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| Tip Toe
User ID: 133132
8/26/2006 4:52 PM
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Thank you for your words of truth
Though no doubt not aimed
Did hit my longing target
And revive me from an undignified death
I am weak tonight and not able to rhyme
But with renewed faith and gusto
Knowing such beauty exists
In such an unconventional place
To be understood by others experience
That I am not alone in such coldness
This lifts my head from ceaseless grief
To once again brave the warmth
Thank you Zack and others (my name will perhaps remind me to behave!)
Anna |
| Chance
User ID: 111458
8/26/2006 5:10 PM
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Till now they send him dreams and no more deed;
So doth he flame again with might for action,
Forgetful of the council of elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle,
Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him
So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
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brilliant...sigh, same as it ever was....
tell me, did the wind
sweep you off your feet
did you finally
get to dance <along the light of day>
and head back <to the milky way>
tell me, did venus blow your mind
was it everything you
wanted to find..
did you ever come down
ever come down
never come down
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Nice. Very much like the song Drops of Jupiter by Train.
 TipToe
The only difference between the Democrats and the Republicans is that the Democrats allow the poor to be corrupt, too.
~Oscar Levant |
| Chance
User ID: 111458
8/26/2006 6:03 PM
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Transcience
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.
Nay, do not pine, tho' life be dark with trouble,
Time will not pause or tarry on his way;
To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter,
Will soon be some forgotten yesterday.
Nay, do not weep; new hopes, new dreams, new faces,
The unspent joy of all the unborn years,
Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow,
And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.
Sarojini Naidu
The only difference between the Democrats and the Republicans is that the Democrats allow the poor to be corrupt, too.
~Oscar Levant |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 86390
8/26/2006 6:21 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
I dont do poetry but I "did" a poet once - she was gorgeous and even though she kept repeating wordsworth and Byron to me (that was my fault i needed a shag and told her that stuff really interested me) I still thought our bedroom escapade was fun |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 136075
8/26/2006 6:38 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
ZS hugs alround
can only recall one of note for now;
I strive to be brief
but become obscure |
| zacksavage
User ID: 134586
8/27/2006 3:42 PM
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Jc,…
Thank you for your link. Since you asked what I thought,…I will tell you that your work is long. I think you might sit with it a while and chisel it down into a more stripped down crystallized form. It is a song worth singing.
I think you could get it down to one or two page variations of the original work.
…strange dream indeed.
134992,…perhaps you could post an example of proposal form?
62347,…
Anna, NO,…thank you. Excellent.
Chance!! 
Glad to here it 86390.
136075,…I see.
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 140010
9/5/2006 8:39 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
I also wrote 'Etherium' which was posted earlier. Here's another...
The Poem Of My Soul
©Dart
Aurum skies of morning
Awaken in these eyes
Bright golden gleams
Where ever streams
The poem of my soul
Silver beams of starlight
Reach within my dream
Embrace with hands
Of silken strands
The poem of my soul
Then give me wings of nebulae
Wrought from Saturn's rings
Enchant my flight
That I may write
The poem of my soul
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| Kandalit
User ID: 62347
9/6/2006 8:19 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Zack-
Thanks for the complement Zack. I guess it's a complement. I did try putting my poems into music when I had piano lessons. But I quit that when I had my baby boy Zackary. And I never continued.
Have you checked out my blog yet? |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 90967
9/6/2006 10:14 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Old Sunflower, You Bowed to No One: Poet Lorine Niedecker
Jeffery Beam
Through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
—William Carlos Williams
To use absolutely no word that does not contribute to the presentation.
—Ezra Pound
Condensation is more than half of composition.
—Louis Zukofsky
Meaning has something to do with song—one hesitates a bit longer in some lines for the thought or the vision—but I'd say mostly, of course, cadence, measure makes song. And a kind of shine (or sombre tone) that is of the same intensity throughout the poem. And the thing moves. But as in all poems everywhere, depth of emotion condensed.
—Lorine Niedecker
Nobody, nothing
ever gave me
greater thing
than time
unless light
and silence
which if intense
makes sound
Lorine Niedecker (kneedecker), in these lines from "Wintergreen Ridge" one of her last and best poems, condenses the meaning of her whole life. The poem, long and speculative, walks the ridge and brings into one orbit evolution, family and human relationship, and the natural world's fierce and elegant movement from urge-to-be to urge-to-die: "It rained / mud squash / willow leaves // in the eaves / Old sunflower / you bowed // to no one / but Great Storm / of Equinox."
Oyster Boy Review 17
Poetry Annual · Fall 2003
[link to www.oysterboyreview.com] |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 90967
9/6/2006 10:20 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
'... A hymn to the feminine and creative evolutionary force it carries the reader along as Lorine and Al explore and discover the ridge, praising the women who saved the ridge for posterity, hearing her dead mother's cry, awed by the "Unaffected // by man / thin to nothing lichens" grinding "with their acid // granite to sand," and naming the plant life—feeling the life force surrounding them:
Where the arrows
___of the road signs
_______lead us:
Life is natural
___in the evolution
_______of matter
"Lake Superior," Lorine's first attempt at a long poem, struggles to find the balance "Wintergreen Ridge" achieves. '
Eliot Weinberger
Niedecker/ Reznikoff
[link to jacketmagazine.com]
Much, perhaps too much has been written about Lorine Niedecker’s relations with Louis Zukofsky — her friend, colleague, lover, commiserater, and 40-year obsession — but the curious thing is that if one knew no biographical details, it would be difficult to put them together as poets. Only rarely in their writings do they resemble each other, usually in those moments when they resemble William Carlos Williams. In contrast, almost nothing has been said about Niedecker’s true kindred spirit in poetry, Charles Reznikoff.
Take a blindfold test on two short poems from around 1950:
(1)
One of my sentinels, a tree
sent spinning after me
this brief
secret on a leaf:
the summer is over —
forever.
(2)
Two old men —
one proposed they live together
take turns cooking, washing dishes
they were both alone.
His friend: “Our way of living
is so different:
you spit
I don’t spit.”
The first is quintessential Niedecker — a tiny moment of nature communicating to a first-person narrator and at least three unexpected musical changes in six lines and twenty-one words — but the poem is by Reznikoff. The second is quintessential Reznikoff — the flat narration pared to the minimum necessity, the lives of ordinary people captured with a gentle humor by a bit of real speech — but the poem is by Niedecker. Flipping through their respective collected works, this game can be played endlessly.
What we know about the relationship between the two is very little, and there may well be little to know. They met in the 1930’s when Niedecker was living off and on with Zukofsky in New York. Reznikoff sent Niedecker his books for thirty years. She does not appear in the very badly edited selection of his letters, but Niedecker, writing to Zukofsky in 1946, quotes his reaction to New Goose: “I picked it up when I was tired and dispirited and put it down quite refreshed by the words and music.” (Niedecker notes with amusement that “good, quiet, cautious Rez” had added the word “quite” as a correction.) After her death, Reznikoff, unlike the bilious Zukofsky, contributed a short poem to Jonathan William’s Epitaphs for Lorine. And that is as far as the Reznikoff paper trail goes.
On the Niedecker side, there is a little more. In the 1951 poem “If I were a bird,” which pays homage to her poetic contemporaries, Reznikoff appears with H.D., Williams, Moore, Stevens, Zukofsky, and cummings. In a 1959 letter to Zukofsky, she wonders who could help Reznikoff. She writes: “You get the idea he leads a lonelier life than I do but freer of trash?” And: “I have always felt he was writing my poems for me only better.” In a letter to Reznikoff at the same time — she sent a copy to Zukofsky — she says, “I often find a kinship between us in the short poem. And if you are my brother-in-law then we have Chinese and Japanese brothers.” [Yet another example of her weird family drama: Reznikoff is a “brother-in-law,” and not, say, a cousin, presumably because he is Zukofsky’s symbolic brother.] Also from the same letter: “Hard to write and then get it printed. I try to along with scrubbing floors in a hospital. Every now and again, tho, there’s a chink where a poem comes thru. Altogether life is not really too hard — I gather this is what you say too.”
Niedecker tended to route all things poetical through Zukofsky, and whenever she mentions Reznikoff in passing it is always with reference to Zukofsky’s essay from the 1931 “Objectivists” issue of Poetry — an issue she largely copied out by hand — “Sincerity and Objectification: With Special Reference to the Work of Charles Reznikoff.” (Zukofsky, characteristically, cut out all mention of Reznikoff when he reprinted the essay for the first time in the 1967 Prepositions.)
That essay, the Magna Carta of Objectivism, while sharp in certain particulars, is generally vague to the point of meaninglessness, was interpreted in contradictory ways by its supposed fellow travelers, and has been largely misremembered, blurred with the Imagistic ideal of emotion expressed through concrete details. [I, for one, will never understand why Reznikoff’s one-line poem “The ceaseless weaving of the uneven water” is sincerity, not objectification, but his three-line poem on the death of Gaudier-Brzeska, “How shall we mourn you who are killed and wasted, / Sure that you would not die with your work unended — / As if the iron scythe in the grass stops for a flower” is objectification but not sincerity.]
Niedecker always associates Reznikoff with the word “sincerity,” and it’s a safe guess that she was thinking of that aspect of the word defined by Zukofsky as writing “which is the detail, not mirage, of seeing, of thinking with the things as they exist, and of directing them along a line of melody.” But there was something else in that essay, and in Reznikoff’s poetry, which Niedecker never acknowledges (at least, in the published letters) and the critics never mention, but which surely came as a revelation to her.
Niedecker and Reznikoff are kindred spirits in their difficult lives of isolation; their dedication to condensation and the excision of superfluity as the prevailing aesthetic; their preoccupation with the local — a local they almost never left; their perfect lyrics that often turn on a rhyme or a musical phrase; their sweet ironic humor; their personification of the natural world; their first- and third-person anecdotal narratives of ordinary people (the former, direct descendants of Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology — which, like it or not, is, with The Waste Land, the century’s most influential book of American poetry); and in their pathological self-effacement. These are matters of sensibility and personality and aesthetic comradeship. But there was also an idea that Niedecker got from Reznikoff — as important as anything she learned from Zukofsky — and that was the way to incorporate history into the poem.
Pound, in the early poems and in the Cantos (that ‘poem with history”) and Williams in In the American Grain had used two techniques: first-person invented monologues by historical characters in the manner of Robert Browning, and the verbatim importation of historical documents. Reznikoff invented a third technique: the severe condensation of actual documents into first-person monologues or third-person narratives. It was a new way of performing poetry’s traditional and largely lost function as a re-teller of tales.
He had begun — in the 1927 Five Groups of Verse and the 1929 “Editing and Glosses” series (which Zukofsky mentions) — by condensing passages from the Old Testament. In 1930, he first applied the technique to American history, using the diaries of Captain John Smith to write “The English in Virginia, April 1607,” a poem that was included in An ‘Objectivist’s Anthology. Further poems were written soon after out of Spinoza, Marx, the Mishnah, more passages from the Bible, Jewish historical documents, and a book called American History Told by Contemporaries. He also began work on a series of prose poems based on a range of American documents, from ships’ records to court cases. Originally called My Country ‘Tis of Thee (parts of which are also in An ‘Objectivist’s Anthology) it was published in 1934 as Testimony — a wonderful book that has never been reprinted). In the 1960’s and 1970’s, he returned to condensing court cases, this time into poems, for his American anti-epic, also called Testimony, and for the devastating Holocaust, based on the Nuremberg trials.
In “Sincerity and Objectification,” Zukofsky writes that “Interested in craft, Reznikoff has not found it derogatory to his production to infuse his care for significant detail and precision into the excellent verbalisms of others.” Describing the Biblical versions, and anticipating the charges of ‘impersonalness’ or ‘anyone could do it,’ that later dogged Reznikoff, he notes: “The narrative has been rendered concisely in emphasized cadence and given the condition of Reznikoff’s mental bearings and literal art.” And, surprisingly, in a passage that is rarely cited, he says, “It is more important for the communal good that individual authors should spend their time recording and objectifying good writing wherever it is found. . . than that a plenum of authors should found their fame on all sorts of personal vagueness.”
Niedecker first experimented with the method in 1945, with “Crèvecoeur,” a condensation of Letters from an American Farmer into 45 long lines in the first person. The poem was unpublished, and she later condensed it further into two short, third-person poems in the “For Paul” sequence. These were followed by very short first-person poems taken out of the writings or letters of Kepler, the naturalist Aimé Bonpland, Linnaeus, John Adams, T. E. Lawrence, and Santayana , and third-person tiny capsule biographies of Margaret Fuller, Mary Shelley, and Swedenborg. Finally, in the 1960’s, in her last years, more than half of her work was devoted to historical condensation: the great long sequences, “North Central” (out of Radisson, Joliet, Schoolcraft, and other explorers), “Thomas Jefferson,” “His Carpets Flowered” (out of William Morris), and “Darwin,” as well as short poems from or on Jefferson (again), John and Abigail Adams, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Michelangelo, and Wallace Stevens.
This was a return to one of poetry’s primary traditional roles, as the repository for what a culture has known about itself. A role explored by only a handful of the American modernists: Pound, Williams (in American Grain and Paterson), Eliot (in The Waste Land), Reznikoff, Rexroth, Rukeyser, Olson, Duncan and, these days, perhaps only Susan Howe and Ed Sanders. Niedecker, among them, was the most extreme and the most crystalline. In her history poems, she was an intense lyric poet with epic content, and she has neither peers nor followers for her “holy / slowly / mulled over / matter.”
[link to jacketmagazine.com] |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 90967
9/6/2006 10:21 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
This 1 for Z
Two old men —
one proposed they live together
take turns cooking, washing dishes
they were both alone.
His friend: “Our way of living
is so different:
you spit
I don’t spit.” |
| Kandalit
User ID: 62347
9/7/2006 12:47 AM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Questioning love-
Are you present?
Whispers resounding things you've said.
Over and over I tell myself
it's not true.
The supression, of what may be.
To feel your blue.
To understand the sea.
The gap between
the unseen.
Thoughts and feelings scary as they may be.
They decieve me, betray me.
One of poison, has infected my soul.
One of poison, I can't say no.
To you who's eyes I can't look away from, run, run, run away. |
| oloid nli
User ID: 140517
9/7/2006 1:18 AM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
GLP by oloid
I think that I shall never see
A site as cool as GLP.
GLP posters are on a quest,
Seeking truth and wisdom is their test.
GLP posters scanning conspiracies all day,
Using their keyboards to type what they say.
Upon the screen they read and reply
Not sure if the link will infect with a spy.
Posts are made by fools like me,
And only this site is named G-L-P
(Apologies to Joyce Kilmer) |
| fawnknudsen
User ID: 88188
9/7/2006 1:20 AM
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Is Matt Damon a retard?
[link to www.youtube.com]
Then yes, obviously we do peotry.
Im drunk, Im sorry...IM SORRY! |
| donaldach
User ID: 140382
9/7/2006 3:42 AM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Peace unto those that seek Peace,
this was posted here at GLP in admiration of a certain bold and truthful lady:
[link to godlikeproductions.com]
""
DoL, here u are, my poetic riposte as promised:
Lebanon had a daughter
and the daughter of lebanon
is a woman for whom the tall cedars
stand in adulation
Though my sight dims across
the Tartarus sea,still I glimpse
that Lebanon's daughter
is the emblem of veneration
the solid grounds of Shaam
soften ever so lightly at the treading
of the noble daughter of lebanon,
even the stones rock in salutation.
and when the fire fell upon lebanon
and the whole world cowed with trepidation,
In that rough and terrible hour,
Lebanon had a daughter worthy of emalation.
They may say that men are made
on the fields of distress,
and behind such men be great women.
Then the daughter of lebanon is the very culmination.
While others see gold through the sparkling
showcases of markets and malls,
The daughter of Lebanon knows well that
honor is the treasure and its shadow is reputation
though many run their fingers across the plastic
cloth of the world looking for mirage,
in lebanon is found the real Eve
and no mere reflection.
No man nor woman would deny
that much is vanity and ostentation,
but none dare reject the truth
and her words must meet approbation.
The ink of my pen may run tired and dry,
and the words of my ode may pale and die,
yet the daughter of lebanon is the triumph of her
people and their eternal jubilation.
anonymus coward"" |
| RAGZ 
User ID: 134688
9/7/2006 4:10 AM
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and god said while i have made many poets, i have not made much poetry...
charles bukowski...
what a bitch. how did he figure that out?
Music is a responsive art. Not only does it affect our emotions, music also causes physiological change in the body. Many of music’s basic principle elements are similar in their relation to the body’s systematic operations. Rhythm, tempo, and pitch are all general activities we constantly invoke. It is generally understood that when participating in music, whether performing, listening, or composing, we experience an increased arousal. Scientists have noted physiological changes in the body’s responsiveness to music in characteristics such as fluctuation in heart rate, respiratory rate, blood pressure, as well as the electrical resistance of the skin. Even the muscle tone in our body may increase causing restlessness, agitation, or increased energy.
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| RAGZ
User ID: 134688
9/7/2006 4:12 AM
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I stopped in time for a moment to think about my life. Now is sit here, lop-sided, writing about those fragmented thoughts with an erasable marker. On a hidden wall. Makes me feel like a caveman, forever trapped in time with blood, spit, and rock. The shadow of Prometheus, the light that eludes us. And suddenly the warmth that comes from the thought of light triggers some primal remembrance. I remember who I am. I am a light just like you and you and all the others who shuffle through this mortal coil. Each of us resonating with a richness so unique it can only find purpose in the anonymous pursuit of perfection. So shine on, letting your essence illuminate the trepidations that separate us.
No chorus…
Second verse way different than the first…
This fortress of solitude serves no purpose. Is it safe? Never, yet I must go on. The speed of gravity mandates the inevitable fall. We strive for glory and settle with mediocrity. Where is my pride? Where is my moral standing? Not here on this hidden wall. My judgment is clouded by the mist of the unknown. I drink to insight and throb with disappointment. There is no cure for sorrow. There is no mate for desperation. The more I strive for some sacred union, the further the gap widens. I run this fast only to get right back here. Hell has nothing on the life I live. Hollow. Pale. Useless.
Still no chorus…
Third verse an echo of the first…
Fall, recoil, about face. Is it true Lucifer was the brightest of stars? The sound of music is the sound of life. Maybe I have never seen the light, but I know I have heard it. Things are transient; morphing from one state of existence to another. Sound and light and action. All are forms of energy, but their unique characteristics are so infinite and scientifically rigid. Einstein’s theories, as brilliant as they are, only complicated our understanding of the universal flow. And Lucifer is forever damned for wanting to shine with the radiance of his creator. As I scribble this, flashes of some hidden meaning appear just beyond my comprehension. I feel sympathy for the angel of song. In my flawed existence I have realized the madness of longing for a connection that cannot happen. I am a light that pulses so slowly, it can still be felt on the physical plane. And this is a plane of transition I must suffer through. We all either have, are, or will. And if attention is paid to the ascension, we will find ointment for our temporary wounds. So why the sympathy for Lucifer? Because he too knew that in his less than perfect existence he would never shine with the brilliance of creation. But instead of allowing that to separate him from the evolution unfolding around him, he sang a song of passionate hope. A hope that despite the yoke of his imperfection, he would one day shine in harmony with creation.
And this is the time for the chorus…
Just some sentiment we can all share and express together.
And this is the time for the chorus…
You are the light that reveals my shadows.
I am the light that reveals the things you may not have known about yourself.
And this is the time for the chorus!
Music is a responsive art. Not only does it affect our emotions, music also causes physiological change in the body. Many of music’s basic principle elements are similar in their relation to the body’s systematic operations. Rhythm, tempo, and pitch are all general activities we constantly invoke. It is generally understood that when participating in music, whether performing, listening, or composing, we experience an increased arousal. Scientists have noted physiological changes in the body’s responsiveness to music in characteristics such as fluctuation in heart rate, respiratory rate, blood pressure, as well as the electrical resistance of the skin. Even the muscle tone in our body may increase causing restlessness, agitation, or increased energy.
BE SURE TO VISIT [link to www.godlikeproductions.com]
THE OFFICIAL RADIO OF GLP!
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| The Lilac Fairy (nli)
User ID: 116263
9/7/2006 6:17 AM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit, from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the Shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
"Invictus"
William Earnest Henks |
| zacksavage
User ID: 35806
9/7/2006 8:21 PM
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Cool.
I have been working like a dog of late. Thank you all for posting.
Kandalit,...I have checked your blog, but have had little time to read.
This weekend will be a fine time to play catch up. 
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| SHR 
Forum Administrator
User ID: 140331
9/7/2006 8:23 PM
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Cool.
I have been working like a dog of late.
Z Quoting: zacksavage
Profit monger! 
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Precious cups within the flower, deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile, back up on you at your trial
Chill and numbed from head to toe, icy sun with frosty glow
Wall of Sleep is lying broken, sun shines in, you have awoken |
| zacksavage
User ID: 35806
9/7/2006 8:29 PM
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Alas SHR  ,...I am but a poor carpenter trying to earn ale money in a cruel world.
I have yet to realize any profit,...I slack too often;... to read poetry, post GLP and such.
My time is more valuable than money,...
But a man has to eat/drink don't ya know.
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| SHR
Forum Administrator
User ID: 140331
9/7/2006 8:35 PM
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Alas SHR ,...I am but a poor carpenter trying to earn ale money in a cruel world.
I have yet to realize any profit,...I slack too often;... to read poetry, post GLP and such.
My time is more valuable than money,...
But a man has to eat/drink don't ya know.
Z
Nothing wrong with being a carpenter bro, it's a noble trade. Plus unlike being a toolmaker like me, there's a few songs written about what you do at least, you'll never hear a tool and die maker song, crap I don't even want to.
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Precious cups within the flower, deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile, back up on you at your trial
Chill and numbed from head to toe, icy sun with frosty glow
Wall of Sleep is lying broken, sun shines in, you have awoken |
| Stowaway
User ID: 140821
9/7/2006 8:43 PM | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Tsumimono ya
nakute jodo e
tsuki no fune
Cargoless,
bound heavenward,
ship of the moon.
Dohaku
____________________
Yuku toshi no
kokoro-nokori wa
nakarikeri
The year is ending:
I have not left my heart
behind.
Hankai
____________________
Nan no mama
nokoru ha mo nashi
aki no kaze
When autumn winds blow
not one leaf remains
the way it was.
Togyu |
| zacksavage
User ID: 35806
9/7/2006 9:00 PM
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Tool Maker,...Cool SHR.
""Hog butcher for the world,
Tool maker, stacker of wheat,
Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the big shoulders."
—Carl Sandburg's "Chicago" (1916)"
Okay poetic souled ones,...I got 9 pages printed.
Namaste
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| oneyouknow
User ID: 116692
9/8/2006 1:47 AM
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~ an unfinished song
once upon a time
in a place that doesn't exist
questioners who came on line
fed the urge they couldn't resist
they searched and they learned
of things no one had told them
but the knolwedge they earned
brought fear to an old him
"they are too smart", said he,
"I must make them stumble"
so he planted his seed
and started to mumble,
"your leaders hate you
and want you to die
you know that its true
and I'll tell you why"
"you're slaves and chattle,
too stupid to live"
as imaginary sabers rattled
and their hopes began to give
they began to fight and argue
then argue and fight
even the sum of 2+2
is something no one got right
they couldn't of course
it wasn't in the plan
like a blinded horse
led by a mad man
he was challenged by nare a few
with brightness in their hearts
they tried to speak of love to you
as his minions their fights did start
one offered a morning hug,
another a sweet simple song
his minions laughed loud and smug
insiting believers got it all wrong
if one sat on a cloud
and watched from above
they would laugh out loud
at his failure to kill the dove
love will not die,
be inslaved nor go away
even as his minions cry,
"today is our last day",
there are more tomorrows
of hope and possibility,
for an end to the sorrows
and return to the reality
that each of you alone,
is beautiful and rare
the mad man will one day be gone
replaced by One who doth care
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| zacksavage
User ID: 134586
9/9/2006 4:38 PM
| | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
***140010,...thanks. I enjoy your work.
"Then give me wings of nebulae
Wrought from Saturn's rings
Enchant my flight
That I may write
The poem of my soul"
A real flight of the imagination there.
***Main Herr,... Please clarify 
***Kandalit,…MyRiseAbove, it will take me some time to read your blog.
I guess those 25 chickens get you up early in the morning writing poetry huh?
Stop running for a change,…what is your most uplifting poem?
***You are most definitely no fool oloid nli.
Thank you.
***Drinking is NOT a crime fawnknudsen. I used to think Matt was a retard.
But he was Bourne again.
***Donaldach,..
That was a very moving ode to the DoL.
Thank you for taking the time to post it here.
I hope she sees your work.
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| Main Herr
User ID: 90967
9/9/2006 5:14 PM
 | | Main Herr
User ID: 90967
9/9/2006 5:20 PM
| | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Young Poets
By Todd-Michael St. Pierre
'You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds
You say what they'd say if they had the words.
Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice
Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice.
Speak with respect now, for jungles and streams
Speak for all wildlife and dream giant dreams
Speak with great courage, speak up and speak out
Write with a whisper or write with a shout.
Stand up young poets for clean air and river
Free verse or lyric; your message delivers.
Truth for the future citizens of earth
Speak of your freedom your friends and self worth.
Speak for tomorrow and though you're still young
Speak for the Forest, your pen is her tongue.
The world waits to hear your songs still unsung
Words posses power, you can write the wrongs
Teach us and lead us with Poems and with songs
Speak now for nature, for trees and for birds.
Defenders of Earth choose careful your words!
'
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| zacksavage
User ID: 134586
9/9/2006 5:26 PM
| | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
Ah-Ha!!!
I knew were here abouts MH.
Bubbles!!!
Z
What the fool cannot learn, he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of a latent idiocy. ~~ Marie Corelli |
| Black Jim
User ID: 123180
9/9/2006 5:43 PM
 | | Re: Does anyone here do GodLike Poetry?? | Quote |
...A King
Born,entrusted with ancient treasures
And cities full of stronghearted soldiers,
His vanity swelled him so vile and rank
That he could hear no voices but his own.
He deserved to suffer and die...
from Beowulf |
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