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Message 1284881 - Posted: 17 Sep 2012, 17:53:27 UTC

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...


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Message 1285033 - Posted: 18 Sep 2012, 3:16:21 UTC

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.

* * *

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Message 1285103 - Posted: 18 Sep 2012, 10:26:07 UTC

Beautiful poem Jim:)
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Message 1285142 - Posted: 18 Sep 2012, 13:38:41 UTC - in response to Message 1285103.  

Thank you, Julie.
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Message 1285174 - Posted: 18 Sep 2012, 15:25:06 UTC

"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)

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Message 1285194 - Posted: 18 Sep 2012, 16:13:27 UTC

I love it Dan.



With each crime and every kindness we birth our future.
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Message 1285568 - Posted: 19 Sep 2012, 17:45:42 UTC
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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.
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Message 1285629 - Posted: 19 Sep 2012, 20:25:18 UTC - in response to Message 1285568.  
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Julie -- Let me send you a private message?

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Message 1285635 - Posted: 19 Sep 2012, 20:32:52 UTC - in response to Message 1285629.  

Never mind, Julie. Will send mess.; I found your I.D. :o)

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Message 1285787 - Posted: 20 Sep 2012, 10:55:01 UTC
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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.
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Message 1285844 - Posted: 20 Sep 2012, 15:57:17 UTC - in response to Message 1285787.  

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.
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Message 1285933 - Posted: 20 Sep 2012, 17:52:53 UTC

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?


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Message 1286368 - Posted: 21 Sep 2012, 17:56:08 UTC

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?


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Message 1286737 - Posted: 22 Sep 2012, 17:57:56 UTC

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.


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Message 1287449 - Posted: 24 Sep 2012, 17:47:15 UTC

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.


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Message 1288145 - Posted: 26 Sep 2012, 17:42:51 UTC

If there's a heaven


If there's a heaven,
why can't I see it?

If there's a heaven,
why can't I believe it?

If there's a heaven,
let me see it.

'Cause when I die,
I want to go to that heaven.


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Message 1288245 - Posted: 26 Sep 2012, 23:39:18 UTC
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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

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Message 1288510 - Posted: 27 Sep 2012, 17:49:32 UTC

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.


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Message 1288627 - Posted: 28 Sep 2012, 0:58:39 UTC

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

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ref. Julie mess. 1287147,
"Don't Post in my Thread Thread",
Monday.
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Message 1288754 - Posted: 28 Sep 2012, 10:39:42 UTC

Good one, Jim:)
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