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PS, forgot to ask, "where's your's ?" I didn't offer one, becuase the challange wasnt a competition with me, but yourselves |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
wrote in the last stanza of "The Two Rivers",... It is the mystery of the unknown That fascinates us; we are children still, Wayward and wistful; with one hand we cling To the familiar things we call our own, And with the other, resolute of will, Grope in the dark for what the day will bring. I believe it is better to reach out to the unknown than to suckle the familiar. Or, perhaps better put by a modern writer... The Invitation It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. Written By: Oriah Mountain Dreamer |
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(((Bonny)))
some of my recent offerings intermission the play has not concluded yet the lights are dimmed piano accompaniment as the scene is deftly changed watch the mood shift the darkness slowly lifts overheard in an adjoining room mystery unfolds off stage where actors dramatically reconstruct directions and dialog this is really life splash My heartbeats like swells A pause The water runs away tickling With roaring laughter washes back Right over me Until I am laughing too coming soon soon i will be gone air will bring no scent for me soon all will be dark only the nocturnal aware soon the quiet breaks with muffled footfalls of those i will never know soon it will not be my time or my children's children's soon the earth will cool again helpless under her inadequate star soon reality will surpass imagination sunbath drowning yourself in crimson sunset bathing on the asphalt street lifeblood splashing off the trees exhausted and heaving this day dies amid cognac shots born in upscale bars anesthetists say "drink deep" "count back" here i am here i am ax in hand life surrounding me challenged again again and again pursuing frivolity look hard and you cannot fail to find it it is here don't you see fool honesty alongside bravely fear the verb the occurence the action a state of being what you write here did not have to be read WHAT HAVE YOU DONE tense aspect mood voice tell you what she runs he falls it happens all over she gave him an idea he read her a poem time stopped he held her she touched him they moved WHAT NEXT go =-=-=-=-=-= here is a list of some jsh poetry threads i've enjoyed: A Mood http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/28493 Rumi http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/27576 Gallows http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/44868 Beans http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/44519 Locos http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/39533 Foolish Child http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/19596 Mine http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/18056 love is http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/58372 satan says http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/58373 post count http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/41232 showcase http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/92167 hit me http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/89743 let's play kids http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/80289 haiku http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/103223 BeansII http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/68243 and... Lyrical Response http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/95153 
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thanks slowhand, great pieces
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PS, forgot to ask, "where's your's ?" I didn't offer one, becuase the challange wasnt a competition with me, but yourselves I'm still asking.....Where is your offering ?  Hi s1ow, you know I always enjoy your poetic tapestries 
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Edited by
Unknow
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Thu 05/22/08 06:54 AM
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This mourning i awoke with a terrible jerk,oh no got to go ,i'm late for work....So i rushed on through and woke up my son,my god a bad day,and its just begun....I hop in my car and drive to the local store,coffee and bun,and run out the door....Than i hit the highway off in a rush,as fast as i can go with out being a nut.up the road up the road cus cus cus....So i get to the job and theirs nobody there,hey if he don't know, why should he care....So i sit and i wait wait wait wait,my god it's monday and everybodys late....So i pull out my phone to make the call,MAN IT'S SUNDAY THEIRS NO WORK AT ALL.
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intermission
the play has not concluded yet the lights are dimmed piano accompaniment as the scene is deftly changed watch the mood shift the darkness slowly lifts overheard in an adjoining room mystery unfolds off stage where actors dramatically reconstruct directions and dialog this is really life I love this, S1ow! It mirrors a lot of my views on people... |
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Edited by
BluesPreacher
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Thu 05/22/08 07:47 AM
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PS, forgot to ask, "where's your's ?" I didn't offer one, becuase the challange wasnt a competition with me, but yourselves I'm still asking.....Where is your offering ? Okay BonnyMiss, since you insist, Evidently the 3 or 4 I posted last night, Don't count for this..  It doesn't worry me, For I never fear, Here's a dity I call, "Wish I was There"..... I find myself missing her, She has always been,a part of my life. Like a mother, She rocked me to sleep. Like a lover, She shared my dreams. Like a sibling, We played. She showed me her secrets, And gave me precious gifts. Such a wonderful woman, The Ocean, I miss |
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This mourning i awoke with a terrible jerk,oh no got to go ,i'm late for work....So i rushed on through and woke up my son,my god a bad day,and its just begun....I hop in my car and drive to the local store,coffee and bun,and run out the door....Than i hit the highway off in a rush,as fast as i can go with out being a nut.up the road up the road cus cus cus....So i get to the job and theirs nobody there,hey if he don't know, why should he care....So i sit and i wait wait wait wait,my god it's monday and everybodys late....So i pull out my phone to make the call,MAN IT'S SUNDAY THEIRS NO WORK AT ALL. LOL! Good one. |
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This mourning i awoke with a terrible jerk,oh no got to go ,i'm late for work....So i rushed on through and woke up my son,my god a bad day,and its just begun....I hop in my car and drive to the local store,coffee and bun,and run out the door....Than i hit the highway off in a rush,as fast as i can go with out being a nut.up the road up the road cus cus cus....So i get to the job and theirs nobody there,hey if he don't know, why should he care....So i sit and i wait wait wait wait,my god it's monday and everybodys late....So i pull out my phone to make the call,MAN IT'S SUNDAY THEIRS NO WORK AT ALL. LOL! Good one. thanks again d4tc |
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PS, forgot to ask, "where's your's ?" I didn't offer one, becuase the challange wasnt a competition with me, but yourselves I'm still asking.....Where is your offering ? Okay BonnyMiss, since you insist, Evidently the 3 or 4 I posted last night, Don't count for this.. It doesn't worry me, For I never fear, Here's a dity I call, "Wish I was There"..... I find myself missing her, She has always been,a part of my life. Like a mother, She rocked me to sleep. Like a lover, She shared my dreams. Like a sibling, We played. She showed me her secrets, And gave me precious gifts. Such a wonderful woman, The Ocean, I miss Nice work Blues. Sorry it took me so long to get back to this................. 
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The Challenge
To be challenged I write a piece, Not of love and not of peace. What to write for those who plead, For a piece of prose indeed. Though this is a fresh piece, Long forgotten will not cease. I could write of many things, Of a wedding or the rings. If I chose to write a blurb, Would you listen to the word. Could you see the words I write, Or the prose within the light. Maybe you would see in one, Words of life or colors done. Since you challenge one like me, What words written are from thee? I enjoy the written prose, Smells of life as a rose. Deeper in the words I write, Hold the words full of light. G |
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