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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Sisters There is much to be said about sisters. Richness of living. Measures of giving to each other, as sisters. My face in the mirror, on their eyes, reflecting. Everything falls back in place. I've got all my sisters around me. No hiding, nor colliding. With love to my sisters. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
The Wheel (Wendell Berry, 1934-) At the first strokes of the fiddle bow the dancers rise from their seats. The dance begins to shape itself in the crowd, as couples join, and couples join couples, their movement together lightening their feet. They move in the ancient circle of the dance. The dance and the song call each other into being. Soon they are one--rapt in a single rapture, so that even the night has its clarity, and time is the wheel that brings it round. In this rapture the dead return. Sorrow is gone from them. They are light. They step into the steps of the living and turn with them in the dance in the sweet enclosure of the song, and timeless is the wheel that brings it round. from "The Discovery of Poetry", by Frances Mayes |
kittyman Send message Joined: 9 Jul 00 Posts: 51468 Credit: 1,018,363,574 RAC: 1,004 |
He Dances with Kitties He dances with kitties, to where he doth not know. But where the kitties lead, this man he shall go. They sometimes run off, as kitties will do. And then this man, he who dances with kitties, soon shall be running off too. They take him away from this world and it's strife. It's troubles they all go away. When the man, he who dances with kitties, let's his felines direct him on the way. So there now you have it, a story so grand and so true. And some day, perhaps you shall be dancing and laughing..... Dancing with kitties too. msattler 12/7/12 "Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Kindly permit a more personal poem from a stoic, of sorts. :o) Polyphony A wave crests, breaks, and rushes across the sand -- and, does it again, and, again. And, so does my life -- it crests, breaks, and rushes across the sands of the years -- again, and again. What is added? For every year, a voice is added to my life's musical score. A polyphony of voices, striving to achieve a Renaissance of beauty. But, not quite able to reach the height -- to wipe the shore clean. Waves of polyphony. Resonances of today, of yesterday, intimations of tomorrow. * * * j. r. martin 8 Dec. 2012 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
The Fool, The Emperor These days we've got sciences that describe our narrow mindedness Yet we're quite occupied, while chaotic crystals make my head ignite. Holding the molten gold of the sun, enjoying it slipping through my fingers, futile to try holding infinity. Only the mystery can and thus it carries me Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Demon He walks into a playground, a demon diguised as man. His face is blank, his feelings numb. He knows how this will end. He doesn't use candy, nor toys or pain. He uses their gullibility, just to win his game. He follows them on the street, yearning, full of lust. Should we tell little children it's not ok to trust? Julie Detavernier(2012) Wrote it after a nightmare I had... rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
About existence If you question your existence. If you really have no clue what you're doing in this world, not knowing if they really need you. If you need an explanation. If you need a reason why. Go and search your destination. Go and search yourself, please try. If you think you're not able. If you think you might be wrong. Take the chance to do so, take the chance to be strong. If you succeed in giving meaning, if you succeed to make things work, it will bring you satisfaction, it will bring you back on earth. Julie Detavernier (2012) For a friend... rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Puns Some, pun on verbs. Some, pun on nouns. Some, drop their H's, to give different sounds. Some, frequent pubs, and order their ale. Others, at sports-bars, are found, without fail. Goals are the same, for those seeking sport: "Double them over, don't let them retort! Cracking a pun, is jolly-good sport." * * * j. r. martin 17 December 2012 * Ref. "Puns O Fun 24", James Sotherden, for inspiration for this poem. |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Ice cold Whisky Summer was the season when he took the ride. Women were the reason, whisky was the slide. Living for the action, till it took him down. Crawled into his bottle and let us watch him drown. Sometimes in the evening, before the moon goes down, before the dark is leaving, I see him hanging round. So I watch the shadows and I stop and think until he wades into the shallows and gets himself another drink. Certain things we can't explain, we all have our attraction and then the man became insane, whisky was his crime of passion. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Hopefully, this is a first-time submission: Veritas Do you know how people die, When they have lost a precious soul? Do you see the rainbow's end, midst distant hills and darkened sky? Do you hear the sparrow's song, And wish your life had not gone wrong? Have you ever wished for sleep, amidst the rushing winds, at night? Pots of gold, at rainbow's end are unattainable for men. Sparrows' songs sung cheerfully, are based not on eternity. Yet, they sound of hope, at last, when sleep does come . . . we breath our last. * * * j. r. martin 14 December 2006 |
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 |
Thanks, friend. :o) |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
When it rains When it rains like this, I start to think through, how life would be if you were here too. When it rains like this, and I hear the thunder, are you ever here with me? It just makes me wonder... Then a rainbow appears, breaking through the rain. And I realize that Life is worth the pain. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
A Bouquet of Rememberances I cannot tell you how it feels to gather flowers from a field, Arranging them quite lovingly -- Each one, a person, who's love me. Each one, unique, with destiny now realized; it's up to me to hope a loved one is of mnd to add my blossom, when it's time. I hope it gives as much delight as my arrangement pleased my sight. Each gave me reason to believe that unity was destiny. A myriad of destinies -- of life, and death, eternity. * * * j. r. martin 12 January 2005 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
A day of Joy When your day is full of joy and your happiness is found, when a sunbeam warms your heart and your friends are all around. Please extend that warming beam, share the warmth, pass it through. Make a heart glow that is near, it completes happiness for you. Julie Detavernier (2012) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
One way to try to peer into the New Year . . . (Happy New Year, by the way.) Fortune Told I spun a coin on table-top -- Impulsive plan, to view my lot. A blur of metaphors was seen -- a strobe-light image, on a screen. The Future, Past, both laughed at me -- a whirling dervish symphony. Dispair was mine, to take a chance on spinning coin, inducing trance. Euphoria took hold, of me -- and, tempted with predestiny. But, images returned to haunt, or other journeyed landscapes, gaunt. To my dismay, awaiting pledge, Its final stop, was on its edge. * * * j. r. martin 30 Dec. 2012 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Telling tales with noname I was told a little tale that's locked inside my head but don't forget to knock or ring the bell instead. A tiny little creature came out with an old piece of parchment. It asked me what I pleased, I wasn't sure what it meant. I would like to know the future, I told the tiny little thing. Unknowing as it was, it announced itself as a king. Then it's brother came along and stood by its side. I already know the future, it said, loud and with pride. A third one came along and asked about the tale. It was the creature's task and so it will not fail. Everyone gathered around, a few minutes well spent. Not a word and not a sound until the very end. Julie Detavernier (2012) (Happy New Year, Jim:) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
A Most Beautiful House Weathered wood, white paint peeling -- no two windows the same size. Children gone, to live their own lives; parents gone -- to live their's. The lawn -- a lush study in native perennials of varying shapes and colors; birds and insects gladly inhabited it. "We won", the rabbits might have said. The garden had gracefully reverted to nature's offerings -- reflecting, still, the previous caretaker's tender, loving care. Dust and old dog-hairs carpeted the wooded floors and rugs. Plants long dried, as if for Autumn bouquets. A perfect solitude pervaded the interior -- if only there were inhabitants to startle it awake. It was not to be so. The tears shed were not enough to wash away the sadnesses within its walls; but, faint echoes could be heard. . . Melodies created by violin, cello, clarinet . . . "Hot chocolate!", after a day's cross-country skiing expedition . . . Chopping of vegetables, in the kitchen . . . sawing of wood, from the basement workshop . . . "Trick or Treat!", from the front door . . . Guests' chatter, during Thanksgiving dinner preparations . . . Christmas carols and masses from the family room . . . "We'll never get this gear into the car!" . . . a lament never realized, before every camping trip. But, then -- The silences . . . missed opportunities, when solutions to growing family estrangement, could occur. Brief, but increasingly prophetic premonitions of absolute tragedy -- easily dozed through, during evening family-room times. Children asleep, unaware of the coming final tearing of the family fabric -- blissful, innocent sleep. Helplessness -- as on a raft heading toward a waterfall. Predestination is an incomprehensible word. * * * j. r. martin 26 September 2011 |
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 |
. . . Certainly (for starters), with music and poetry, Julie! |
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