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Prose and Poetry
« on: March 04, 2012, 01:52 »
In the spirit of Zam the Man's thread at the other place.  ;D

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    Re: Prose and Poetry
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #3 on: March 04, 2012, 10:01 »
    just copy the full http address into the reply and the site does the rest

    the 1st post - no idea why it does that

    fixed the other for you
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #4 on: March 04, 2012, 13:28 »

     My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. -William Shakespeare, playwright and poet (1564-1616)

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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #5 on: March 04, 2012, 14:18 »
    A friend of ours doing one of his poems.. eventaully
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #6 on: March 04, 2012, 14:25 »
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #7 on: March 04, 2012, 20:31 »
    Thank you for the holla, Maxiton The Good.  8)
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #8 on: March 04, 2012, 20:33 »
    Driving a rainbow,
    Riding crimson clouds,
    I ascend the Nine Peaks to the Gates of Jade.

    Crossing Heaven’s River
    Reaching Mount Kunlun
    I meet the Western Goddess, pay my respects to the Sun.

    Chisong’s  my companion,
    With Xianmen  I am friends –
    I learn to nurture my spirit with the Tao that transcends.

    My food’s the immortal’s lingzhi
    My drink’s from fragrant springs
    My staff is made of laurel, and on my head an orchid ring.

    No mortal affairs or troubles
    No limits to where I go
    As swift as the wind blows in the universe I travel.

    Though the shadow has moved not
    A thousand miles I’ve passed –
    Ageless as the mountains but forgetting not the past.

    Mo Shang Sang (Mulberry on the Fields) - Cao Cao.
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #9 on: March 05, 2012, 12:27 »
    Babar Luck - Top Fella, great lyricist, and all round nice guy
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #11 on: March 21, 2012, 12:32 »
    ...not strictly poetry but maybe an insight into why we are all drawn to riding bikes...and oh yeah do check the date on this gem...

    A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
     Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play. -Heraclitus, philosopher (500 BCE)
     
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #12 on: March 27, 2012, 12:15 »
    In A happy place. today is designated rest day so suddenly have time to catch up on the music thread and reading a book suggested to me last week

    imagining winter by Paul Dawson. some nice poetry but not very light and fluffy
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #13 on: March 30, 2012, 13:15 »
    ...another non-poem but it is a bit of wisdom in a nicely arranged pile of words...

    A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
     It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast. -Julie Burchill, writer and journalist (b. 1959)
     
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #14 on: March 30, 2012, 14:01 »
    Sage, and it does take you places in the short time it exists.
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #15 on: March 30, 2012, 19:34 »
    Anticipated Stranger,
    BY JOHN ASHBERY B. 1927
    the bruise will stop by later.
    For now, the pain pauses in its round,
    notes the time of day, the patient’s temperature,
    leaves a memo for the surrogate: What the hell
    did you think you were doing? I mean . . .
    Oh well, less said the better, they all say.
    I’ll post this at the desk.

    God will find the pattern and break it.
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #16 on: April 04, 2012, 13:24 »
    If little by little
    i open my life
    if little by little
    i bid the hidden away
    if little by little
    i lift the littlest away
    would you find me the littlest?

    you would still find me little
    when i lift the littlest away
    when little by little
    i bid the hidden away
    when little by little
    i open my life
    is it that you are little?
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #17 on: April 04, 2012, 13:25 »
    Under the weeping water of the night sky
    a cover of tattered cloth and broken bough
    when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
    sweetness into bitter run your visage present

    Now the dawning day reviving old desires
    the moon bidding bye to the northern star
    yet the thoughtful heart ever so bleeding
    of night of day and of lost reveries

    The restful soul to emancipation retires
    Skewed the mind is locked naught in divine
    Beauty is gone with all its petals
    The clouded garment of serpentine flung

    The bird of smile had but a little way
    Learning to spread its wings but crudely flung
    The first summer month went its wintry ways
    A thousand blossoms to fire seared

    Where the body lies the mind does not
    the heart ever so very far from serenity
    It’s life has been bled drop by drop
    It’s stolen beats keep failing one by one
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #18 on: April 04, 2012, 13:25 »
    outside the rooster’s on his night perch
    and the morning sun’s ready for his repast
    i look at you sweet love in your beauteous sleep
    and desire to hear your sweet and wondrous words
    But my purse is light and the hearth is cold

    the merchant’s kitchen is laden as his purse
    his garden bears tempestuous fruits all year round
    naught a fur blanket to cover you 'cept this sheet
    but my heart is warm and see his harem’s brimmed
    will you not look back and consider my honest plea

    look my love look back just once even in jest
    see this torn heart beneath this tattered attire
    while that palanquin carries you to his threshold
    i take my goats to the mountain pasture once again
    to sing this lonesome song to the wilderness
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #19 on: April 04, 2012, 13:26 »
    Some people are lucky
    To have sweated it all out
    And find success.

    Some people are lucky
    To have kept the faith
    And be enlightened.

    Some people are lucky
    To have found love
                    And embrace it.

    Some people are lucky
    To have cracked the code
    And find genius.
    Some people are lucky
    To have survived a storm
    And live to celebrate.

    Some people are lucky
    To have born with a tune
    And sing their heart’s melody.

    Some people are lucky
    To have adorned the palette
    And express themselves.

    Maybe I too am lucky
    To have found a pen
    And a paper to write with.
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    Re: Prose and Poetry
    « Reply #20 on: April 04, 2012, 13:27 »
    In a dream I see us looking fine
    Holding hands, flying above the sea
    A surprise we finally cross the line
    In a dream it’s just you and me.

    Dancing among the clouds
    With your long lost guitar at hand,
    You sing to me the sweetest round
    Of tunes in soft little love strands.

    Happy thoughts brace my heart a shine
    To your tune all my worries flee,
    And where your sunshine meets mine
    Is where our heaven shall be.
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