling in the night
a ghostly swirling presense that was with you in the fight.
But the battlefield is empty now, Pilate has gone north,
the faithful they are silent as they rise and trundle forth.

An endless line of saints proceed, out on to the horizon.
That line where sun and moon do cross, communing with our eyes on.
No tithe would be too precious, no alms beyond the cost
for just one word or last caress, from that lady that was lost.

Jesus gets a dial tone
and punches up the number
of that place inside of you so deep
it never fell to slumber.

As days and nights went whipping by the landscape slowly changed
sometimes at such a rate that you were sure there was no claim
by that cold and heartless repo man, the one in that dark truck.
We whistle in the dark and turn our mind to our good luck.

At best to those around us we can share that silent presence
turning to the center, we interrupt mid-sentence
the doubting frightened child that lives on inside us all
as the dusk grows deep the street lamps light, to the cadence of her call.

The Savior he's connected
you can hear him on the line
the opertor has a heart
and was behind him all that time.

[silver]

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Turn again to life
By Mary Lee Hall

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than mine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.


The day after my Sean's birthday (Mar. 3), I find this poem inspiring.

(plus I hate to fall off the roster )

[charliegee221]

You put your right foot in


Never was totally at home in this world

Had a tenuous relation to it at best

With one foot not so firmly planted in this life

And the other tip-toeing through another

Nrver completely in either one

I went along playing the game of life

I knew its song and all the chords

When all I wanted to do was escape

Tired of the sham I orchestrated

I played the role to perfection

Saying all the right things

Making all the right moves

All the while dying inside

I just wanted a little peace

A good reason to go on

To discover who I really was

To take off my mask

And breathe the fresh air of truth

I went along in this manner for so long

A lifetime maybe two

Searching here and there

Trying to gain a foothold

A soft place to land

Something to break my fall

Tired, worn out and broken

I gave up the ghost

And abandoned the search

Content to simply be

Lost, alone and failing

I prayed the prayer of surrender

And the god that I gave up on

Never gave up on me

Now I realize there is no there, thete

And here is all there is

All there ever was

The search itself was futile

But it led me back home

And I found what I was looking for

Right where I left it

There in my own back yard


CG 3/7/17


Charlie Giardino 3/7/17

[silver]

Hey Charlie, you got an Easter / Springtime poem up your sleeve? 

Not a poem, but I thought it fit in here pretty good...

Our Filthy Heart

“The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.” 

~Melanie J. Williams

[laughter]

The source from which the river flows is only but a rumor
a place high in the mountains steeped in legend, myth and lore.
It starts off cool and fast pushing rocks with force of youth
On sunny days the crystal blue reflects a glinting truth
Along it's banks when it slows down the people build their towns
they take their life from what it gives, grateful for the sounds
that come with a maturity, old man river with a depth
it's here we can forgive him for the secrets that he kept.
On he runs down to the sea, a rendezvous with life
met with a punctuality this merging that he might
return of what he bore on the trip to world at bay
a merging drift surrender with no words he left to say.

[charliegee]

Slipping and Sliding

Fell again
Couple a days ago
Wound up with a scab
Cross shaped near my right elbow

Either its the start
Of a stigmata
Or just another
damn scar .. ..

Charlie Giardino 7/2/2017

[laughter]

Jul 6, 2017 19:05:30 GMT -5 charliegee said:

Slipping and Sliding

Fell again
Couple a days ago
Wound up with a scab
Cross shaped near my right elbow

Either its the start
Of a stigmata
Or just another
darn scar .. ..

Charlie Giardino 7/2/2017

[laughter]

From here, Andy writes:

Full Circle

Left alone in stillness I dissolve,
No I to be, no me, no thee, no we.

Unborn wonder, ahum with sparkling sands
Of time and space: the womb, the place, the home

To ten thousand yet to be or see
A simple leaf, a cloud; the majesty

Of all the stuff of stars, the universe
That burst at first and slowly fell

Upon itself to manifest the endless
Mix we label now as bricks or snow.

Or human life which appears to be a
Roll of dice that left the bits of Mom

And Dad to grow until that special day
A mirror did reveal or so it seemed

A face, a self, a me to charge along
The reckless tour of time, until the deep

Memory arose of simple grace
Alive in every place, in every face.

And after that the rest began to fall
Away (at least the stress) revealing more

The beauty that was always crying out
From inside the mental model’s form.

Until today when now I know that all
The effervescent static all around

Also echoes primal Source and begs
Another pause to find a quiet place

To sit again in stillness and to hear
The magic music so I disappear.

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[laughter]

Jul 30, 2017 4:24:27 GMT -5 @agraves said:

Hi, I'm two post.
Out of two posts
comes like three years.

Telepost, in my own lifetime
I have seen rotaries come and go.
Nonchalance from one spot on
planet earth I can talk to this
internet but that doesn't mean
I have one darn thing to say.

Soon they will start calling
me compost. I can't help this.

trash and treasure in the end
gone like smoke and up it wends
spreading far and high and wide
left with no place where to hide

if you wrote a poem today
then yes a word you had to say
the world it might just in reply
offer silence, free of lies

[laughter]

there's something in the rustling
I'll tell you what it is
but
you gotta' listen closely
and fold away the biz
that mind is always churning up
in a ceaseless buzz
ever in expectence
or lingering on what was

there's magic in the movement
of grass and leaf and bush
and
if you pay enough attention
you'll never need a push
to scent the trail of wonder
to see the hint of fate
to feel the tap on your left shoulder
that is the end of hate

there's poignance in the waving
as if they are your friends
therefore
here and now stop searching
let your spirit bend
open to this moment
beneath the silent Sun
drop your guard and realize
that you and this are one

[glimmer]

I tried to press these flowers
into pages of poems
but pages will rot away
and the blooms
will still bloom
as and when blooms may