Nemesis_4711 March 2012 at 4:51pmPosts: 989 (0 today)Status: offline
Long lost smile
I feel a smile is so far
away right now
The pain comes from
ancient memories, somehow
karma calling karma calling
flashbacks they didn't tell
that would happen, stalling
flashbacks to ancient times, falling
a smile lost in the beatings
of time - the beatings of time
Your smile seems sad today
bad flashback for you too I see
what do I do with all these memories
live and learn don't repeat mistakes
the lake with the fires burning
the earth is turning the elder gods
returning, awake, pissed off and mad
I'd glad so glad to seem him again
it's the trend it the calling I'm falling
flashback as you sent me falling
burning landing hard in the land
of the ape - the stupid apes
shapes of things - ugly things
but we sing song of a golden
tomorrow and hopefor the best
and run from past life sorrows
and the smile I see returns
to the faces
as we walk the road of familiar places
but still my smile is miles away
another flashback takes my
will you stay this time - stay for
and bring back my smile
my mum would have been 92 today
Nemesis_4715 March 2012 at 8:41amPosts: 989 (0 today)Status: offline
The Banshee by Alice Guerin Crist
As we came down the old boreen,
Rose and I – Rose and I,
At vesper time on Sunday e’en,
We heard a banshee cry!
Beyond the churchyard dim and dark,
‘Neath whispering elms, and yew-trees stark,
Where our star shone-a corpse-like spark-
Against the wintry sky.
We heard and shuddered sick with dread,
Rose and I- Rose and I,
As the shrill keening rang o’erhead
Where cloud-wrack floated high.
Our two young hearts long, sorely tried,
By poverty and love denied
Still waiting for some favouring tide,
And now! Death come so nigh.
‘Which of us two is called away
You or I-You or I?”
I heard my patient poor love say,
With bitter plaintive sigh.
‘Neither, dear girl,” I bravely said,
‘To Mary Mother bow your head,
And cry for help to Her instead,
Nor heed the Banshee’s cry’.
We raised our hearts in fervent prayer,
Rose and I-Rose and I,
Nor knew our troubles ended there,
Our happiness came nigh.
For ‘twas the grim old farmer, he-
My only kin, rich, miserly,
Who, dying left his wealth to me-
For whom the banshee cried.
Little rainbow20 March 2012 at 10:00amPosts: 3947 (0 today)Status: offline
à l'éclosion de la lumière
Au coeur, irrepressible,
Crescendo léger d'envie
Au coeur, irrépressible
Un élan de douceur
Il n'est plus de saison,
Que celle du silence,
Plus de trève à l'hiver
Quand la sève nouvelle
Glacée à contretemps.
Silence à l'unisson
Pour vous porter
Silence à l'unisson,
Il n'est plus de saison
En ce silence
Si ce n'est
Un chant d'oiseau
pour vous porter
en terre intérieure
A ce printemps
Sa promesse profuse
To be translated, maybe later on.
20 March 2012 at 7:18pmPosts: ( today)Status:
Maybe. Translated into what though?
For now the message is coming through loud and clear and needs no translation. Can we fully appreciate just knowing these feelings are real or am I just leading you a not so very merry dance? What did you think your fate was? I'm guessing this isn't what you want to hear. I could just listen and not say anything?
There’s that other photo again.
Have you noticed how many words in English are used to refer both to money and self?
Little rainbow25 March 2012 at 1:35pmPosts: 3947 (0 today)Status: offline
Tous les chemins
Vers un soleil
Chaviré de marées
De blondeur chatoyante.
Là, nous voyagerons
Par temps calme
D'un grain de poussière
A un grain de sable
En douceur constantes
Des premiers jours
De la lumière.
Naître à l'espoir
Ne tient d'aucun hasard,
Mais d'un chemin compté
Entêté de patience
Pas à pas.
Rennes le 23/03/12
Sorry, I didn't take time to translate it.
It is dedicated to Ceridwen, with a little musical add.
Yann Tiersen- Till The End (Live with orchestra NYC. 9/10/2010)
Nemesis_4726 March 2012 at 11:57pmPosts: 989 (0 today)Status: offline
You'll Do, Sir
I wait for you in
the quiet of my mind
I wonder if you remember
when you were mine
I see you when I'm
I feel you when awake
In my heart there's a
In my heart you are
I feel you every day now
I know that you are near
Your dark side twists
my soul some
But I know you
I have no fear
You are so close I
could touch you
So close I hear your
You break through
So close you break
through the chaff
So close that I
can touch you
So close I feel
You are with me
all the time
You are will me
all the while
You're the one who
fills my heart
You are the one
who makes it stir
You're the one completes
my soul, now
You'll do Sir, yes you'll do
Yes you'll do
27 March 2012 at 2:03pmPosts: ( today)Status:
I always preferred and I know you
Jared C30 April 2012 at 3:52amPosts: 986 (0 today)Status: offline
Time to regenerate the WORDS!
THE SPINDLE THOUGHT
If you walk
Get air in your lungs,
Capacity is filling
Create the mist of the moon
If you listen
Strike flint to the stones
Hearing the crackle of blue flame curls
rising in strength
against a red sky.
And if you sing
All the people in your life will waken.
Test the rolling-eyed passion they bring
to the stages
To the edges,
To the last.
Little rainbow30 April 2012 at 7:04amPosts: 3947 (0 today)Status: offline
Thanks Jared, long awaiten.
Bert Sausage.17 May 2012 at 5:03amPosts: 261 (0 today)Status: offline
Upside down gibberish is pretty much the same as right way up gibberish!
If I wasn't
but I am
so i can't.
if i could
but I cant
so i wont
is that perfectly clear?
Bert Sausage.17 May 2012 at 5:11amPosts: 261 (0 today)Status: offline
One more half scribbled wibble from me before its time to hop off again:
What would you do
if a large kangeroo
hopped into your house
and sat down on your loo?
Would you think it funny
if your new furry neighbour
started reading your paper
as he sat upon your dunnie?
What then if he jumped into bed
and laid on your pillow his tic infested head
would you tuck him in tight
just to avoid a fight?
Then in the morning
as all sat yawning
around the breakfast table
would you be discreet
as you got him on his feet
and guided him out to the stable?
Jared C21 May 2012 at 4:17amPosts: 986 (0 today)Status: offline
For those who have lost a loved one:
THE BREATHING SEA
The Lidocaine Drip
Comes down to plastic and air,
We ask her,
What was it like in the middle?
She answers, though quietly,
"I think there were fish.
Big bright ones, with red in the pupils-
The eyes that see the bait move
Beneath a marvelous breathing sea."
The nurses circle in.
The ceiling begins to glow,
and the correct lines in the paint job are now melting together,
and she responds again:
"And I think that my granddaughter caught three of them-
We fried fish all day,
And talked about school,
And life, and love.
Love with a salmon-crusted afternoon that knows no limits."
The doctors converse-
Later, papers will be signed.
The salton taste is perfect though she doesn't say much.
Interviewer with wings and nuts and bolts wait at a shiny gate:
How much does a rod and reel cost, they ask,
"Maybe we can use the old ones - there's no reason to open a purse,
The hooks maybe dull, but there are so many memories
that we can share.
I caught a Striper with my husband once - it was golden!"
Dull machines go silent,
And prayers are mentioned.
If a little curly-haired girl were in the room, she'd say
"Grandma always knew what to do and say
and I think I'm ready for a fish fry today."
When we go,
Don't let the dark shadows cave in your heart-
Bend the light to the waves,
And ride in a boat to the edges of everywhere
In a billowy and full sea that breathes,
And doesn't end.
Jared C5 June 2012 at 6:51amPosts: 986 (0 today)Status: offline
THE FIVE ESSENTIAL FLAVORS OF LIFE
Blowing across a hospital gown
The muse releases a gorgeous gold dust
That makes us remember, and breathe,
And keep time on our wrists-
Pretend that you know everyone personally-
And give bread to your neighbors,
And find seashells again with your children-
The cloves are strong with your soul.
Blow out candles when you get to be 70,
Nestle with the cat in your father's armchair
And listen to Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush tell their stories,
Give your keys to your wife
Say, "Go buy yourself something nice,"
And kiss her forehead for trying to find
The right present for your golden anniversary.
There is more to learn by tasting a well-groomed cake
Than you would know.
If you've got an hour to kill,
Take a walk over your town's oldest bridge,
And praise the noisy tressel that whines
Wen your mother closes the drapes
in the evening.
Put fact before fiction when fiction is factual,
And sing to your child
as it gets dark,
You know the way-
It is a hum before tea, and
a whistle after dessert.
In October your biases will fail you.
In November you will remember your roots again-
Taking on the spice of nutmeg in your home
And kids who dress like space creatures will wander up
and spill their wishes on your doorstep.
It is your golden years that predict the Winter-
It is your utmost longing
to be with noone else, but your bride
And your guide-
She plays notes on the creaky viola.
Every flavor is highlighted better
The ocean moves,
The clouds squeeze vapor on you,
Just do what you must,
And say what you can-
The brine-laden words
come easy in Spring.
The dash on your steak,
The pepper that cuts-
Is your everyday.
Is your subtle way
The Little Muse
By Darcy L. SPC Quinlan
The little muse sits quietly
not wanting to disturb the artist in the midst of creativity
But the muse has thoughts...
Why was she above others chosen for this special slot?
She does not feel like a muse
nowhere's close to one,
Does the artist not see her?
Who would want such a muse
Such a broken one full of despair and distrust at society
And then our little muse gets
an epiphany, maybe because of her turmoil, her experience
maybe that is why she is now the muse for this Picasso like angel
Maybe just because of her spirit insists on shining thru
regardless of the adversity...
She is the little muse
Oz18 June 2012 at 4:31pmPosts: 109 (0 today)Status: offline
Drifting, slipping, back into your paradigm
Fear feigns as confidence
Peaking cautiously above the horizon
Tops of your eyes shifting, surveying
Tentative, yet bold momentarily
Your mind, over processing
Learned responses, engage
Experiences embedded, a permanent page
Perspectives, harnessed, click!
Disciplined constructs, invoke restraint
Developed reality, a surreal fate
A barrier, to anything beyond
A perimeter-well guarded
Impenetrable, a wordless song
Despite self-perception of breadth
Desire verses capacity, a clarity death
Free thinking, throttled
Open heart, bottled
Embracing a sort of social deity
The checklist paradigm
Jared C19 June 2012 at 2:23amPosts: 986 (0 today)Status: offline
Oz - awesome words! I especially like how that ended!
Zenrider21 July 2012 at 4:34pmPosts: 3538 (2 today)Status: offline
Bump so we don't lose the words.
Jared C22 July 2012 at 10:02amPosts: 986 (0 today)Status: offline
Fresh mint puts me in mind
of Daisy's Red House - barking dogs
and cats that whine,
And Canterbury Tales in time.
Sprigs of air that stings your eye
In a green pasture lasts
long through the drip-dry evening
As moisture settles between
your tongue and teeth,
Braiding you sister's hair for minutes
And dancing the way animals move
In illustrious fashion-
'Neith the bush tails that overhang the house-
The facade that creeps along ivy lines
With good intention
and better apple pie.