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#1305 Sep 3, 2014
Wide are the eyes that hold surprise to the vacant jaw of the sea.

Summer's death on the edge.

Our existence held in tune by rhythm of the winds.....

Softly spoken are the weary travelers on this voyage.

Into the depths we proceed.

Rhyme, rhythm, rhym, rhythm and mystery.

The hackles dance their misting before the fire.

Casting their shadows upon the wall.......

But Oh, how those shadows leap and dance!

To dance with sin and embrace her warm and seating arms.

Our summer's hot sun lies down one last time.

The petals on the hill crumble under the frost-beast's feet.......

Summer dies slowly, hot, burning out the end of the wick.

The oil stains the canvas as the artisans capture what life is left.

The silken rays lay outstretched, grasping for the hope of a faded memory.

The strings are unraveled and the big bucks have their dance.

We feast on the blood of the ages.

The sun's red blood.......

Summer is dead!

10.18.10

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#1306 Sep 3, 2014
A favorite line
I misspelt rhyme.

My sincere apologies to the poet.

Rhyme, rhythm, rhyme, rhythm and mystery.

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1307 Sep 3, 2014
"Throwing Stones"

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we may our home to waste.
There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.
Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
If the game is lost then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of bule we can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing "black goes south while white comes north"
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing "I got mine and you got yours."
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page"
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing "Just leave well enough alone"
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.
LYRICS- Songwriters
OWEN, MARK ANTHONY / MCDONALD, MILTON / DONALD, HOWARD PAUL / ORANGE, JASON THOMAS / BARLOW, GARY

Read more: Grateful Dead - Throwing Stones Lyrics | MetroLyrics
http://youtu.be/oy1UeZP3C2I

FIRST time I have EVER posted something that wasn't MINE,but is what I was listening to & I know the words by heart. Peace. Rick

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1308 Sep 3, 2014
Ozzy Osbourne - Dreamer (Original Version)
http://youtu.be/-LrotDbi3d4

As ONE? The dream is great, maybe a little fantasy before the fate,before what transpires as we see it or fulfill as we know OUR LIFE, but with reality there is is no room for fantasy the delving or digging sure we are seeds or pods or butterflys, but there are none of them without DIRT & cacoons or the air & the rain have more to do with fate than the fantasy.
The fun,the fantasy is what we allow ourselves to have as a reward for all the real work life really takes,if we get lost in it ,it becomes just that LOST, be it a mind or even a life or depending on how deep we want to take a an entire generation. Rick

Since: Dec 12

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#1309 Sep 4, 2014
Sing Your Song

Sing your song thou you believe the universe is not listening

For it is in those moments of silence that she bends her ear upon thy breast to hear the rhythm of your heart

So that she may plot your course among the stars

Whilst calming the raging winds and tempest sea

Sing your song so that she may know your needs

To return to you the gentle hand

The tender kiss

And

Warm embrace

Sing your song

For the universe will raise your voice upon the mountain top

And

Bring you the rhythm

That yearns for tomorrows yesterdays

Therefore sing your song unto the universe

So that she may bring forth the seasons of change

© Grace Monroe

Petal Power

“It's a New Dawn”

Since: Feb 14

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#1314 Sep 12, 2014
Adrian..YOU ROCK!!

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1316 Sep 13, 2014
Trying to not let my head slip into an easy blackness, the delving ,far reaching becomes almost pressing ,actually altering blood flow, blocking clear forward thinking thought with a bit of rambling is safe, but knowing the limitations ,trying to keep the focus on "extra" things not self
or why did that happen ,but way over the line with what if IT didn't happen ,the end result of the actions was what? & how many did it affect ,did you allow it to affect you? if so was it positive or negative? if so what was or can be or could have been learned from the positive & the negative & THEN how many more will that affect?
Can your "average" person have true understanding of how far off the edge another can go unless they have done it themselves? all the descriptions ,notations even M.R.I. 3-d imaging won't bring out what that persons last words might have been before they never spoke again.

Would telling yourself to SHUT UP and following through with it be rare & somehow groundbreaking ,unique or would some "see" it as bringing attention to yourself by saying nothing.
Just scratching the surface means you can still bleed ,no one said how many or where they were at, paranoid humans have no concept of what instinct ,street smarts means ,playing cards with your back to the wall comes from experience ,hearing flies buzzing & smelling gma
while wondering about the person reading the book over YOUR shoulder is a tilted table for the brain doing it ,BUT they only know the ways to ask or tell others about it from THAT mind ,so what to expect if trying assess where that line is?
Understanding "postictal confusion" is not for the the 3rd party, although looking at the edge or the line or the closed or wide open white space ,the variables that another understands is a great thing for someone left in desperate fear from being "The witness" a way through a label of what is generalized as P.T.S.D. now ,although I "feel" the shock & awe, the normalcy of it is addicting,
Our minds can useful places to play especially if the fear of the unknown is never a part of it

If it begins with a decent well intentioned thought what does it take,or what are the words to enter into the equation to have it leave a room full of peoples brains & build ON that thought rather than diminish it ,why is it even the seemingly strong minded ones feed on distraction to what could be considered a dangerous level or safety hazard .
Diving in to rescue yourself should not be one of your standards "it" does take others input ,trying to not over think:) what they may offer is a useful key ,acceptance or accepting ,with an open mind is a BIG part of future relations with YOURSELF. I don't believe in endless journeys
hindsight & scars I suppose are yield signs ,circle drives ,blinking lights calling attention,
there is a STOP ,BUT WHAT TO DO WITH IT THEN? DOES STOPPING MEAN QUITTING? WOULD IT MATTER IN YOUR OWN MIND THE NEXT DAY OR THE END,the ceaseless crease
requires pressing and care from BOTH sides , will those rumples ,wrinkles determine whether you will be able to associate or even let all of your own mind interact .
Do you really care what they say about you when your gone? isn't that leaning on narcissistic?
Have those people had anything similar to say to you when you were calling them,or is just a pizzing contest to see who gets to hear ,who said the nicest pc. of trivia about whatever you made of yourself in a lifespan? Being comfortable living in your own skin is not something you get credit hrs. for or can stop. Peace. Rick

“Towards Christmas.”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

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#1322 Sep 17, 2014
moi wrote:
This takes me back years.... My book had a marvelous sketch and I was fascinated by the sketch before I could read the poem.
Daddy Fell into the Pond.
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
THEN
Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed."
Click!
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft
And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.
O, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
WHEN
Daddy fell into the pond!
Alfred Noyes
Sweet childish memory... AND..
what a lovely poem, Moi.

Good to 'see' you here.

“Towards Christmas.”

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Since: Dec 06

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#1324 Sep 17, 2014
Weird 0ne 2 wrote:
~~~ YOUTH'S FULL BLOOM ~~~
The only true gauge of life is action -- not pounds
and inches. And the only true measurement of age
is attitude -- not birthdays.
This is why some people become old at thirty, while
others remain young at eighty. Let's not confuse age
with anniversaries. Though we have seen fourscore,
we are just ripening in youth if we:
~~ Love Life.
~~ Enjoy living.
~~ Are hopeful.
~~ Seek new thoughts for stimulation.
~~ Find new ways to do old things.
~~ Raise new ladders to climb.
~~ Enter new fields to gather.
Threescores or fourscore -- who's keeping score?
----------
For what is age but youth's full bloom,
A riper, more transcendent youth?
A weight of gold is never old.
Author Anonymous
Brilliant, and ...

so true.

THANKS for posting this fine piece of wisdom.

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1325 Sep 17, 2014
A DAY ASTRAY
Why has today gone astray? NORMAL INSIGNIFICANT NOT NEWS WORTHY
The first blink, a mutter, was not even a stammer or stutter
Nothing foretelling,gilded ,plated or bejeweled

Another simple soul ,resting then arising, standing ,walking drinking & talking
why is it the ones that don't gamble still have to play the odds?
A shifted feeling leaves other reeling while the owner stays unaware
A plan for it or a play around it ,which is the way to choose?

Forgetful is easy ,so if the plan is not made what will be made of the day
it doesn't have to be a grandiose fray ,a beige flat un-obscured affair
Being,existing,making do with reality ,calories,H2O,a truly simple way
Have a meaning? should it be gleaming? different or just missing part of the hardware

Does simple science explain the feelings of a personalty gone astray
A mirage of images ,reflective ,provoking, controversial,only show uneven sides
Beginning, then ending another cycle of rising then falling ,making ,breaking,nothing to portray.
Never start in fear,it has to be clear,a silly notion or a deep emotion,making it NOT marking it ,a difference in baby steps & great strides. Rick
Vladimir Voitka

Russia

#1326 Sep 17, 2014
Keep your head!;
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushes your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Petal Power

“It's a New Dawn”

Since: Feb 14

Location hidden

#1328 Sep 17, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
From deep within;
Emptiness.
As if you're trying substantially to chase a ghost;
Aimless.
You look around and there is no one, nothing
Simply yourself and some nonsense..
then
I ask myself, is it me? Am I the problem?
subsequently..
I take a look at my heart;
I wouldn't find pureness but lucidity and daintiness
However..
Im still on my own
Fighting the feeling of loneliness everyday
The day ends, I go to bed
Cry myself to sleep..
But I wake up hoping that my day would be different
no, it just ends horribly.. like every other day.
Giving up.. It hurts to give up though
Specially giving up on her
As if you're yanking, stripping out, extracting
a piece of your own heart and mind.
Holding way too many feelings
Nodding to people and heads
When I wish to have a simple happy life
With the ones that I love,
Instead they misunderstand me,
hurt me,
blame me,
disrespect me,
enough..
I can't explain my love to her,
infinite emotions of love,
flowing thoroughly within every inch of my heart
DUDE..Just tell HOW you feel to this Chick..BUT.. Wait until She Gets the kiddies across the street!! OMG!! Adrian has a CRUSH on the School Crossing Guard Lady.. Wayyy to go..Am sure she' ll be Calling ALL the "STOPS"..a bit of Pun there. Fella!!
-gkhhhjk-

Englewood, CO

#1329 Sep 17, 2014
And Petal Power ruins another thread

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1333 Sep 18, 2014
UNKNOWN PRICE
Is there is a final cost ,a price we must pay, is it higher with less smiles
Keeping a calender of daily events of life's typical pass times ,is that for cheaper fare into a nether world
Is IT for sale ,a gold ingot or a fleck or a flake ,paid in solids or by the good of the giving ,a way to cheaper redemption,by keeping honest files.
As we differ we unite ,boisterous are mild when faced with true blight, maybe become a different outlook when the results are unfurled.

Are we beating each other, or are we needing each other, or is it the road 1/2 taken to not push the limit
as we grow we lean to distance ourselves from from some repentance ,to squeamish to pay the dues
Who do we kid when when most see it as a falsehood paid in bribes ,be it with jewels or make believe truths
playing nice or just to pay a price,open or hidden ,if unknown at what cost ,will it be for forgiveness or to just win it.

Making a mark is what make us different,but no matter the culture a pinnace is to be paid.
Relishing in freedoms is what we hold so tight ,differing or bickering behind the scene or right out in the light.
Is it all to build up the doubloons for destiny,pay an unknown piper ,a keeper of a gate not so mysteriously implanted in our minds as the keeper of out fate Rick

“Towards Christmas.”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

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#1339 Sep 22, 2014
Grace Nerissa wrote:
<quoted text>
What a wonderful compliment,
Graciously accepted with sincere thanks:
I always greatly loved this * WB Yeats* poem,
here it is for you, I just KNOW you will love it too..>>
-When You Are Old -
(by William Butler Yeats)
********
"When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. "
In case it didn't post..the first time,
I am re sending it.
Ami not Amy

Bucyrus, OH

#1351 Oct 4, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
.........."the tip your tongue" ?
what OF It ??
All of your words
don't make sense to me
and I thought better of you,
so I'll let it be.
All the unspoken words
still wrapped around my tongue,
And all of the spoken ones,
spoken just for fun.
Everything you say
is to spite me,
and everything I say
is to express
the damage
you have caused.
STFU Ozzie, you little twit! And GFY!!!

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1358 Oct 10, 2014
HOME CANNING/SELF PRESERVATION
"Preservation of our own creation,finding simplicity through synchronicity,the reality of ONE.
Starving for a future ,then wallowing in the past complex or simple we will to make it last.
willingly await the future with only a facsimile of reality ,following the trends without making true amends make a BIG claim but still aghast with our true trepidation.

Left to our own devices we're all to similar in our struggle with simple survival
A beginning without a view of an ending ,the present without a past
Will a pleasnat end ,depend on how it began ,the deck is dealt or amendable though revival
A beginning SO BRIGHT ,no reality sloppy not solid, reality is hidden when time passes so fast.

Flailing in the present is our only source of reality, listen to our breath the heartbeat keeps the pace.
We as one or a product of surroundings,circumstances, natural progressions
Separate with the goals but relying on the others to achieve the roles
Start basic,dream BIG, settle on beige ,was the intention to work for the wage or simply turning your own page.
Legs are shorter,eyes are BIGGER ,a broad world ,swimming is easy when floating downstream
Don't forget the plan, keep a steady pace ,possibly to win your OWN race. Rick

Petal Power

“It's a New Dawn”

Since: Feb 14

Location hidden

#1368 Oct 12, 2014
Zwiebel wrote:
Yes, I certainly forgot the word OF.
I suppose that warranted the post above?
The tip OF his tongue,
He bit it so hard.
That's how he showed me,
He had let down his guard.
Let down his guard ,
without even knowing.
Leaving not some,
but all of his true feelings showing.
The words meant nothing,
But I took them all in.
Now you say, there's more,
I can't wait to hear them.
All of the unspoken words
Wrapped around your tongue....
Unwrap them b*tches
And make me cum.
DUDE .take it to the JUST SEX and POETRY thread...Sheesh..Ooooh my VIRGIN ears!!

“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”

Level 6

Since: Apr 11

Steamboat Sprgs Colorado

#1369 Oct 12, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
Swaddled in a nest of pink
little flesh-bud faces flush
against the skin of mother’s
instinct, bundled in the
lull of milk-sleep, soft sink
into rose-patch cheek
the color of passivity
everywhere, little girls in
tulip-shaped dresses and
roll-back baby eyes, the
fuss and frill of pastel
lace, a tiny hand grip
surprise, who would
ever guess the strength
of that shade, the layers
within the hue, in each
hospital nursery room
the baby-cry of spring
bloom, bouquets of pink
flowers for each pink
bundle, uprooted, plucked
and placed into a ribbon-
tied vase, fisting against
the air, rising tall and strong
as they do every year.
Thumbs DOWN! sad you feel compelled to waste your own talent with such pursuits!
Would much rather see your own credentials on the letter head. Rick

"Kristene Brown is an MFA student at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She has previously been published, or has work forthcoming, in Folly, Forge, Swink, Westward Quarterly, and many others. She is also a psychiatric social worker for the state of Kansas."
http://www.anderbo.com/anderbo1/apoetry-188.h...

“Towards Christmas.”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

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#1370 Oct 12, 2014
My thoughts of a charming 'chatter-box' child who has left
us.. but shines on in another way.

''You speak..

with the voice of an Angel

stealing out of the past ..
once more

each word
a bright stroke of colour..

Like flowers ..
'Round my cottage door''

GN

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