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Message 1336500 - Posted: 10 Feb 2013, 3:15:51 UTC
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Perchance, a cheery poem on cold, winter's day . . .


Winter

(William Shakespeare, 1564-1616)


When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
"To-who!
Tu-whit, tu-who!" a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel* the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
"To-who!
Tu-whit, tu-who!" a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


*keel: to cool by stirring.


from "The Discovery of Poeetry",
by Frances Mayes.
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Message 1337139 - Posted: 11 Feb 2013, 19:15:25 UTC

Song for the road


Last one standing, keep moving on until forever ends.
Into oblivion, knowing the black and white will blend.
Never ending road, I walk alone.
Never ending road, will you take me home?
Forward we march with heads held high.
Under wavering clouds, darkening sky.
We won’t back off, we won’t give in.
Keep up hope, keep up that chin.
We walk through the night.
We push through the rubble.
We follow the spark of light.
Try winning the struggle.
Rise again, we will not bend.
Rise again, keep up the endeavor.
Rise together, and we’ll make a stand.
Rise against, we’ll go forever.


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Message 1337319 - Posted: 12 Feb 2013, 4:47:27 UTC

As We Wait


I ponder, on occasion,
as to what sort of intelligent life
we shall, ultimately, discover
in our galaxy --

if not, in the universe.

Will it possess "free will"?
Will it have addressed the concept
of one, or more,
creators of the universe?

What might its attitude towards the Earth's
variety of peoples, and cultures, be?
Will its degree of social and technological evolution
be welcome?

Why should I ponder such issues?
Why should anyone ponder such issues?
The answer seems obvious.

To survive.

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11 February 2013

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Message 1337395 - Posted: 12 Feb 2013, 10:19:34 UTC

Nice one, Jim :)
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Message 1337419 - Posted: 12 Feb 2013, 11:36:35 UTC
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A circle of three


A circle of three, holding hands
The unbroken, on the land.
In the snow, nobody knows.
What they are thinking
Where they will go.

A circle of three, holding hands.
They’re not moving, they just stand.
They watch each other, not making a sound.
Standing in silence, on the frozen ground.

A secret they keep
Wonderful and deep.
Taking it everywhere, even in their sleep.
And now I wonder, what it would be.
They are a mystery,
In a circle of three.


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Message 1337577 - Posted: 13 Feb 2013, 1:13:29 UTC
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Follow-up . . .



A Hypothetical Dream


The news-media, today,
was in a frenzy --
An alien race had landed on Mars.

Their level of technology
appeared vastly superior to ours.
And, they appeared to be terra-forming, for permanent residency.

Although, they appeared neither benevolent, nor malevolent,
they showed little interet in contact with Earth.
Their agenda was theirs, alone.

What should Earth's response be?
More importantly, how would we continue to conduct our daily lives?
How would our self-esteem fair?

I woke up, scratched my back with a cane,
and set out for a cup of coffee.


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12 February
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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 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 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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23 February 2013

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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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28 February 2013
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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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j. r. martin
7 March 2013



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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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