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siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/15/2010 07:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Press play on one, wait 20 seconds and press play on the other one as well [ [ Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you through the flames] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti "I am signaling you through the flames. The North Pole is not where it used to be. Manifest Destiny is no longer manifest. Civilization self-destructs. Nemesis is knocking at the door. What is the use of poetry? The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it." |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/16/2010 07:33 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "Got to say mmm mmm mmm x2" We'll pulp down all those paper pieces til then, that time; then, then with all those writings fluid we’ll add petals, we’ll add petals n' coloured dye. A silk window framed full and dripping. Press out firmer crisp sheets to curl,to fold, to lay between. Paper Roses. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/18/2010 07:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Be Lost in the Call: Rumi Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create these two worlds? Reality replied: O prisoner of time, I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity, and I wished this treasure to be known, so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart; its darkened back, the world; The back would please you if you've never seen the face. Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw? Yet clean away the mud and straw, and a mirror might be revealed. Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work. My King addressed the soul of my flesh: You return just as you left. Where are the traces of my gifts? We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold. This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace. He is a hat to a hundred bald men, a covering for ten who were naked. Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child! How could a zephyr ride an ass? Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream. Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity. Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call. - "Love is a Stranger", Kabir Helminski Threshold Books, 1993 |
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siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/18/2010 07:33 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Haylewwwww, the moods up, the moon is up, and I'm up and about to log off and grab and read before morning.. stuff, there is always stuff. Shame you have a slow connection, nothing really relates in some posts, other times there are things I pluck out that tickle me some way or another. Anyway, you have a wonderful week, happy hump day. |
siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/18/2010 11:09 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | - Mahatma Gandhi The International Day of Prayer for Peace 21 Sep 00:00 - 21 Sep 00:00 Please be mindful on the 20th because somewhere in the world may be the 21st and please be mindful on the 22nd because it may still be the 21st somewhere in the world, think globally, act locally. |
siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/19/2010 05:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Swans Upon dark glassy settled waters, beneath skies eyes, Swans sing; beating their wings against the stillness of air, they write pages of white, with their less than beautiful songs they write deep rippling pages to white, reflections lost to the shattered mirror beneath their breasts. siteless |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/19/2010 05:25 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Shifting twilight walks across settling walls its weighty dampened cloak aiding boot stomp drawls random drum thumps silencing into sleepy thoughts sinking into tired hands and weak arms beneath a warm ceiling, before a crackling fire. Pattering lullaby overhead, chicken soup, before bed. |
siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/19/2010 11:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Suns fingers catch the raven, luminous purple in my eyes, tinsel, caught in a vortex created off smooth lines. Deep shimmering warmth coos softly softly lifts the mind skyward; and god is flicking matches to magnesium clouds they burn like tissue paper in descending light. siteless. |
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siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/21/2010 06:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. God's gonna trouble the water. Well, who are these children all dressed in red? God's a-gonna trouble the water Must be the children that Moses led God's a-gonna trouble the water. Chorus Who's that young girl dressed in white Wade in the Water Must be the Children of Israelites God's gonna trouble the Water. Chorus Jordan's water is chilly and cold. God's gonna trouble the water. It chills the body, but not the soul. God's gonna trouble the water. Chorus If you get there before I do. God's gonna trouble the water. Tell all of my friends I'm coming too. God's gonna trouble the water. Chorus --------- |
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siteless User ID: 1065571 Australia 08/22/2010 07:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "One day you feel good and the next you feel bad, and between those two poles are compressed all the joys of heaven and all the anguish of hell. The events that prompt feelings, the justification for the feelings, even the reality of the perceptions that lead to the feelings, are all unimportant; it is the feeling that counts." |
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siteless User ID: 1077883 Australia 08/24/2010 05:00 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Lark by Mary Oliver And I have seen, at dawn, the lark spin out of the long grass and into the pink air - its wings, which are neither wide nor overstrong, fluttering - the pectorals ploughing and flashing for nothing but altitude - and the song bursting all the while from the red throat. And then he descends, and is sorry. His little head hangs and he pants for breath for a few moments among the hoops of the grass, which are crisp and dry, where most of his living is done - and then something summons him again and up he goes, his shoulders working, his whole body almost collapsing and floating to the edges of the world. We are reconciled, I think, to too much. Better to be a bird, like this one - an ornament of the eternal. As he came down once, to the nest of the grass, “Squander the day, but save the soul,” I heard him say. |
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siteless User ID: 1077883 Australia 08/26/2010 04:28 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Aimee Allen: Calling The Maker Get my money back, pay my bail Put me baby in the county jail Do my time, Lord, and I won't tell Everybody, everybody going to hell Pick back my fat, skin my bones Thirty-two teeth crack throwing stones Call on Jesus, bring us home I ain't done nothing but love I ain't done nothing but... hey love Chorus: All hands are calling the maker Dirty with the salt from the undertaker Damn, I hear John the Revalator Mama's in the kitchen dancing and singing All hands are calling the maker Dirty with the salt from the undertaker Damn, I hear John the Revalator Mama's in the kitchen dancing and singing Get my money back, I pay my bail Put me baby, put me baby in the county jail Do my time, Lord, and I won't tell On everybody going to hell Pick back my fat, skin my bones Your teeth crack throwing stones Call on Jesus, bring us home I ain't done nothin' but love I ain't done nothin' but love Chorus Yeah, I hear him come down the hall With a tip tap, high clap, voodoo doll Congo, bongo, blood lust song White witch playing on a tree trunk gong It's a boom clack, boom clack on my door Click the key before's there more I ain't done nothing but... hey love Mama's in the kitchen dancing and singing |
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