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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
My Wish This morning, at coffee, I told my friend that I'd like to burn a candle at both ends. What I did not say, was that I'd like to hold it, until both flames met in the middle -- And I cried out in ecstasy, and pain. The pain, for me, would be for the shared experience with someone I loved. He did not have much to say, in reply. He knew my anguish. * * jrm 10 Feb. 2016 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
A Bow To Love The building with the wooden frame Would have an open window attached above the doorbell In the meanwhile, the Open Blue eyes gazed from the corners Of our Multiverse and its descendants The ring in the Lion’s mouth waited for the first beat Of Beethoven’s fifth Symphony Don’t take life too seriously, Michael told his friend, You might lose your dreams one day The unpolluted energy flows warmed up his friend, Who has been suffering earthly harshness And he was confuddled about the contradiction Between Love and Life Guess you can know what takes you by the hand, ol’ Mark Soon you will know which way to start again Sinatra was his last name, he told Michael, And Billy Bragg sung way down yonder in the minor key There was a beginning to a whole new view From the window in the meadow, Where sheep would gaze in peace, Receiving some inspiration from the Gods above And so below.. We get high on Life, Returning to the devolution of basic existence, While we follow up our ancestors in Grace DJ'16 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Mojo Send message Joined: 17 Sep 13 Posts: 258 Credit: 14,978 RAC: 0 |
Haiku Old buzzards circle Thirsting for fresh vital blood Young buck laughs at them |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
@ Julie -- To love, is to become vulnerable. You've experienced the joys and sorrows of vulnerability. My friend is scared to death of becoming vulnerable. Talk about anguish, from the near-sidelines. . . One can still pray . . . |
Mojo Send message Joined: 17 Sep 13 Posts: 258 Credit: 14,978 RAC: 0 |
Diseased Haiku Fever rages on. Blisters. Cells lyse. Headache splits . Kill me now, I wish. |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
What's Next? It might get interesting, now, in my managed life. My old friend has been relegated to our coffee-house, only -- no more dating permitted. Isn't that sad? Partially-here, today, partially-gone, tomorrow. But, that's life, as I've experienced it. He doesn't seem to mind, except for my ceasing to text him. Concerning my managed life -- should I tell him, that I'm not being used, that I enjoy it? But, does he know something my therapist doesn't know? Perhaps my friend's vision extends through my future old age, which I dread. How disappointing -- I thought I, alone, had no answers on coping. Now, he, too, has none, except for finding a loving partner. He doesn't know how I can explore new territory -- without giving up the familiar. I want my life, both ways -- like burning a candle a both ends, perhaps. * I wish he'd quit sending me these stupid poems. * * jm |
Mojo Send message Joined: 17 Sep 13 Posts: 258 Credit: 14,978 RAC: 0 |
She was uneasy around snakes, but I like them, all kinds, they are extremely interesting to me. The only ones that make me uneasy are mambas because they act so strange compared to all other snakes. But you and I will never meet one so it doesn't matter. Snake by Emily Dickinson A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,-did you not? His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on. He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for corn. Yet when a child, and barefoot, I more than once, at morn, Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash Unbraiding in the sun, - When, stooping to secure it, It wrinkled, and was gone. Several of nature's people I know, and they know me; I feel for them a transport Of cordiality; But never met this fellow, Attended or alone, Without a tighter breathing, And zero at the bone. |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
My Love I will take a pen And write your name And write it again In the Stars that Shine brightly in the Sky I will take you By the arm and put My head on your shoulder, Shining brightly in the Sun I will share our force And write your name, I will write your name, Which means Life! I will show you Who you see in the mirror And write through the mist That covers our eyes DJ’16 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
For those who don't have a clue. And, you had to learn the hard way. Good one, Julie. |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
The Bohemian in Paris My guitar on the back, the black one, With the white stripe from the Seven Nation Army, I strolled towards the Notre Dame, Already closed for renovation. The sign on the road pointed towards the deserted portal and its Shallow shade from the door, that was still unlocked And facing the black guitar. The postcard in my hand resembled the faint shade of architectural Beauty behind thick mist of mirage reality. A stranger tapped me on the shoulder to ask the way to freedom. I gave him a dime and asked if he could go have a meal with me. We walked along the Rive Gauche and searched shelter from the mist In the bistro nearby. The guitar waited silently in the corner until the first tone Filled the thin air that cruised along the various tables. There were a 126 of them. How do you manage to carry the world upon your shoulders, my friend? The world is not heavy, my brother, it is the souls that harness her Who carry the weight of the world and eat the fruit of her loins. In the meanwhile every single spin gives a new meaning to life, Transferred by Sister Dew. The photons carry out our names in visible light. We returned to reality as the waitress brought us our meal And the Notre Dame was smiling, From a distance. DJ’16 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
It'll take but four strings to accompany you, But, It'll take six, to play a tune. Life has its costs. . . |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Seasick Steve takes three :D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jcYdmD8FCI rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Interesting, Julie. One wonders how the Renaissance instruments might have evolved, had electronic amplification had been known, then. No butchering of Strads, perhaps, for starters, to get a bigger sound. |
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 |
A Rose, Enjoyed A rose, enjoyed, must, first, unfold itself to the sun. It's admirer, still awaits. . . quietly, patiently -- * * jm 25 Feb. 2016 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Ha, Ha, Ha. Another poem, for Jim Up, I go -- another ride. My horse will take me where I guide. It won't be long, when flowers bloom. And, then, the fields will be my room. Imagine me, on steed, supreme. Imagine me, with single dream -- A dream I have, with clarity -- My dream, I'd share -- My destiny. But, dreams are dreams, as I can see. It's hard to share reality. * * jm 28 Feb. 2016 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Johnny’s Bliss There were only four left After three crunched the S out of the C The second brought home the fire And the last one faded into the stratosphere Michael brought Mark another packet of crisps While the air cleared up after the passing Of some quick scooter clouds from Neptune And the sawing at the mill fully recommenced Johnny saw his brother die in the hospital bed The incident carved deeply into his weakened skin Until his following shadow touched his inner soul And Casseopeia smiled from about the distance He needed away from polluted cables of Unidentified electricity, to find happiness in life His home is getting build as we speak And the salmon would swim up the River to find the sea Where it would grow to understand the above wonders His home gets build by the River, as we speak While the first bricks are caught in the middle in between And we speak the first thoughts we receive in silence From Abraham, setting the first tone to the new Birthplace of Betléhem, holding the fire, burning high Up the sky and leaving sparks of light for lost astronauts And the tree would burn for the bush in the far away desert S, for one moment, forgot about crunching for the C Nobody was left alone in the eye of the hurricane, kept together By long-lasting peace that had come back to the revived countryside Where the sawmill closed its doors for refurbishment due to safety hazards And the hand of Casseopeia felt warm in Johnny’s old hands They walked together to the home that was built By the Riverside, where flowers would grow wild In the light of our mighty Sun, the King. And life goes on as we speak, and we speak.. DJ'16 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
S and C S and C, and apostrophe. Recognition, for deciphering what's going to be on the walls of a cave in my memory. Plaques, that coat the neurons' boat will be vanquished -- by a good night's sleep. * * jm 7 Mar 16 |
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