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People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...

 
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People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
"People know what poetry is, of course, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic and unimaginative; nothing subtle emanates from them. They leave poetry to the poets who write it, and even if they read a few verses now and then, they do not lead poetic lives. In the future, a new concept of art will teach them to live day and night in poetry, in other words to manifest something luminous, warm, expressive and subtle. It is then that others will begin to love them.
Human beings are extraordinary. They need to be loved, they need good relationships with one another, but they seem to do everything possible to repel each other by remaining closed, gloomy and ponderous. How can anyone so unpleasant be loved? To be loved, you must learn to live a poetic life so you can bring warmth and light to others. "

hf
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Re: People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
Roses are red,
My name is not Bob,
This poem makes no sense
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Re: People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
Heres a lil something something i wrote...


The truth can be saw with our naked eye,
Looking into the stars of the shimmering  sky.

Days are drawing shorter as we all awake as one,
Each of us Remembering how far weve truly come.
Rising from the seas of smothered flames and ash,
Will be reveiled the uncovered secrets of our past.

Ancient artifacts of our long forgotten Mystics
Are the relics fallen to remind us Time is cyclic.
As the dawn approaches and awakens world cynics,
All will recognize injustice through inherit evil within us.

For thousands of years powerful leaders 
have masterminded fear upon its peoples.
corrupting fragile minds with false indoctrination,
Followed by a gradual process of dehuminization. 

This type of manipulation has greatly hindered 
the natural evolution of our brothers and sisters,
by severing innate connection from within, below the surface
We have lost our direction and sense of knowing or purpose.

A prison for the mind Which limits our perception,
Is the grand design and means of disconnection

The universe is you, in a fractal reality
Where as above is so below,
An inseperable totality.

All life is fundamentally woven, through a cosmic web of Consciousness.
This is the intuition of knowing that flows within each one of us.

If we cannot understand who we are or what exists inside,
Than the whole experience of living becomes a mass compromise.

Planet earth has been bounded by bondage and lies
To keep its inhabitants grounded and passive in line.
It only appears that were clever in this modern day slavery,
So we cannot distinguish and sever the illusions of mastery.

Mankind has been blessed with expressions of emotion,
Enabling us to feel connected like an endless ocean
Our dualistic nature has taught us the qualities
Of good and bad Decisions we can make conscioussly

these are the only two choices that we have available
As we independently voice our feelings that are natural,
Love, the ultimate victor. or hate, its evil subscriptor.
One cannot exist without the other, a paradox thats bitter

Only By letting love be the road that you pave.
Can A state of bliss be easily obtained.

One way or another change will occur,
Whether or not you remember the world is yours.

Humans have become blinded by their own misled reality
That they never minded other life forms universality.
It was only a matter of time before ignorance took its toll
As a way of balancing our polarity, a chance to enable us whole.

Emerging from a distant star cluster orion came a primordial race,
Decieving and consistant more than any other through deep space.
Earth would have to muster their forces against this extraterritorial face,
And arise from centuries of fallen darkness to redeem their lost grace.

As our future spawned, the extraterrestrial race made theyre appearance
on the white house lawn with no discretion to whether they might eat us.

But exactly what happened is the president made an agreement,
To lend these aliens our hand in the assistance of concealment.
They called themselves the draconians, from a nearby locality,
Where their planet faced extinction and wrought hell as reality.

E.b.e. Was the name of their leader, who offered a deal to supersede
The presidents power of meager, providing them access to interbreed.
By Gentically altering our species and theirs on the brink of rebirth,
A hyprid race was created to eliminate dispair thanks to earth.

Creatures were formed from the dismangled parts of captured corpses,
Or bioengineered and grown from the entangled dna of worldy sources..

In exchange the government was given advanced interstellar technology,
To Free themselves from antiquities of living, and garnish new world ideology.
 
the world was kept distracted so the elitest minority could escape, 
While the hybrid population would inherit the whole of mankinds fate.

Now has arrived anew and perilous power at hand
shadows in pursuit, casting darkness over the land.
Life had brought an unexpected twist to the game it had dealt,
That would determine the end of our world, so anxiously felt

Upon further Research, scientists have been led to conclude, 
that this wasnt the first time apparently earth would be subdued.
Every 13000 years this race would make their reappearance,
Which explains the gaps in our evolution, and cultures disappearance.

Their determination after carefully examined was a cyclical occurance,
Allowing their species endlessly to repopulate as a guarenteed insurance.
Governments around the world have known of this stark revelation,
And have been developing underground bases as their plan for evasion.

The greatest cover-up in human history has just been revealed.
Now is the time to stand tall and reclaim our powers concealed.
Within our bodies and minds we have infinite abilities to yield,
Suppressed by global leaders who conditioned us not to believe.

If we have any chance at all to defend ourselves and let us be healed,
We must come together as one, and let our strength combined be our shield.

This is the secret that has been hidden, 
supressed from our people and widely Forbidden.
A lie we live amongst and now alien ridden, 
our history has been sold out and rewritten

Humans have been manipulated since birth, 
to be unconvinced of this inherited truth.
 paving the road for extinction on earth,
All because of an extraterrestrial truce.

A 26,920 year cycle guides our evolution,
Its Natural occurance acts as a reset solution
A key that unlocks the doors of remembering
unblinds us from the reality of our suffering.

As our planet proceeds towards its precession of the equinox,
Many will not succeed  in their transformation of conciousness.

For thousands of years natures roots have been growing,
Eagerly waiting to give birth to the fruits of her sowing.
Now that time is coming upon her final encroach,
As all sides are being threatened by an inescapable approach.

The truth must stand tall 
in the face of annhilation
Or perish with the downfall 
of earth, and human civilization

In favor of a new life that all can deem living,
We must end our strifes and prevent acts of killing.
love one another as you would unto yourself,
And the world may be saved all by itself.

-KrAzY

abduct
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Re: People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
I agree, but I would extend the word poetic to include different forms of creative expression -- perhaps aesthetic sensibility.

We have learned how to communicate with one another out of pragmatic necessity -- but our ability to listen, perceive and respond poetically/aesthetically/artistically has been stunted.
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Re: People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
Heres a lil something something i wrote...


The truth can be saw with our naked eye,
Looking into the stars of the shimmering  sky.

Days are drawing shorter as we all awake as one,
Each of us Remembering how far weve truly come.
Rising from the seas of smothered flames and ash,
Will be reveiled the uncovered secrets of our past.

Ancient artifacts of our long forgotten Mystics
Are the relics fallen to remind us Time is cyclic.
As the dawn approaches and awakens world cynics,
All will recognize injustice through inherit evil within us.

For thousands of years powerful leaders 
have masterminded fear upon its peoples.
corrupting fragile minds with false indoctrination,
Followed by a gradual process of dehuminization. 

This type of manipulation has greatly hindered 
the natural evolution of our brothers and sisters,
by severing innate connection from within, below the surface
We have lost our direction and sense of knowing or purpose.

A prison for the mind Which limits our perception,
Is the grand design and means of disconnection

The universe is you, in a fractal reality
Where as above is so below,
An inseperable totality.

All life is fundamentally woven, through a cosmic web of Consciousness.
This is the intuition of knowing that flows within each one of us.

If we cannot understand who we are or what exists inside,
Than the whole experience of living becomes a mass compromise.

Planet earth has been bounded by bondage and lies
To keep its inhabitants grounded and passive in line.
It only appears that were clever in this modern day slavery,
So we cannot distinguish and sever the illusions of mastery.

Mankind has been blessed with expressions of emotion,
Enabling us to feel connected like an endless ocean
Our dualistic nature has taught us the qualities
Of good and bad Decisions we can make conscioussly

these are the only two choices that we have available
As we independently voice our feelings that are natural,
Love, the ultimate victor. or hate, its evil subscriptor.
One cannot exist without the other, a paradox thats bitter

Only By letting love be the road that you pave.
Can A state of bliss be easily obtained.

One way or another change will occur,
Whether or not you remember the world is yours.

Humans have become blinded by their own misled reality
That they never minded other life forms universality.
It was only a matter of time before ignorance took its toll
As a way of balancing our polarity, a chance to enable us whole.

Emerging from a distant star cluster orion came a primordial race,
Decieving and consistant more than any other through deep space.
Earth would have to muster their forces against this extraterritorial face,
And arise from centuries of fallen darkness to redeem their lost grace.

As our future spawned, the extraterrestrial race made theyre appearance
on the white house lawn with no discretion to whether they might eat us.

But exactly what happened is the president made an agreement,
To lend these aliens our hand in the assistance of concealment.
They called themselves the draconians, from a nearby locality,
Where their planet faced extinction and wrought hell as reality.

E.b.e. Was the name of their leader, who offered a deal to supersede
The presidents power of meager, providing them access to interbreed.
By Gentically altering our species and theirs on the brink of rebirth,
A hyprid race was created to eliminate dispair thanks to earth.

Creatures were formed from the dismangled parts of captured corpses,
Or bioengineered and grown from the entangled dna of worldy sources..

In exchange the government was given advanced interstellar technology,
To Free themselves from antiquities of living, and garnish new world ideology.
 
the world was kept distracted so the elitest minority could escape, 
While the hybrid population would inherit the whole of mankinds fate.

Now has arrived anew and perilous power at hand
shadows in pursuit, casting darkness over the land.
Life had brought an unexpected twist to the game it had dealt,
That would determine the end of our world, so anxiously felt

Upon further Research, scientists have been led to conclude, 
that this wasnt the first time apparently earth would be subdued.
Every 13000 years this race would make their reappearance,
Which explains the gaps in our evolution, and cultures disappearance.

Their determination after carefully examined was a cyclical occurance,
Allowing their species endlessly to repopulate as a guarenteed insurance.
Governments around the world have known of this stark revelation,
And have been developing underground bases as their plan for evasion.

The greatest cover-up in human history has just been revealed.
Now is the time to stand tall and reclaim our powers concealed.
Within our bodies and minds we have infinite abilities to yield,
Suppressed by global leaders who conditioned us not to believe.

If we have any chance at all to defend ourselves and let us be healed,
We must come together as one, and let our strength combined be our shield.

This is the secret that has been hidden, 
supressed from our people and widely Forbidden.
A lie we live amongst and now alien ridden, 
our history has been sold out and rewritten

Humans have been manipulated since birth, 
to be unconvinced of this inherited truth.
 paving the road for extinction on earth,
All because of an extraterrestrial truce.

A 26,920 year cycle guides our evolution,
Its Natural occurance acts as a reset solution
A key that unlocks the doors of remembering
unblinds us from the reality of our suffering.

As our planet proceeds towards its precession of the equinox,
Many will not succeed  in their transformation of conciousness.

For thousands of years natures roots have been growing,
Eagerly waiting to give birth to the fruits of her sowing.
Now that time is coming upon her final encroach,
As all sides are being threatened by an inescapable approach.

The truth must stand tall 
in the face of annhilation
Or perish with the downfall 
of earth, and human civilization

In favor of a new life that all can deem living,
We must end our strifes and prevent acts of killing.
love one another as you would unto yourself,
And the world may be saved all by itself.

-KrAzY

abduct
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media and public school trains us
to be robotons.

step out of line, the man
comes and takes you away.
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Re: People know what poetry is, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic...
"People know what poetry is, of course, but only the poetry found in books, not in their lives. In their lives, most people are cold, stiff, dull, prosaic and unimaginative; nothing subtle emanates from them. They leave poetry to the poets who write it, and even if they read a few verses now and then, they do not lead poetic lives. In the future, a new concept of art will teach them to live day and night in poetry, in other words to manifest something luminous, warm, expressive and subtle. It is then that others will begin to love them. Human beings are extraordinary. They need to be loved, they need good relationships with one another, but they seem to do everything possible to repel each other by remaining closed, gloomy and ponderous. How can anyone so unpleasant be loved? To be loved, you must learn to live a poetic life so you can bring warmth and light to others. "

hf
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25607005


Anonymous Coward, I agree with you wholeheartedly. We have become so dehumanised and mechanised as a species. I go into McCafe at night to read my book, and I am surrounded by hordes of people sitting at tables and staring down silently into crap-phones. You'd think their entire existence depended upon it. I wonder if I am the only person on the planet who does not own or use or want a crap-phone?

As for poetry . . . man alive, that has gone by the wayside. All that beauty in words has been demolished by the politically correct crowd, who want to submerge our culture and our heritage.

Before they do, before we become nothing more than walking drones with implants, I would like to quote fragments of my favourite poetry, mainly Alfred Lord Tennyson. My God, there was a man who could write, and his writing was bursting with meaning.

These fragments come from his lengthy poem The Two Voices. From what I understand, Tennyson was close to suicide at this point, when he wrote this poem. He best friend, Arthur Hallam, had died, and Tennyson was at zero point, just hanging on. So, in a way, Tennyson is talking to himself, rationalising why he should continue to live. This first fragment is written as if he has passed on, as if he is in Spirit, looking down on the world that he has left, and with much regret:

On to God's house the people prest:
Passing the place where each must rest,
Each enter'd like a welcome guest.

One walk'd between his wife and child,
With measur'd footfall firm and mild,
And now and then he gravely smiled.

The prudent partner of his blood
Lean'd on him, faithful, gentle, good,
Wearing the rose of womanhood.

And in their double love secure,
The little maiden walk'd demure,
Pacing with downard eyelids pure.

These three made unity so sweet,
My frozen heart began to beat,
Remembering its ancient heat.


And here, now, is he talking about where we came from, which 'world,' which sphere, if you like. He is touching upon reincarnation, past lives:

As old mythologies relate,
Some draught of Lethe might await
The slipping through from state to state.

As here we find in trances, men
Forget the dream that happens then,
Until they fall in trance again.

So might we, if our state were such
As one before, remember much,
For those two likes might meet and touch.

But, if I lapsed from nobler place,
Some legend of a fallen race
Alone might hint of my disgrace;

Some vague emotion of delight
In gazing up an Alpine height,
Some yearning towards the lamps of night.

Or if through lower lives I came -
Though all experience past became
Consolidate in mind and frame -

I might forget my weaker lot;
For is not our first year forgot?
The haunts of memory echo not.

Moreoever, something is or seems,
That touches me with mystic gleams,
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.


There is much in here that stirs the soul, teasing our intellectual taste buds as we yearn for union with our creators and ancestors.

As for love, per se, John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester, spoke beautifully and eloquently about this wonderful gift in his 'The Most Generous Passion:'

Love, the most generous passion of the mind,
The softest refuge innocence can find;
The safest director of misguided youth,
Fraught with kind wishes, and secur'd by truth;
The cordial drop of heaven in our cup has thrown,
To make the nauseous draught of life go down.


We have come a long way, Anonymous Coward, from poets and writings like these. We now have our Criminal Minds, dripping with violence; we have our Homer Simpson, turning into a man of the cloth and marrying men with men; we have our 24/7 TV porn sites, our crap-factor shows and all the rest of it to dumb society down to the primate level . . . But, thankfully, the poetry of our ancestors is still there, waiting to be picked up and enjoyed.

Blessings to everyone.
- Peter (Not part of this world.)
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