INNER GRACE Sharing the path is hard for some to whom life has not gifted with joy; the resident resilience of spirit is the mechanism that houses their heart, while love waits longingly, just outside consciousness and upstream of awareness. Gently tendered while gruffly guarded, an offered oasis can give peace for a small interval, just long enough for eyes to close. What heaven awaits the sentient sentiment? Angels hover in restless anticipation of the spirit?s surrender, holding apart their blessing from their joy; no cost goes uncounted in the perilous perimeter suspended between earth and afterlife. Lingering long in the shades of memory, a life is not assessed by length nor counted by the number of tears left falling in its watery wake; its value is truly scaled by the smiles of those left behind.
Posts made by Earthmom1952
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
AUDIENCE OF ONE The minstrel?s heart was tuneless, lost to song and dance; what love he?d had was lost now, without a backward glance. He?d given it to a snow queen, with beauty in her wintry smile; he hadn?t seen her cold cunning, the ice behind her style. He?d sat with her and warmed her, giving body heat as a gift, not seeing her frozen, jaded heart had long ago been put adrift. He came to save her from her fate, just hoping she would care, but the ice that blazed all through show she had nothing left to share. A newly lame ballerina watched the minstrel in his fight, and she could only shudder as he slowly lost the light; another kind of freezing was locking up his soul, and she raged against the madness that had doubled his control. No love is ever perfect, no love is ever kind, no love is ever placid, or easy yet to find; no love ever surrenders, even when it hurts, no love is ever declined. It?s easy to remember, when shadows sun in place, the last of storied splendor, the ancient days of grace. And so the prophet lingers, a dreamer and a fool, masquerading as a wise man, using wisdom to be cruel.
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RE: Whats Your Fav Poems/Poets?
Definitely a Shakespeare hound, here; I started reading the Bard when I was quite small, and it's a taste I've kept through the years. I also enjoy reading new poets, people who arrive without fanfare but whose gift with words is magical. That's why I belong to poetry.com!
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RE: The Because Thread
A HAIKKU BECAUSE.... Because the wind blows cold with fresh frostiness, small flakes appear much larger.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
BURNING The light that casts no shadow has me in its spell; discernment lost in memory that makes a sort of shell, and yet the spectre haunts me, a deep and lonely well show apparitional images astray before they fell. The light that casts no shadow mourns its lonely fate, while scattering like a dancer whose entrance is too late; the burning never touches the feet that celebrate the steps that never falter, moves that never date. The light that casts no shadow slips lightly like a thread not bending or receding, nor listening to what is said; no hesitance impedes it, not wounds long after bled, it wanders like somnabulists who will not find a bed. The light that casts no shadow has no place to dwell, not pockets of the mountains, not the shadiest of dell, not knowing any greeting, not even plain farewell, it wanders all unknowing between paradise and hell.
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RE: Beginnings and endings
Ideal or idyll, who can say? Chance is the friend beckoning both to travel the long and winding road.
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RE: "I am and I was"
The world whispers when silence threatens its colours-- only the leaves fall.
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RE: The Because Thread
Because Bruce died six years ago yesterday.... Because I am tired beyond imagining...... because I need more words than I can currently call to memory...
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
HOW HAS YOUR DAY BEEN? Riding a new dragon every time I breathe fire, threaded hotly with the passion for an unjust ending?s scorching vindication, I find no comfort in the steely scales of the hide covering the swift mode I have chosen for my justice; an incendiary sense of sorrow cannot conceive the stony fracture each dragon?s caresses distribute upon landing when the sulphured air is sated by their belches. Wounds there are, even across the frozen-hearted and steal-souled; the blinded healers called me mad, and left dancing on diamonds and sipping tears? salty bouquet.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
A BRUCE MOMENT All I needed was a moment, singular and fearless, to learn to love you, to know beyond question that you were my future, whole and complete; one second, you were nameless, the next, I was all yours. I have cried for you, about you, because of you, but not because you wanted to make me cry. I have felt a canopy of emotion as you surrounded me with all that you were and offered all you would become. When the rains came and the storms threatened to take us away from each other, you never gave up on me or held my flaws against me. Why should I not see beauty and near-perfection when I look into your eyes? Tiring of questions I lie quiescent in your arms, soothed by the raindrops falling in rhythm with the beat of your heart.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
AN ATTEMPT TO BE YOUR LIGHT I am standing here inside your darkness, wanting only to heal your confusion, lacking only in my skill. I was your summer passion, your blazing partner; in all our oxidation, we never expected we would feel autumn?s chill. I loved you with all my springtime heart and its blooming innocence? in too early winter, I love you still.
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AT SEA WITH THE WIND Cradled within your love, I sail across the sky like a shooting star at sunset, seen only by a few at the right time in the right place; laughing with freedom, I soar away from earthlock to boundaries set by my heart. You liberate me only to hold me in the sweetest thrall, and I glory in the confines of your binding.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
A bright new star creeps forward wishing on people who sleep making the circuits laugh backward at the small discrepancy of what dreams are made of.
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RE: The Because Thread
Because, for all we know we know nothing Because, in the end comes the beginning Because, as always, all we need is love.
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RE: Beginnings and endings
If I knew what I was doing if he knew just what I thought if tomorrow didn't remember if what was sold could not be bought If the daystream of the nightflower joined every moment of the fight a breath would be the catalyst a continual stream of light If he heard what I was saying if I'd left all that unsaid death would be the living and we'd all go back to bed.
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ANGELS? WINGS How will I feel when the moment?s over? What will I do when it ends? What crucial part of myself will be lost, as so many times I?ve lost friends? A silver hell lurks with the demons all freed, given over by rainbows when luster went spare; some other enchantment acidly dines on my heart. Apathy or greed, who will care? Inelegance lingers along with the pain, as dignity shreds into grief; the sequential march of intimate agony offers no hope for relief. Crying, they tell me, lessens the load; Someday I?ll remember I tried. The water, however, stays safe in my skin, a burden that I can abide. If ever after was possible, I?d hold without moving, and the ache would be lost in the view; I could give up forever to stay in this minute, to share sixty seconds with you.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
Thanks, everyone. Having friends helps. And just so you know....he is as near as my next breath. He always was. He always will be.
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RE: The Because Thread
Because we 'have only this moment.... Because I've missed so many before it....... Because all you need is love.
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RE: I LOVE POEMS
love2travel:
That is so beautiful Earthmother... your husband is lucky that you feel that way... and I'm sure he is lucky to have you too.
Unfortunately, he died in January 2005; he was an amazing man, and I miss him more and more, rather than adjusting to him being gone. I think he felt the same way I did, but I wish he was still here to tell me so. On the other hand, he's free now, free of a body that limited him and hurt him beyond any adequate description, and I can't regret that. I just miss him, y'know?
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RE: The Because Thread
Because my granddaughter cried... because my daughter needs.... because, perhaps, of James Bond....