ah, theseasasleep; that's brilliant. I hope to see more. I like your poems too, aidan, just may not have come out and said it before. I am often preoccupied and overlook my manners.
love in the universe is human
the rest is evolving
in circles revolving
the soul to illumine
Edgar - thank you. I enjoy and actually am inspired by your writings and the threads that you've contributed on here.
SeaAsleep - I notice you have questions about my comment. If I misinterpreted anything - I'm sorry - if not the comment stands. I'm not really sure how anyone could take an experience so personal and actually tragic in someone else's life and try to make a joke of it - but you know if that's what gets you off - go for it. You're the one that's gotta live with yourself - thank god I don't....Here's another poem
Slings and arrows unerringly thrown
to stall the bright steed, to wound, to dethrone
are deflected like air, they drop to the ground
Impotent weapons, like words with no sound.
west of eden rises a hamburger joint
there is a girl flipping adding mayo
the hundred drive through patrons point
to her beauty at least the seers say so
me i keep my trap shut
Certainty they think they have,
But in fact it's just a salve;
Balm for weak and wobbly souls,
No brain there, just gaping holes.
do not try young muffins
to peel dedalus from the sun
plow yon surf furrow ye soil
weep not nor stretch the gate
wend ye home in darkness
weary be weary sleep
Tough times ahead the journey lies,
where mountain feet and peaks may meet,
but diheartened not the adventure be,
and anon thy'll meet the light,
if adieu thy say to darkened clouds.
quest, ray, very good. Welcome to the thread.
Mornin Ed....got one fer ye, fresh from the kb.....
Through many a scene
This mind has passed
First bright
Then dimmed
As memory lasts
Will fate allow
On final gasp
The mind to turn
Toward memorie past
To know the view
From behind
The darkned glass
A bit rough but the idea comes through ....or does it? ...
Edgar Blythe, your name alone
Sings like a well written poem
Spontaneity seems a fun game
Be mindful, I'll do the same
Not known for few words written
Or verbal orations never smitten
Turn the music up and I will dance
Though talent of grace I fear to chance
Getisgesti.....depends on the idea you have and the idea you want to get across. Often poems contain secrets which go to the grave with the poets. I like what you wrote in that it asks an inner quest of time before all is said and done. Sounds like you have lived a "long" life and still maintain the idea that it has a lot to still offer. By "long" life, I mean a life full of life.
"Years are poor markers of our time on this earth."
Hi, herema. I say you're off to a good start. I hope to see you here often.
Hi, Doug. I dug your poem.
perriwells fantasy
made everyone antsy
he dreamed hed strangle them all
so they tacked his hide to a wall
his guts slithered around some throats
alas thats the end of these notes
tnx edgar,
say...is there a limit to the length of our spantaneity? I am known for being quite long winded. (giggle).
Dust of souls, dust of minds,
Cerebral bones of many kinds,
Vast contagion thru the years,
Cause of untold billion tears.
This, the fruit of gilded heads?
This philosophy, morgue-dead?
Nay, far loftier paths I seek,
Up onto the Golden Peak.
xprmntr
Hello. Good effort there.
edgarblythe wrote:xprmntr
Hello. Good effort there.
Thankee kindly, Sir! Just doodling on my part...Your thread is a great idea! And also, (off-topic for a moment), your bio is riveting. You and Satunda ought to publish your memoirs. They will compete with Rick Bragg's!
cactus prickly toes
arms like alley oops
she sleeps with him like joan of arc
he wakes with all the scars
i love you joan of arc
but we soon must part
she cuts him in her sleep
leaving red scars in her wake
and apologetic sighs in daytime
the wounds are fresh
the lips are lush and full
nevermind, he doesn't mind
that she has wounded the bull
edit -- thanks for the inspiration edgar!
©Anyone Here?
Words falling on silent walls
Silent as a lone tree falls
Deep in the forest of no ears
Where no one ever hears
Pouring out silent passions
Understanding quiet compassions
Lamenting mine anger aloud
Speaking as if to a crowd
Foolish am I? So, it may appear
Orations that no one can hear
Expressing mine indignation
Mine ego sings with elation
While the dawning of a new sun
Word's battles are victoriously won
Without regret, without sorrow
No apologies are due tomorrow
