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#16    Robbie333

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Posted 24 February 2012 - 10:22 PM

View PostCassea, on 24 February 2012 - 10:20 PM, said:

Oh man Robbie you are driving me crazy. LOL!!!!    :innocent:


The Light Seeks Me



I am there under the rubble
I can hear them searching
lights out dogs sniffing
the crumbling of nearby rocks
the calling out with hope


But now my witnesses are
sinews of light
sneaking through the
collapse of it all


In years to come
scholars will speak didactic tones
students will whimper
and shift awkwardly in polished seats
Pages will turn
pens will scratch across the tablets
men will lament

But I still lie there waiting for
the light that seeks me
Victory has written its own tome
Voices will sing my requiem
All heralding the truth
as is what they know it to be

But I still lie there waiting for
the light that seeks me
in a dark holding cell
within the bowels of a shuddering ship
that leaps to meet the waves
that hold back from destination

I am there in the barracks
with cheap planks of wood
slapped up to keep us in
to keep away the cries of recognition
when cruel death
unfurls it's sinister wings


I am there along the beaten path
where machetes landed in crevices of blood
howls reached the clouds
and were beat back down
by angels helpless in the face misery

I am there now in the consternation
I live in the confusion
like men passing buckets down trenches
trying to find some salvation
some answer

Many men will say they have come to know me
But I still lie there waiting for
the light that seeks me

          Sorry.  Just plain wonderful it tis.

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Posted 25 February 2012 - 02:19 AM

I loved the blood one!

Now, do one about my SN. Mistress of Shadows. >D

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Posted 25 February 2012 - 02:32 AM

View PostCassea, on 24 February 2012 - 08:57 PM, said:

The curve of her back
rises up to the phalanx of wings
that unfold like sarissa
aimed upon the cacaphony
their cries do not dissuade her

She is precise in her dedication
as her spears pierce through
the din


She is engorged with ecstasy
these small drops of pain
slide down the wooden spears
and find their way

Those who doubt her do not know her
she recognizes the perjury of their souls
and forgives them
as she renders through her justice
like a fisherman
sliding his blade
through a gasping fish

Clambering forward
a scorpion upon a rock
armored to the wind
and the flagrant sun
she rises in the ashy storm
and stands arms lifted skyward
amid the devastation

She has no sympathy
for the wicked
For she has known them
and revealed them
flayed raw
beneath the eyes of God.


Wow. Thanks very much. Good luck on your journey. God has blessed you.




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Posted 30 March 2012 - 04:40 AM

Eruption




Those eyes
sunken into the years
almost pulling back to the husk
of the womb
unyielding and averting
rolling skyward
looking to the stars
with such accusation
I feel it in the bottoms of my heels
as I fall backward and stumble into the couch



as if



you had raised your arm and released a sword
you had slashed through the air
trying to undue to tenuous strands
those spiderwebs that
draped across our tracheas
and made our lamentations


brethern



those cries that made the crows fall like blackberries
in the center of a forest of pine trees
awaiting a winter
that came with frost covered moss
and broken kneed does
and cracking ice that echoed like shotguns

as you
beat and beat and beat
upon the pulled hide drum of your youth

begging for the cold cloak of winter to relent

but it does not
we are all its cicadas
burrowed deep
awaiting our eruption
or the blood that reveals
the evidence
to our tear stung eyes




you are sorry again

I know

Edited by Cassea, 30 March 2012 - 04:42 AM.

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Posted 31 March 2012 - 09:34 AM

You have a wonderful talent, Cassea.

A word I'd like you to poetise, please? ... Nobility

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Posted 31 March 2012 - 12:25 PM

Inner fire


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Posted 03 April 2012 - 03:32 PM

Hey all, I've been sick.  I am still quite sick now so I haven't been able to write.  But I will soon. Hopefully.

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Posted 11 April 2012 - 05:40 AM

View PostLeonardo, on 31 March 2012 - 09:34 AM, said:

You have a wonderful talent, Cassea.

A word I'd like you to poetise, please? ... Nobility


OK  I read a few Mohammed Ali quotes,  plus I'm suffering from Insomnia tonight so I'll give it a whirl


(I wrote it, it's more prosey  but I'm trying.  Funny it reflects my deficit in writing in the way it's choppy words)


Nobility


Nobility is the sag eyed man at dawn
with a push cart in his hands
and his God in his heart


He murmurs (a little sadly,  a little sadly)
about his knees, his bills and his bitter coffee

He remembers the last time he owned
his nobility
when he was fifty seven
in that wild fray of yard
behind the superplaza
where cars parked up
and competed for dignity
next to the shopping carts
that looked like the victims of a tornado
or a bull gone wild

He'd wished for the bull gone wild

But he had hunched down
beside the dumpster
and pulled out a cigarette
from a crumpled pack
God how he missed those crumpled packs

And wondered  (he missed the wondering too)
how those clouds could seem to roll across

so quickly


Each inhale revealed a puff
circled up to the cerulean sky
the wafting wanderers
the rolling past
the dissipation

like his girls
his mother
his father
his brother
gone, gone, gone


Only the strongest survive
or the weak smart enough
to crawl into shadows


How often his fingers
surprised him these days
with their wrinkles and grime

And he sat pressed up against the granite blocks
pretending they were gravestones
whispering out with each puff of smoke
I miss you I miss you I miss you

Some wise man once told him
his journey was to hold the space
to live the life
but he had sunken into shadows
oh so comfortable
with their grayness and folds
wrinkled memories
and quivering eyes
ah yes

But the sky is unrelenting
and he beckons  beckons until
it turns to begs
and the horizon
No..... the loft
the arch
the arc
the entirety
those full sailed
billows of blue
fading at night to orange cast into waves of violent lavender
still still still

Call down to the prince
call down to the king
beg and beg and beg
for him to live

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Posted 11 April 2012 - 05:45 AM

View Postmarkdohle, on 31 March 2012 - 12:25 PM, said:

Inner fire

The last poem I wrote just came right out, automatically.  This one intimidates me because I have a hard time with "poetic phrasing"  like the other one I skipped.  I think.  I get too intimidated?  I think you expect something with the phrasing.

So I tend to try to shake that off.  By writing something. Completely unrelated.

So Inner Fire.  Hmmm  I try to make it abstract or unrelated.   I'm going to think a bit. On this one.


Reading back I see I use eyes and skies a lot.  So I will try for something completely different this time.







Inner Fire



The yelping dog
breaks through the noisy afternoon
with its bouncing tires
ricocheting trains
be bop
sound drop
of the afternoon
lickity splitting
bus stops
hissing hydraulics
and children's histrionics
like the boom boom boom
of an 80's juke box
blasting out of the storefront
of the local pub

The pedestrians roam
like displaced equestrians
their horses agallop
off their reins
riding hard up Fifth Avenue
knocking
left and right
the fancy paper shopping bags
of daily shopping hags
as they ignore you as you
wander through

lean to the right
lean to the left
side step spin away
like dancers in
The Thanksgiving Day Parade
and keep on moving downtown
maybe there you can trade
your fare

Another dreamer
with solid soles of shoes
to wander up and down
the pavement
try to pound into the granite
your deliberate provocation
Let them know that you were here


Remember that
as you fade beside
the blue light
flicker through your memory
try to find your answer
we never forgot you dear

You were always here

Edited by Cassea, 11 April 2012 - 06:02 AM.

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Posted 11 April 2012 - 07:31 AM

View PostCassea, on 11 April 2012 - 05:40 AM, said:

OK  I read a few Mohammed Ali quotes,  plus I'm suffering from Insomnia tonight so I'll give it a whirl


(I wrote it, it's more prosey  but I'm trying.  Funny it reflects my deficit in writing in the way it's choppy words)

Thanks for the poem, Cassea, and sorry to hear you've been ill. Hope you recover soon.  :)

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Posted 12 April 2012 - 08:51 AM

I wanted to add, you shouldn't see how you express yourself in words now as "deficient". The expression of ideas in words is a form of art, and all artistic expressions are equally valid. While you now might use a different form to your expression than you did previously, that does not make the artistry of that expression any less.

The exprssion of art is a talent, and that has not been affected by your injury. The form, or technique, of that expression is merely mechanical and is largely irrelevant to the art.

In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back. - Charlie Brown

"It is a profound and necessary truth that the deep things in science are not found because they are useful; they are found because it was possible to find them."  - J. Robert Oppenheimer; Scientific Director; The Manhattan Project

"talking bull**** is not a victimless crime" - Marina Hyde, author.

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Posted 12 April 2012 - 09:23 AM

Whisper

If you would please.

Edited by Aus Der Box Skeptisch, 12 April 2012 - 09:26 AM.

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Posted 12 April 2012 - 09:29 AM

BTW cassea this is exactly the method I use to free write. A single detail will write itself in length. You are gifted.
I would like to return the gesture ... if you write for me at the end leave a detail and I will write a short story in return.

Edited by Aus Der Box Skeptisch, 12 April 2012 - 09:32 AM.

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Posted 13 April 2012 - 10:16 PM

Hey Leonardo.  Thank you.   Some days I can retrieve words with lightening speed and then other days I get repetitive.  Part of this exercise is to show me how I tend to repeat things even though I think I'm writing in a completely different space.   My creativity seems to be boxed separately from my logic these days.  This is frustrating.  When I write it, I'll not have thought of it before.   So even though I see whisper,  I am not sitting there thinking of ideas. When I sit down to do it, it will be an effort at word retrieval.  Poetry seems to work better for me now than prose.

But in honor of Aus and Unexplained Mysteries  my word for the story is "Fossil."

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Posted 14 April 2012 - 12:36 AM

Ooh fossil. This is a curious word. There are a few ways my mind has taken this word. My brain has branched into three stories each taken off in seperate directions. I'm not sure which one will start writing when my fingers start dancing across the letters of my keyboard . I'm excited to se how the story comes out. Ill have it for you in a little while. It shouldn't take long to write.

"Though I stand in opposition to you, I am not opposed to you. Night and Day stand in opposition to each other, but they are not opposed to each other -they are merely two halves of the same coin."




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