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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Sept 2, 2006 12:18:36 GMT -6
and I kiss the sky,
with my blue imagination
and part the clouds
to bring in the light
like a wreath of glow
I weave as my clothing...
wake me up from this hibernation
from the sleeping living...
I am myself for simplicity
that the darkness has no
foundation within me,
carry that life into me,
and not forget me,as by myself
do say I've touched,
past what is known as my heart
kiss the blue sky
with swollen red lips
full of blood and pulse...
light headed and joyful if I plunge
deep into the earth my urge
of bliss twofold, one fold
I find returning the clouds
in some laiden high, I float amongst
the wisps of the moments
I have built greater castles in
the monument of the rainbow's length
and the sand castles standing
against a constant ocean's current,
I become the foam, floating over the waves,
unconsumed but moved by them sometimes....
raging burns and pangs of need give my teeth
a reason to tear into the flesh that fills
my needs and stores my blood anew,
I have time for the rain, to know it is part
of what makes things grow...
when things grow..
as things rise,
I bow my head and I kiss the sky so wildly...
deeply deliciously stirred in some glass
of blissful madness, all the while laughing
like some jester always pointing
at his butt, and making sounds so fowl,
I am like the chihuahua feeling like a wolf,
when I have to growl, I am the great bull,
tenderly pulling a flower
to savor its taste.....
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Post by anirbas on Sept 2, 2006 12:24:10 GMT -6
Hot drat! Slammed to the wall, a third time, in here today! Yes, the reading gods love me, today!!!!!!!!!!!! Wallbanger of a smoking poem, LW! Nice to see you running with the pack, whether as a chihuahua or as a wolf.  |
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Sept 2, 2006 12:40:53 GMT -6
hey Nir!!! hope all is well...you guys!!! thank you for the props..I have gotta run right now...been a rather fun time for the tired wallet and its recipients as of late...I am not the so good Mother Goose counterpart to my Father Goose...we be trying though...sorry I have been somewhat absent..it is not by intention whatsoever...got my hands full at present...
this was an oasis for me today and even what you might call a "soul bandaid"..you all have made today brighter...that is why I love this board...it is constructed out of good fairy and elven dust and boards...my plywood kite required 80 mph plus winds and the wearing of a viking helmet...while holding a solid steel rod...possibly painted blue in the heart of a hurricane...yes, I want to be on the news for doing this..someday, if I survive, I will show my grandkids proof that I am functionally crazy! hee hee...please, no one call the dudes in the white suits on me now..
johnm
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Post by shell on Sept 6, 2006 6:43:38 GMT -6
The way this poem slides and shapeshifts, the flow of connection ... for essence is formless and therefore form-full at will ... magical writing! *deep drifting sigh*
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Post by Bronwyn on Sept 6, 2006 10:05:08 GMT -6
I liked reading your poem, John. Nobody writes like you. Very good reading here. |
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Post by Sam on Sept 6, 2006 12:31:39 GMT -6
Hey John!! Very good free feeling poetry!! I had a mental picture going on there!! Sam  |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 7, 2006 20:10:13 GMT -6
Glad you being amongst us, felt like a soulbandaid, LW... I think that's the ambience, being striven for here...An oasis... A quiet place where serious poets can reflect, poem, and rub shoulders with one another. It's a convention of creativity and general good will. And man, I've just been blown away, watching the poetical eagles land one by one, the past couple of weeks! I'm very proud of this place himself has worked so hard to build. Equally proud of the poets whom have dared to appear and then dared to share offerings. The poets and the poetry, have made this place, the soulbandaid, as you called it, John... Sounds like you had a blast with the old plywood boxkite...It lifted off, at 80 mph? And you were still on the ground? LOL... Visit when you can, and poem at whim and will and as inspired, John. Sounds like we all look forward to reading more... Nice crowd here, no hecklers...LOL...Shutting up... Hang in there, Father Goose... [Yes, gang, I'm effusing and raving about ALL of you! Impressed I am and have been!] Nir. |
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Sept 8, 2006 16:45:08 GMT -6
you are a nurturer!..thanks...
soulbandaids being put on actually...
some really good stuff here...
all my blogs are eliminated, I have a strict goal to get three books finished and not lally gagging anymore...this is my only real oasis for expression...I may not get to it as often as I would like as of late...but thank you David, Nir and everyone here for the encouragement and the contributions to the sea of thought I get to roll my pants legs up and wade through, sunshine and rain...
no, I was saddened that the plywood boxkite didn't make it and to top it off, Florence was also a let down...but there is still hope...
once I have a good life insurance policy, going to try to surf on a two foot board during a good hurry cane...sometimes I believe those subliminal cockroaches in Berke Breathed's "Outland" and Opus cartoons are all ganging up on me while I sleep and whispering the craziest shit in my ear....gotta love those dudes...
john moseley
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Post by anirbas on Sept 12, 2006 8:15:59 GMT -6
swat those bastardized cockroaches outta your head, man...With a heavy heeled boot...Serves two purposes...Squashes 'em and knocks you back out at the same time... right now, i feel like i'm caught in the middle of a tornado...whirling in circles, getting nowhere fast, faster and fastest...LOL...So, you're in good company...Nir. |
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Post by glenn on Sept 12, 2006 17:54:16 GMT -6
mmm, lots of us caught up in that wind
fun poem to read, John
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Post by dawness on Oct 18, 2006 4:29:33 GMT -6
geez, i overlooked this thread, and i guess it was meant to be ; till now. i needed this flow of an airy trance. so fluid, so bouyant.... i am nourished; thanks for the gem, longs!
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Post by anirbas on Jun 10, 2014 15:12:04 GMT -6
Bumping on a Tuesday afternoon...I guess you could say, I just love reading poetry on this site...My herd...Talkin about my herd, my herd...Bumping on a Tuesday afternoon...gigglegiggle
Look what I found, Jams!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by phantasm on Jun 13, 2014 22:17:20 GMT -6
yeah, not a bad one.
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Post by anirbas on Jun 16, 2014 22:13:05 GMT -6
If we could get him to quit chasing babes in Fbook Land, he might land amongst us...LoL...Oh, Facebook killed the poetry forums...(sung to video killed the radio) Now, everyone just flies solo these days...hahahahaha
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