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Message 1338192 - Posted: 14 Feb 2013, 19:50:44 UTC

Four Seasons


I am born.
I am now a sprout.
Once i was a seed,
underneath the ground.
my father gave me rain,
my mother gave me sunlight.
As i become older & older,
i'll reach a certain height.
Suddenly the rain stops pouring,
the sun is shining bright.
I must hope i won't get squashed,
by all the kids playing outside.
The weather is very dry,
and so are my leaves.
Humans are taking my flowers,
those irritating thieves.
As i absorb the rain,
my leaves fall down.
if i'm not careful enough,
i might just drown.
My branches feel strange,
now that they are naked.
I don't like this weather,
in fact, i hate it.
Snow is falling down,
and people are playing outside.
At least they have a shelter,
i don't have a place to hide.
I envy and love them at the same time,
you see
cause at the end of the day,
they're people and i'm just a tree


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Message 1338414 - Posted: 15 Feb 2013, 9:40:54 UTC

My kitty came and asked of me.....
Are you being all that you can be?
And this question my kitty asked of me
both amazed and then also startled me.

Kitty, how can you ask me so,
when you sleep more hours that the day doth know
and then come and kiss me on the ear and
ask such questions I never hear?

Kitty says, not sleeping do I do,
nor random thoughts I ask of you.
I wish to know, in your sad state,
have you kitty thoughts?
Or, must I wait.

I pondered for a bit and said....
Kitty, dear, I've often said.

My dreams with you every night I share.
I know nobody most times cares.
But I know that you do when I sleep.
And that my soul does love you deep.

Sleep sound, my kitty, I shall be here
until the day my Lord, so dear
sounds his trumpet and we, kitties and more
go to find a more peaceful shore.

So to answer kitty's questions again.
I petted her to sleep, both her's and mine,
and with one last sigh from with within my chest,
Went to sleep with my kitties.
They are the best.
"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

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Message 1339506 - Posted: 20 Feb 2013, 1:52:11 UTC

A haiku: (translation by R. H. Blyth)


The silence!

The voice of the cicada

Penetrates the rocks. --Basho


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from "The Discovery of Poetry,
by Frances Mayes.

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Message 1340075 - Posted: 22 Feb 2013, 2:54:13 UTC

The Dance


Silence, soft silence.
Not a whisper of melody
Nobody wanted to be first
on the dance floor.

I did not understand.
My partner looked at me
with eyes that penetrated
to my soul.

Why did everyone remain seated?
Would music be heard
when couples came forward?
But, where was the orchestra?

It was as if the entire world was in waitful suspension.
I extended my hand, to my partner --
and, the music began.

* * *

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Message 1340357 - Posted: 22 Feb 2013, 19:19:41 UTC

It seems to some, who I know quite dear........
Some bridges I have to clear.
The jump, so big for me to make, is something I must undertake.


Bridge jump, let's make it quite clear, is not something you should take as daring.
If I do it, it with be clarifying.......what and who, and whether and wherefore..
If I do, the kittyman shall vanish forever and therefor........

So, I struggle and all that whatnot.
You wanna punish me?
Give it your best shot.

I can handle all the worst that live has traded.
All the best and all of it's shadings.

See my next poem in the next hours or next days......dunno.
"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

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Message 1340921 - Posted: 26 Feb 2013, 1:20:57 UTC

A Warm Transition


All the world's electronics flamed.
The cause remained unknown.

Once again,
the fireplace became a welcome gathering-place.

* * *

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Message 1341735 - Posted: 28 Feb 2013, 19:48:10 UTC

Is it because they won't
understand
a word of what we say
that thousands of people had to
pay
what has become of the word
humanity
or is the meaning already lost and
gone
in some other crazy reality?


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Message 1341766 - Posted: 28 Feb 2013, 21:33:55 UTC

This one is for those who have mastered/are in the process of mastering
a musical instrument (I know of at least one; ahem.)


Outside, of the Box


Before exiting the box,
mastery of its contents
was necessary.

The desired departure
involved learning of
engrossing, yet complex rules.

Complete comprehension
enabled the ability, as it were,
to both chew gum and walk on water.

However, with new vistas exposed,
there followed new boxes and rules.

Forevermor complex.
Forevermore simplified.
Forevermore beautiful

* * *

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Message 1342186 - Posted: 1 Mar 2013, 20:04:14 UTC
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Newtown


An American boy, alienated from his surroundings
His mind troubled and filled with images of destruction
A young men, in his not recognized crises
Writing black history with the blood of innocent children

In a society where dead goes over the counter as a basic right
for those who want to have it available, for self defense
Where the importance of economics has such a high priority,
that security of the individual is suffocating

Where the constitution provides an excuse to expose citizens to danger
Where some will never be able to live their American dream,
but are forced to play a role in an American nightmare,
leaving their loved ones behind in tears and despair

Is growing up in a society with so many weapons still a necessary standard?
Does it really contribute to safety and protection, as meant to be?
Or is this right degenerated into a constitutional anchored
example of democratic imperfection.....?


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Message 1343181 - Posted: 5 Mar 2013, 5:43:45 UTC

To help prepare us for Spring . . .


A Harvest of Pollen


Now! With excited urgency,
the worker bees availed themselves
of the warmer air, outside the hive.

Squadrons droned off in all directions.
Meadows, blanketed with the Spring's offerings,
awaited the fortunate ones.

Arachnid webs, spun with captivating care,
awaited their share of the harvest.
Beads of sunlight reflected off both silk and cuticle.

A higher-pitched, angry, almost-vocalized alarm,
reverberated from one hapless victim;
the motions of her efforts were blended with the sure, slower swaying of the snare.

A life-exchange --
one, swaddled in a blanket of white,
and pieced through with a numbing irreversibility.

The beginning of many lives, never-the-less,
was sustained by the numberless visits
to the awaiting, enticing colors and fragrances.

Delicious experiences with each floral visit --
with generous coatings of gold,
identifying the more successful.

Each bee's return to her waxy home
was finalized with the instinctive,
meticulous, cleansing combing of the day's harvest --

A large, collective effort, dearly-won.


* * *

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Message 1343547 - Posted: 6 Mar 2013, 19:33:25 UTC

Poem written in the heart


A note reminds us what we should do
and we certainly can not forget

a paper lets us draw,
it lets us write
and makes the owner proud of it

but throw it all away ...
and there is nothing left

but a poem in the heart
remains forever


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Message 1343619 - Posted: 7 Mar 2013, 2:44:31 UTC

American Haiku


Tail-gate party,
on Highway 128.

Car pile-up.


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Message 1343865 - Posted: 7 Mar 2013, 22:26:49 UTC

One explanation, one comment:

1) The person, featured, is the collective representation
of the creators of automation technology.

2) It is hoped that the future will not be this bleak; however,
history has a tendency to repeat itself. . .

(Comments, if any, might have to be submitted in the "Politics"
thread?)

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For the Common Good


Before the hood
enclosed his head,

Before the serfs
gave their reply,

Before he plunged
below their eyes,

Before his final act
was done,

He bid farewell
to everyone:

"Mistakes, I made,
for common good --

I gladly go,
to common bed."


* * *

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Message 1345502 - Posted: 11 Mar 2013, 19:51:05 UTC
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A wish called peace


when I look above
and see the beautiful stars
I ask myself
why are there so many wars

why do we kill each other
and not live in harmony
grab each other's hand
that would be nice to see

when I look at the stars
I also feel mother earths pain
we destroy all the beautiful things
she gives us every day

when I look at the stars
then I make a wish
and that will be,
this

enough food and water
for those who have nothing to spend
no difference between rich and poor
and no, not everyone needs to be your friend
but, let's all walk through the same door

a door which also leads to
freedom for every one
that wars and hate
are completely gone
that oceans are clean again
the same rights
for every men
affordable and good medicine
against deadly disease
but the most of all
we all can and should live in peace


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Message 1346987 - Posted: 15 Mar 2013, 19:51:36 UTC

In Between Days

Tell me ... What did you do on Monday?
Who'd you see on Wednesday
And who was with you on Friday?

Yesterday is history
And tomorrow is a mystery
But the memories you make today
Eventually will fade away

Isn't that strange?
The days are the same
But the memories will be replaced

That's because most of them aren't relevant to your story
That's why we have a selective memory
The reason that today eventually fades away ...
In between days


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Message 1348218 - Posted: 18 Mar 2013, 19:48:34 UTC

A future

If you wonder
why you exist
if you think
you won't be missed

if your head is
spinning around
if your happiness
cannot be found

if you're too tired
for another fight
If you could use
a guiding light

then please, believe
because it's true
there is a future
and it's right ahead of you


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Message 1348341 - Posted: 19 Mar 2013, 3:10:07 UTC
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Vacation - Urlaub


With pedal, to the floor --
on autobahn, I soar.
Kein blau-licht, hinter mir.
On Urlaub -- kindern cheer!

With worries, left behind,
to Mozart's music, find.
In Salzburg's alte stadt,
the sweet air, keenly-sought.

Die kuchen schmecht, sehr gut --
with hard-won Euros, bought.
Die kindern were sehr-stuffed.
Bei mir, der Wein, enough.

From down the narrow street --
die enge strasse, sweet --
eine schöne melodie,
from Mozart, and, for free.

Aus nearby kirche, born,
like clothing, to be worn.
Surrounding us when there,
we bore to northern air --

Vacation clothes,
for rest of year.

* * *

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Message 1348855 - Posted: 20 Mar 2013, 20:05:43 UTC

A little journey

I look at the clouds
and see the heavens above
rain falls down on me
there flies my one true love

And even though he's so far away
I feel his heartbeat next to mine
his skin so soft and warm
that gives me a feeling oh so fine

Only true love can answer all questions
questions about feelings and emotions
the answer isn't always truthful
but full of passion and devotion.

My love is almost home
I'll hear him today,maybe tomorrow,
but my heart starts beating faster,
I can see his reflection in my window

Until the end of times,
I'll hear his soft whispers in my head
"I'll be home soon my love"
that is truly what he said.


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Message 1350241 - Posted: 24 Mar 2013, 19:02:39 UTC

Dream The Moment



Happiness is never too far away
Its always there to embrace
Its always a friend when you believe
But don't put it on sale
It just won't stay,
If your creed gets in the way

Live in the moment
And live the lessons you've learned

Yesterday's gone
Tomorrow's attitude,
Is ready to be born

So dream the moment
And count your blessings,
Before the dream gets burned

The world is a stage for us to play
Its always there each and everyday
Play your part but don't be naive
Don't believe in fairytales
They just wont last,
If you don't appreciate what you have

So live in the moment
And live the lessons you've learned

Tomorrow's dream
Yesterday's ingratitude,
Is ready to make a scene

So dream the moment
And count your blessings,
On every page that gets turned


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Message 1351129 - Posted: 27 Mar 2013, 11:58:22 UTC





"By Any Old Light"

caught myself lookin' again
like i sometimes do
out the window at the bank parking lot
i look a little farther then i see
the light of the moon
shinin' on me

(CHORUS)
and this intergalactic traveler
is stuck on the ground
the sound of the Earth
is a deafening sound
lookin' at the moon
from way below
tends to bring me down

i've been stuck on this lonely rock
for years without end
i look at the space and then i see my face
i look a little father then i see
the lights of my home
shinin' on me

and this intergalactic traveler
is stuck on the ground
the sound of the Earth
is a deafening sound
lookin' at the moon
from way below
tends to bring me down

(BRIDGE)
these people down here
are out for blood
they tell each other what to do
they don't know how blind they seem
by any old light
or the light of the moon

and this intergalactic traveler
is stuck on the ground
the sound of the Earth
is a deafening sound
lookin' at the moon
from way below
tends to bring me down

(2013 db michel)


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