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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Dream sequence #6 Morning dew, the pale light of dawn. An early bird announcing a beautiful day. This is how it all started, peaceful... A breeze of love coming my way, and the day became brighter. The sun is shining down on me while I'm wishing this moment would last forever... No more worries to survive. Then a cloud passed by but it seemed to dissapear. And by the time the sky was clear, I realized sunset was near. All the flowers were folding their leaves. On this day in my life, I need no place to hide... Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
The Season for Asters On purple, then white, a bee alights. She casts her shape -- a perfect form. On imploring petals, her touch is light. The gold she takes -- fulfills their goal. An exquisite scene, for no other purpose. And yet, a joy is found -- perception of the wordly. The bee will give her last -- her memory will remain. * * * j. r. martin 17 September 2012 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Thank you, Julie. |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"All Them" all them wanna be lords and ladies drive all the peasants home to crazy everyday everyday wear a funny hat your way tip your hat to yesterday sing a song sing a song and the place you are is the place you are but you won't always be when the move along time comes you will dance along with destiny all them wanna be rich and famous sending the rest to see Uranus everyday everyday talk to fishies in the sea grab your raft and chat for fee sing along sing along and the place you are is the place you are but you won't always be when the move along time comes you will dance along with destiny it don't have to make no sense where you came is where you went time to hit the road again you'll see you'll see and the place you are is the place you are but you won't always be when the move along time comes you will dance along with destiny (2012 db michel) (Enjoying the poems of Julie and Jim...Keep the good words flowing) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Mike Send message Joined: 17 Feb 01 Posts: 34258 Credit: 79,922,639 RAC: 80 |
I love it Dan. With each crime and every kindness we birth our future. |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row. That marks our place; and in the sky the larks are bravely singing, fly. Scarcely heared amid the guns below. We were the dead, short while ago. We lived, fell down, saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; to you, from failing hands we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high if you break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders Fields. rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Julie -- Let me send you a private message? jim |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Never mind, Julie. Will send mess.; I found your I.D. :o) jim |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Green fields Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies, with white clouds, high above. Once they were part of an everlasting love. We were the lovers who strolled through green fields. Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun. Gone from the valleys, where rivers used to run. Gone with the cold wind, that swept into my heart. Gone with the lovers, who let their dreams depart. Where are the green fields, that we used to roam? I'll never know what made you run away. How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day? I only know there's nothing here for me. Nothing in this wide world left for me to see. Still I'll keep walking until you return. I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn. You can't be happy while your heart is on the roam. You can't be happy until you go back home. Home, to the green fields, and me, once again. rOZZ Music Pictures |
tullio Send message Joined: 9 Apr 04 Posts: 8797 Credit: 2,930,782 RAC: 1 |
These are the words of a song I used to play from a Jukebox in Misurina, Dolomiti, around 1959/60. I still remember the music. Tullio |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Is there a heaven? I look to the stars. I look to the moon. I want to go away for a while, and I want it soon. Looking up to the sky, thinking of a place to hide. Is there a place above? The place that I dream about in the night? Is there a heaven? Is it there, in the sky? Still, I don't get an answer, oh please, tell me why? Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Innocent people In every war, innocent people die. How did we let it come this far? Where is the love, the humanity? The world has had enough. I think we have forgotten how it once was, and that makes me sad. Sad to see the world in this state. Dreams being given up because people lost their faith. Innocent people die. Innocent people get hurt. And all I'm asking is why? Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
I will trust You, Lord I will trust You, Lord when I want to shout it out. I will trust You, Lord when I want to cry out loud. I will trust You, Lord when I want to run away. I will trust You, Lord when I don't want to stay. I will trust You, Lord when I feel alone. I will trust You, Lord when I am on my own. I will trust You, Lord, there where a little girl cries in me. I will trust You, Lord when that little girl wants to go out free. I will trust You, Lord, there where You are inside of me. Julie Detavernier(2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Dancing in the dark Dancing in the dark, while the world is dying. The sky is crashing down, still we keep on dancing. People drown in the tears of the clouds. The sea becomes dry by the flames of the sun. When the sun dissapears and the tears of the clouds drown the world completely, we'll keep on dancing. Because we don't bother anymore. And even in death, we'll keep on dancing. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
The Blue House It is a night of radiant sun. I stand in the dense forest and look away to- ward my house with its haze-blue walls. As if I had just died and was see- ing the house from a new angle. It has stood for more than eighty summers. Its wood is impregnated with four times joy and three times sorrow. When someone who lived in the house dies, it is repainted. The dead person himself is painting, with- out a brush, from inside. Beyond the houses, open ground. Once a garden, now grown over. Sta- tionary breakers of weed, pagodas of weed, welling text, Upanishads of weed, a viking fleet of weed, dragon heads, lances, a weed empire! Across the overgrown garden flutters the shadow of a boomerrang that is thrown again and again. It has something to do with a person who lived in the house long before my time. Almost a child. An impulse comes from him, a thought, a thought like an act of will: "make. . .draw..." To reach out of his fate. The house is like a child's drawing. A deputizing childishness that grew because someone--much too soon--gave up his mission to be a child. Open the door, step in! In here there's unrest in the ceiling and peace in the walls. Above the bed hangs a painting of a ship with seventeen sails, hissing wave crests, and a wind that the gilt frame can't contain. It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them want to become real. A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night hori- zon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quite an- other route. While the sun blazes behind the islands. by Tomas Tranströmer, The Great Inigma * jm |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
In mind a fable Like the wind blows, I hear her heartbeat. Like the rain falls, she is so sweet. Like a flower opens, her mind is sealed. Like a tree without leaves, her thoughts revealed. Like a rose with thorns, she chooses her words. Like people in a madhouse, no understanding makes us nerds. Like the sun is shining, her face smiles. Like the moon is glowing, she has many styles. Like a fish in the water, she feels great. Like a bird in the sky, she's keeping faith. Like a ship that floats, fragile but stable. Like a cloud that's drifting, in mind a fable. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Duct Tape One day, when hunting, I did see a pond with ducks, with eyes on me. They knew that I sans dog, or boat, could never alter quacks of gloat. Their raucous quacks from jokes, they told, gave inspiration, for me, bold. From pocket, drawn, a roll of tape -- stretched 'cross some trees at end of lake. With sticky side that faced their way -- I clapped my hands and shouted, "Hey!" And, up they flew, quite rid of me. . . until they met my taped-up trees. "I'll teach you ducks to laugh, at me! I'll tape your bills; the laugh's on me!" But, sadly, though, I let them go. As Julie said, ". . . with duct tape, no!" * * * j. r. martin 27 September 2012 * ref. Julie mess. 1287147, "Don't Post in my Thread Thread", Monday. |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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