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Post by bichsa on Sept 13, 2006 6:05:24 GMT -6
Reflecting on
this life at hand
Reflecting on the heart
of man
Time spent wasted
on foolish pride
Time spent filled
with hatred
inside
Anguish of
things unknown
taunted by tears
that spreads
with fear
Reflecting on man
how easily
he is deceived
They walk blindly
into the uncharted sea
Reflecting on
the human soul
To much it
allows to take a hold
Reflecting on
his willingness
to believe
Reflecting on
untruths that deceive
How ignorance
can be won
How easily
they follow
every song
ever sung
Reflecting on our World
as a whole
Curiously watching
wondering
When will we be Home.
Peace,Cheryl
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 13, 2006 6:35:04 GMT -6
Fine words to reflect on Cheryl  Thanks for sharing. |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 13, 2006 23:19:40 GMT -6
"Curiously watching wondering When will we be Home." ~fragmentation of Bichsa verse. ~*~ I know that's right. Nir.  |
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Post by Sam on Sept 14, 2006 7:43:40 GMT -6
Beautiful!!! Just beautiful!!
Sam
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Post by shell on Sept 17, 2006 8:42:27 GMT -6
This poem does indeed reflect, mirror-like, how we divest ourselves of divinity when we wander off into those illusions, drift from leader to leader and rarely question what or why we follow ...
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Post by rrw on Sept 17, 2006 9:23:29 GMT -6
Nice work B!The age old question, with same answer... don't know. The wonderful thing about art is the answer is the question. Behold the world before me
in slippers made of flesh and blood.
With me to me walk lightly on this hollow ground;
the journey is the only answer. |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 9, 2019 15:00:49 GMT -6
*BumP*
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Post by phantasm on Mar 9, 2019 15:30:42 GMT -6
Bumping ancient poems you like, are you? At least you're remind the lurkers these people exist.
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Post by darkness0within on Mar 13, 2019 7:52:07 GMT -6
Good bump anirbas!
And a very well crafted piece.
Home we hold within us. wherever we might be.
To be at peace with oneself should be the goal, for without this life in itself has little meaning. From this foundation all else follows.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 14, 2019 22:41:19 GMT -6
Bumping ancient poems you like, are you? At least you're remind the lurkers these people exist. Yes, and no, Phantasm. Sometimes, I pick one of our existing physically posting poets to highlight other pieces of their works. Other times, like this one, I pick a page number and when I land there, I close my eyes and touch the screen with my index fingertip. Wherever it lands, that is the poem I bump. However, this time, the page number I chose, had only one entry. This beautiful, transcendent piece by one of our "alumni" poets, from Bnet U, Bichsa. It was the only one on page seventeen, at the time. I do miss her writings, her voice and her presence around here though. And yes, the "lurkers" should know, there is much to be read in the ancient archives here in. |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 14, 2019 22:42:26 GMT -6
Good bump anirbas! And a very well crafted piece. Home we hold within us. wherever we might be. To be at peace with oneself should be the goal, for without this life in itself has little meaning. From this foundation all else follows. I could not agree more, Darkness. |
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