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THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#3895 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
I think your poetic license has expired.
No chance, but my time has.

Have to start my "On the Job Training"

Now it's time to bid adieu to you Oasis and all of you gathered here.

I silently bid adieu to some of my favorite folks, as the wind carried some of my poetry out of reach and down the street.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#3898 Feb 1, 2013
Oasiis wrote:
Maybe it's because the good stuff..
Has been carried down the street...
perhaps it has....

Things sometimes occur
when you're not thinking;
The meaningful minutes always
seem shaped by silence
and steady shifts of light.

Here, where words dominate,
I find the time to praise, to
love, those puzzles of the heart.

It is a small piece
Of a larger whole

I send back to you.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3899 Feb 2, 2013
Sunlight streams through the window,
nature’s spotlight falling
upon motes
floating in the air,
unseen
until illuminated.

Love,
loss
… longing,
joy,
trials
… tears,

words carried within

unspoken
unwritten

awaiting inspiration‘s release.

There’s a difference between
surviving
and
living

life’s first real breath,
finally breathed
in the illumination,

the transformation
brought forth

with just a little dusting.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3900 Feb 2, 2013
In dust
I rise
As nothing
Traits woven
Into linen
Skin.

Ritualistic
chants of
Lawless men
in coffee queues
As some blazing sun
melts
Contempt.

On static
Glass
Shards
They drip
A knowing
Wax.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3901 Feb 2, 2013
The Manumission of Opportunity

Its simply,

Freedom.

A chance to take.

Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.

Its not about falling; it never really was.

Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.

There was never the exigency.

A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:

So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.

Bursting into new heights.

Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.

It was never about comfort,

Or security.(More like constraint).

Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.

Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.

The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills

Together,

As one.

Since: Jan 13

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#3902 Feb 2, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
The Manumission of Opportunity
Its simply,
Freedom.
A chance to take.
Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.
Its not about falling; it never really was.
Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.
There was never the exigency.
A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:
So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.
Bursting into new heights.
Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.
It was never about comfort,
Or security.(More like constraint).
Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.
Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.
The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills
Together,
As one.
That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3903 Feb 2, 2013
Michelle129 wrote:
<quoted text>
That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
G'day Michelle, thank you kindly for your words of appreciation, I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.

NB:- I wonder if the other one hundred and twenty eight Michelle's did as well....(jk)

:-)

Warm Regards.
~DeVine
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3904 Feb 3, 2013
"GETTING TO KNOW ME."

Soft scraps of synchronicity for
patchwork of ancient meanings
appearing in unlikely places
working universal messengers
like conduits of sacred power
comforting symbols overlooked
or forgotten in our own time

Incredible feathers as emissaries
with ephemeral grace for you
and me to discover from nature
as harbingers of inner truth
to be heeded when one seeks
you out for enlightenment

Tapestry a life as a virtual
waterfall plateaued of great
memories descending not
to an end but a longer course
like drops of water radiating
to a bank in a sea of light
embarking on a mystical
quest through the challenges
from everyday we face

I am diversity,
I think on many levels at once.
I live on many levels.
I can relate on many levels.

I can see you.
I can see your rationalizations.
Trying to justify your beliefs about me.
I see you feeling that your assumptions are right.
I see you assume wrongly,
You don’t really know me.

I have learned many things
from observation and experience.
I know you.
You think you know me,
But I have known many like you before.
Always feeling correct in your assumptions.
You assume wrongly.

Take away your misguided assumptions.
Leave me alone and do not try,
To make me fit into your view of me.
You do not see me.
You see what I want you to see.

In the process,
my dreams and aspirations
are often mistaken for ambition,
Thought of as a desire for fame and fortune
as a measure of my success in life.
Wrong thinking again,
My success comes from the doing,
Not the material things
by which society measures success.

That is not me,
But only what I let you see.
I am more complicated
than you will ever know.

And yet I am really very simple,
I still naively expect the best from people.
Something I always try to give others,
Honesty, caring, mindful of feelings,
doing what I can.

If I make someone smile,
If I help someone understand something,
If I make a difference,
I am successful.

I want to inspire people to be themselves,
And find happiness not in wealth or power,
But the simple accomplishments we all have daily.
Helping make life better for all with wisdom,
Gleaned from observation and experience.

I live and think on many levels,
I am happy with who I am.
Understood or not.
It makes no difference
To me, you see.......
'Cause You just don’t,
Really know me......

~DeVine.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3905 Feb 3, 2013
Locked up inside
I feel sensation grace my brow
so low, your voice calling for my voice

Tears
black paint over the mother-of-pearl
windows of my heart
You turn around and
The leaves rustle on the branches...

...Is an example of a poem without substance,
Lacking any meaning or artistic merit,
You threw some pretty words together and made nonsense.

This is the kind of bad poetry found in school,
By kids trying to skate by their literature class,
Or by delusional people trying to be profound and cool.

Why not try writing when you really have something to say?
And if it takes you longer to create quality work,
That's fine. You don't have to produce something every day.

Use your time wisely to practice and hone your passion
Rather than bastardizing and shaming an art form,
Making something as shallow and useless as last year's fashion.

I'm not trying to be mean, or sour like a lime,
Free-verse poetry is legit and can be great,
I understand poems don't always need to rhyme.

But poems like this are as worthless as dirt,
Pick a subject, use symbolism, apt analogies, maybe a joke,
Just try, please, giving your poetry a bit more effort.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3906 Feb 3, 2013
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I have gone mad, but who is next to hear against my thorax? To posture my antennas?

Myself indicates: Essential Eco toxins, Avoiding Radiation and fashionable Spells.

Current Geographical Adverb: Somewhere.
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3907 Feb 3, 2013
Princess Hey wrote:
So God created man in his own image;
in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them.
The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.
And the Lord God said it is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him a help mate for him.
And Adam said,This is now bone of my bones,
and flesh of my flesh;she shall be called woman.
Because she was taen out of man.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and shall cleave unto his wife;
and they shall be one flesh
also came from the Bible....
Scripture Quoted correctly.....

SCRIPTURE FOR TODAY

ONE DAY AT A TIME

“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper;

and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment

thou shalt condemn.

This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,

and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD”.

(Isaiah 54: 17)
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3908 Feb 3, 2013
She was in this strange place again—someplace between touching and breathing, between wanting and retreating.

Knowing that it was reckless and not caring.

Not a place she liked, but a place she craved. Surrounded by flesh so pale that it possessed a tangible taste and sound—velvet paleness that begged to be touched, to be marred with dark bruises, to be treated like some holy relic.

…beauty white.

He was a type of beauty she had never known, never knew existed—one that was completely unaware that he was lovely, that this beauty existed, clung to him like a parasite. He was so softly sweet and wanted so desperately to be fierce in a way that he was never going to be able to become.

But, he was something that she had come to want—his intelligence, his wit, his awkwardness and uncertainty.

…and wanting was a new, strange thing to her.

But touching was allowed only on his terms.

Which made the wanting-without-permission-to- touch even newer.

She tried so hard to not touch without his permission. Sometimes she was successful, often she wasn’t—sometimes, she honestly didn’t care—but she was always very careful to allow him to decide if the touches remained friendly, playful, and pleasure-inducing or if they became something erotic that caused those wonderfully needing, wanting sounds to come out of him, for him to arch into careful touches.

She’d learned her lesson. She wasn’t permitted a say in this, no decision, no control. It was all within his purview, his choice, his words and actions that dictated what she would become that day.

The most she could do was steal a kiss.

Sometimes—sometimes—she was allowed to watch as he played with someone else. Feeling both included and excluded in the same instance.

…if she’d been chained up or tied down, maybe it wouldn’t have bothered her so much.

She hung in liminality, waiting for the chance to become, to come into being, to be allowed that moment to coalesce and fall into flesh—a seraphim become human, spirit become matter.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3909 Feb 4, 2013
Judge not,that ye be not judged.For with what judgement ye judge,ye shall be judged.and with what measured to you again.And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thou brothers eye but considerest not the beam that is in thou own eye.
Or how wilt thou say to thy brother,let me pull out the mote out of thine eye and behold a beam that is in thy own eye.Thou hypocrite first cast out the beam out of thine own eye and then shalt,thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brothers eye.
From the Bible Matthew 7:1-5
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3911 Feb 7, 2013
Poetry can unleash a terrible fear.

I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, too many possibilities, each with its own endless set of variations.

It’s like looking too closely and too long into a mirror; soon your features distort, then erupt.

You look too closely into poems, or listen too closely to them as they arrive in whispers, and the features inside you - call it heart, call it mind, call it soul - accelerate out of control.

They distort and they erupt, and it is one strange pain.

You realize, then, that you can’t attempt breaking down too many barriers in too short a time, because there are as many horrors waiting to get in at you as there are parts of yourself pushing to break out, and with the same, or more, fevered determination."
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3912 Feb 7, 2013
"There are bands
in the sky where
what happens
matches prayers.

Clouds blacken
and inky rain
hatches the air
like angled writing,
the very transcription
of a pure command,
steady from a steady
hand.

Drought put to rout,
visible
a mile above
for miles about."

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#3913 Feb 7, 2013
Romans 14:16 For it is written as I live saith the Lord every knee shall bow to me and every tongue shall confess to God.
12: SO then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.
13: Let us not therefore Judge one another any more; but judge this rather that no man put a stumbling block or an occasion to fall in his brothers way..

From the Bible::::
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3914 Feb 9, 2013
The plan is as follows:

We will cloak ourselves in black
and we’ll sneak in through the back.
You'll put the package in your tote…
transfer it over to my coat.
Commit to violence in silence…
calculated and slow.
Let us creep with strict caution;
won't make ourselves known.

I will do a somersault.
Destroy the lasers to the vault
and once inside we can begin
to disengage the safe's default.
We didn't come here for the stash.
Ignore the diamonds and the cash.
We have a duty to destroy
this nations excess...
simply trash!

Take this out my jacket pocket.
Plug it in the nearest socket.
Plant it, then we have to rocket.
There is no way that we can stop it.

This is happening tonight.

Once we are squared away outside
and all the nerves you have subside,
you’ll have the zeal, the strength, the vigor.
I want YOU to press the trigger!

Are you still in or are you out?
Understand what it's about?
Stand and give me affirmation.
Now go on, repeat it back to me VERBATIM.

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

Location hidden

#3915 Feb 10, 2013
I come here to read WW..... hope your doing okay mate....
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3916 Feb 10, 2013
A state of mind defined a man sets on a rock out to the side many waters splash and rush down the
Broken rock face this mix that includes the finest accompaniment of birds in this enclosed silence a hush
Brought By the trees that envelope you at one with your surroundings you do disappear a hypnotic
Trance holds you its caress told by the soft breeze time is lost there is no telling only richest dwelling the
Mind abides in natures gifting wistful you drift among delights that seem to have no tangible sight but in
Reality it is all there is to see but this is basking sight it is the renowned that is hard to express indulgent
Decadent what and who could make such gifts of indescribable beauty must be someone some place
That breaks out of all bounds of understanding feel like worshiping go ahead then you enter a hidden
Stream that waits and creates moments for the very purpose and you thought you were the only one
That feels alone what if you filled the universe the blackest deepest void and all that responded when
You spoke was the profoundest dark silence truly a house is not home and other worlds make no
Pretense they don’t weep they don’t laugh they can’t touch soothe or give comfort they brood not in
The forest mist and with knowing eyes say I feel your pain never do they exclaim awe when trees pierce
Heavens heights and their shade never evokes joy like it does from way down deep that plays on your
Face a masterful musician alone can embark on this kind of trip of wonder an instrument with a bow
Can call on emotional stores that trade on petals of flowers with droplets of rain in their essence a
Miniature world is pondered doth not the scribe find mighty scrolls abroad they spell and thrill even
Kings and wise men that have such diverse knowledge but they are left speechless at the door of
Wonder nature quietly expands its riches are more than what you see or feel you have traveled to the
Marvel and habitation of all creation welcome my child come and set by your Father I will tell you of
Future wonders that you and I will explore I promise you will never be bored and lonely will be for ever.......

Banished by perfect love
Anonymous

The Gap, Australia

#3917 Feb 11, 2013
The rising moon sheds light

on a similar soul

tarnished and pitted as much

as the hovering rock above it,

rising from the dust that shines in the warm midnight air

that pervades with a vibrant sense of life and learning.

This soul can become smooth,

refined by the furnaces that it has sat in for so long,

waiting for a touch to shape it

to fix the crooked, mishapen bits-

A thought ingintes,

burning away cobwebs and shadows

raging like wildfire through a conciousness

that sat like an empty house

ready for demolition,

returned by the burst of fire and passion

of an extinguished life rekindled.

Underneath the starlight,

hope and flames intertwine

in a glorious reckoning

of past, present and future-

Wings flap as hard as they can,

destined to lift the sagging esteem

and broken promises

off the ground into the beauteous glory of the waiting beyond.

A secret smile plays;

no one can see this-

a fireworks show meant only for me,

a flustered game of chance until now,

when I found myself

and remembered the truth-

I can be the phoenix of my own ruins.

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