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Post by nimbusGLOW on Sept 12, 2006 23:39:42 GMT -6
CHOIR OF 'THE OTHER'
into the abyss
past the precipice
beyond even
The Void
I am immersed in
the memory-dreams
of previous sorrow
still vaguely haunting me
the ebb and flow
of faint echoes
whisper passively
through my shrouded chambers
no uninhabited dwellings
within my hypnotic Thought-dom
no empty passageways
through my obscured Emotion-Region
the chasms of my mind are
filled to capacity with longing
lined with a thick film of recollection
veiled under numerous layers of remembrance
though I am in the present
at times I am not of the present
yet do I view the tinge of promise in colored clouds
through this traced-silver-pearl vapor of the past
hidden yet not isolated
tearful sighs...mournful cries
subtly undertone their mirrored antiphons of
playful laughter...pleasured moans
swathed in the salty tear-elixir
cleansed in my ephemeral crying
I intuitively melt into the
CHOIR OF 'THE OTHER'
'the other' phantom voices
that beckon within my somber fog
'the other' specter choruses
that muse with their perplexing ventriloquism
not of ominous loss
never of sinister doom
rather offering companionship to my lone sojourn
somewhat evoking courage in my healing voyage
saturated of nostalgia
darkened melancholy nocturnes
dimly allude to pensive yet compelling catharsis
as I venture onward with hesitation
the theme and composition
of this 'Symphony Of The Far-Away'
bids me to continue still further inward
through a deeper 'Unknown'
yet mystically it seems 'Known'
diffused yet somehow coherent
as if those for whom I yearn
are not all-together absent
simply of a different Time-Dream
purely in another Celestial-Trance
momentarily separated by an illusion of
being beyond or above the here-and-now
per se the CHOIR OF 'THE OTHER'
is an aspect of me that Sleep-Travels
between the dimensions of 'Being-ness'
or in the shadowed layers of Solitude and Infinitude
the familiar oral transmissions within
these vivid voices of my beloved ones
are not 'the other' mementos of Some-one else
or 'the other' relics of Some-when apart
they are
OF me
...
I am
OF them
...
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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 13, 2006 12:19:27 GMT -6
I have been here, too many times.
Great write!
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Post by anirbas on Sept 13, 2006 21:21:55 GMT -6
Melodic flow of words...Entire offering had a lullaby quality of sound to the inner ear...
Agree with Lauren, Nims--Great write! Got more? Nir.
~*~
"they are
OF me...
I am
OF them..."
~fragmentation of Nimbusglow poeming.
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Sept 14, 2006 1:24:50 GMT -6
Thank You, Lauren...Sabrina...
Yes I have more.
Some completed...some still in progress
each one now has a copy-righted title (Thank GODDESS my publisher seems to
enjoy my work, as they 'log' it immediately upon arrival.)
Your kind words of appreciation
touch me very deeply...
this more shadowed work is engulfing me as of late...seems to have a 'life' all its own.
I hope both of you have more...
your 'tones' and 'moods' are astonishing in their poignant quality.
PLEASE...MORE ! MORE !
'NIM'elancholy
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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 14, 2006 14:45:25 GMT -6
You're welcome, hon; anytime!
Lauren
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Post by Sam on Sept 14, 2006 14:59:09 GMT -6
I am *star* struck!! What can I say? Sam  |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 14, 2006 21:39:15 GMT -6
You're welcome and thank you, too, Nimz! [waves to the gang] Nim'eloncholy? What are we to do with you? To make jolly spread cross your countenance? Should we send for the King of France? Or would you rather see more than one tiny pony, dance and prance? Perhaps, Carrot top would crack you up? As for me, Carlos Mencia does the trick... And Eddie Izzard is so funnily slick... Sit back...Channel a comedian... And you'll be laughing, before you know it... NarlyNir.  |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 14, 2006 22:46:52 GMT -6
Shut up...That's to funny...Thanks for cracking me up, Nims! Nir.  |
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Sept 16, 2006 23:56:26 GMT -6
UN-UTTERED
I have not gone silent
~
only
my
outer
vocal
utterances
have
momentarily
ceased
~
my
inner
voice
is
as
always
softly
echoing
assurance
through
Nautilus-Like
spiral
portals
of
my
being
~
though they remain un-uttered |
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Oct 6, 2006 2:24:24 GMT -6
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Post by ingradreams on Mar 3, 2007 14:50:33 GMT -6
Jeffrey, my 'sweets',
Why is the top poem
CHOIR OF 'THE OTHER'
not in your folio called "Shadow-Visions" ?
Or are you still wondering if it is a valid piece ?
I think this is a mind-boggling piece of work.
You have another poem that it would go very
well with; YOUR FINAL PHOTOGRAPH.
And maybe linking the two up will convince you.
This poem makes so much sense to me since my
grandparents went back to God. It reaches the
depth of mourning that I've felt; gently and intuitively.
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Post by ingradreams on Mar 3, 2007 15:04:26 GMT -6
Jeffrey, In reply to your request, I am attempting to place this up-dated version of UN-UTTERED in here for you. I like this re-titled version better. It has more meaning.
TRANQUIL
I have not
gone silent
~
only
my
outer
vocal
utterances
may have
momentarily
ceased
~
for
my
inner voice
is as
always
softly
echoing
assurance
~
through the
multitude of
nautilus-like
spiral
portals
hidden
in my
being
~
where it
remains tranquil
~~~
~~
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~
~
nimbusGLOW 2007
It worked, Jeffrey. Found it in your word documents, and I used your directions on how to do this in your style and your color choice. You wrote out the directions nicely, easy to understand. And this way I've learned more about those handy special features. |
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Post by vixen on Mar 8, 2007 11:15:07 GMT -6
Jeffery , what a beautiful ethreal piece of work Trying to compose myself, but tears of joy and pain open my soul to your long journey. Love always Vixen
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Mar 15, 2007 17:03:30 GMT -6
you're obviously a true empath 'VIX'
to be so giving of your compassion.
Thank you for your perspective.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 16, 2007 3:55:33 GMT -6
Hauntingly beautiful, bravo!
respect,
Soul
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Post by nimbusGLOW on May 18, 2007 18:36:39 GMT -6
PAST INTO FUTURE
memory~cloak
images
blanketed
under
clouds
of
Time
...
remembrance~veil
visions
shrouded
within
mists
of
Dream
...
previous
occurrences
fade
to
thus
blend
within
present
experience
so to at last
merge
past into future
...
..
.
.
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 19, 2007 16:22:04 GMT -6
Aew defined...lovely Sir...
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Post by nimbusGLOW on May 23, 2007 18:14:35 GMT -6
And thank you
for your ever-loving
awe & wonder
...
My friend Mish
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 24, 2007 12:12:00 GMT -6
Geeze...didnt even see the mistake till now...aew is awe...at least my friend you knew what I was trying to say...your friend Mish...is outta here...giggle lol...
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Post by nimbusGLOW on May 26, 2007 14:00:53 GMT -6
;D
heh heh
that mistake
of miss-spelling
also slipped by me
oh well
such is life
and its pure joy
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 26, 2007 19:18:34 GMT -6
you are a lovely being Lord Nims...lovely...
wistfuldragonturnedmushymessisroundingthebendtoyetanothermushyfit...lol...
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Post by nimbusGLOW on May 27, 2007 23:40:27 GMT -6
aye me sweet bit o' heaven
to ye wistful-wishful-witful-fitful-mistful-rightful-soulful-wonderful lass
...
I bid ye m' thanks
and m' honors for thee
with m' best wishes to ye
and yer wee loved ones
...
now 'tis off with me
to slay yon dragon with m' pranks and jokes
(dragons are no match at'all
for a wee spot o' laughter...it puts out theer flamin' breath)
...
'NIM'-ooh-eee-ooh-ahh-ahh-ping-tang-pala-wala-bing-bang-'NIM'
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Post by cousin Itt on Jun 2, 2007 11:05:03 GMT -6
i absolutely must have a copy of that first poem.
Jeff, it brings back all the reminders of when we lost
Aunt 'El' and Uncle 'Jimminy'. you must still really miss
your parents. I know i do.
say by the way, 'Cuz', why do you not talk about Ingra?
or even mention that she had been writing in this site?
let it out, my dear. then let it go. don't keep it all bottled up
inside you.
anyway, your poetry is really different and good.
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Post by cousin Itt on Jun 2, 2007 11:14:02 GMT -6
hey Jeff, i can see you remember your
Alvin & The Chipmunks' songs from our
childhood days. you chose my favorite
one up above; the witch-doctor song.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 2, 2007 13:52:16 GMT -6
Lovely Nims...just lovely...you are awesome pawsome...lol
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Post by anirbas on Jun 3, 2007 10:49:19 GMT -6
PAST INTO FUTURE
memory~cloak
images
blanketed
under
clouds
of
Time
...
remembrance~veil
visions
shrouded
within
mists
of
Dream
...
previous
occurrences
fade
to
thus
blend
within
present
experience
so to at last
merge
past into future
...
..
.
~Nims.
~*~
this piece resonated, reverberated through my spirit, mi amigo...
Itt, enjoyed reading of the shared remembrances of our auld Nims as a child...tell us more...LOL...I do hope you've been enjoying your visit with us, and feel free to stop by and read and comment even when you aren't at Jeff's house... Nir.
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Jun 4, 2007 18:40:29 GMT -6
Sabrina
...
You always leave the nicest replies
for which I truly thank you
...
you and 'wistful~poet'
both are so kind to me
...
my cousin Elise and her loved-one
will be back here in a few days for more visits
...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 4, 2007 19:18:42 GMT -6
Nice that they could visit...real nice that they are coming back...and we are merely truthful... |
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