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brian madden
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since 2000-05-06
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ireland

0 posted 2000-06-29 01:34 PM


The yellow hue of golden sun
rising from eastern tides breaks the waves
of the icy winter canals, shifting the seas
and stirring my head from sleepless dreams.
My eyes shut in the black of night, blink cautiously
venturing to filter dawn's brilliant light.
The wind chimes on light breeze dance in gaiety,
eagerly kissing the white exposures of early morning.
Blue shades of shadow and twilight still yearn for their moment,
they hang as phantoms cowering from the blazing rays of Solaris.
Fold the blanket bury the bed and commit myself to day.

Bathe in transparencies, and drown the tiredness
in my bathroom sink. It is like rebirth, the shedding of dead
skin under the tsunami of tap water. My razor
hacks against my skin sculpting a fresh face.
The ritual ended and my daylight persona in place
I have the freedom to celebrate the mundane.
My palm placed against the against window
fingers parted to shift light into prism beams.
The droplets of colour processes facilely
on my retina developing in Kodak clarity.
it's these simple pleasures that let me live.

I bow my head, as noon fades further into recession.
Evening is dead time, each hour becomes a storm of raven insanity.
The interior is bleached in twilight, fluorescent blue
warms my corner where I sit naked with my phobias.
It flashes irrelevant pictures on its surfaces, commercial happiness
and life unattainable. They call this entertainment. Fictionalised
reality soaks my mind, with flat lifeless impressionists.
I turn from the madness, face the sky, allow imagination to drift.
Breaking through a blood sky, golden twilight merges in an amber wash
acrylic tones and spiralling textures knitted in the fabric of everything,  
contrasts collide, waging an intense imploding love upon a canvas of pantheism.

"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. " Vincent Van Gogh

"monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder" Manic street preachers



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Lost Dreamer
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since 1999-06-20
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Somewhere near the Rainbow
1 posted 2000-06-29 05:24 PM


Brian, You render me speechless, all I can get out is fabulous writing my friend, let me think and I'll be back.  
kelieth
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since 2000-06-12
Posts 314
Normal IL - USA
2 posted 2000-06-30 07:57 AM


Such vivid imagery of a day.  Descriptive and complete whole and deep.  Enjoyable piece.

Kevin

"Anything is possible with patience, time is the tool use it to reach your goals."

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374
ireland
3 posted 2000-07-01 06:48 AM


LD, thanks for your wonderful reply. please get back to me, I would love to here any further comments. thanks again.

Kevin, imagery wise I have to thank someone, Vicent Van Gogh, and in a smaller way Kirt Douglas. I watched the film Lust for life about Van Gogh before writing this poem. Alot of the images are inspired by the film.
"a storm of raven insanity," "flat lifeless impressionists". and of course the last three lines. THanks for your wonderful reply.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

childomine
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since 2000-01-25
Posts 818
st. petersburg, FL
4 posted 2000-07-01 09:23 AM


This is awesome Brian.  The last line really struck me - "...waging an intense imploding love upon a canvas of pantheism."

...Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is....
Black Eagle
Oglala Sioux holy man


ellie LeJeune
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since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156
King of Prussia, PA USA
5 posted 2000-07-01 03:25 PM


Brian: You have painted a picture with all the colors of your poetic palet. This poem captured me completely. I love the way you use so many descriptive words that ebb and flow perfectly. Ellie

Summers haunting melody
that awakens
the butterflies,
calling them to join
the dance
in their silent song
of praise to God.

ellie LeJeune


Stotty
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since 2000-06-06
Posts 29

6 posted 2000-07-01 07:27 PM


Brain,
A truly stunning poem, it captured my imagination vividly.  Your poems are meaningful and in one word -EXCELLENT!  
I cannot begin to write poetry, however I love reading your poems and visiting this site!  
Keep writing!
Kind regards - Michelle Stott

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554

7 posted 2000-07-01 11:55 PM


The yellow hue of golden sun
rising from eastern tides breaks the waves
of the icy winter canals, shifting the seas
and stirring my head from sleepless dreams.
My eyes shut in the black of night, blink cautiously
venturing to filter dawn's brilliant light.
The wind chimes on light breeze dance in gaiety,
eagerly kissing the white exposures of early morning.
Blue shades of shadow and twilight still yearn for their moment,
they hang as phantoms cowering from the blazing rays of Solaris.
Fold the blanket bury the bed and commit myself to day.
--------------
WOW...
when I said I wanted to write "pretty"...
you HAD already...*smile*
excellent Bri..
ya out did yourself on your own challenge  
later-painter-poet-gator
eve

What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly
~LaoTzeTao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~


brian madden
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since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374
ireland
8 posted 2000-07-03 01:34 PM


childomine, thanks for your wonderful response. That is also my favourite line in the poem.

ellie, thanks for your wonderful reply and your support, it means alot.

Stotty, I hope you will try your hand at some poetry. Thanks for reading and for your beautiful words.

Janet Marie, I know people will think that I wrote this poem before I set the challenge, honestly I didn't. Thanks for your beautiful words. I know that my pretty words pale in the presence of yours, when your muse is back you prove me right.



A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Honeybee
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since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA
9 posted 2000-07-03 05:51 PM



Brian, my Irish bud...as always you are the master of words.  Reading this poem, the words just flow off of my tongue like meliflulous poetry, perfect flow and beautiful I might add!  I stand in awe of this poem, you have a rare talent indeed.  Can I borrow your mind to write mine? LOL  
Oh puh-leeease, how much do you want, a million dollars?  

Take care,
Melissa Honeybee


The beauty of poetry gives me wings to fly

Lost Dreamer
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since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464
Somewhere near the Rainbow
10 posted 2000-07-04 12:33 PM


Brian, I'm back and I'm still speechless, but I will force some thoughts out. Well, now I can't scroll down to grab what I'm thinking. Basically I have to say you're a master of description, I'm in awe. I tried to read this poem to my husband tonight, I wanted to share your brilliant intellect. Basically he just "smiled and turned away"...LOL He's not into poetry. So anyway getting back to, oh no, where am I?...LOL Yes, over praising Brian for a job well done. Bottom line is, I love it!  
monique
Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369
Louisiana
11 posted 2000-07-04 12:41 PM


Man, Monsieur,
if i could write like you
I would be in heaven
Your poem is kaleidoscopic

monique

chibi_dragon
Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 58

12 posted 2000-07-05 06:17 PM


Well done, Brian. The truths within us must be revealed.
--the cute dragon
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked."
Allen Ginsberg, from the poem "Howl"


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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648

13 posted 2000-07-05 09:26 PM


You are a fantastic writer, Brian! This one is filled with wonderful images and great lines. My favorite, if I had to pick just one would be: 'I have the freedom to celebrate the mundane.' I love that!

Denise

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374
ireland
14 posted 2000-07-06 01:31 PM


Melissa, wow thanks for your beautiful words. "meliflulous" checks dictionary...oh that is good. Thanks again..I am grinning and blushing all at once.

Lost Dreamer, I know what these none poetry types are like. Maybe one day we can convert them. LOL. Thanks for your wonderful comments. sincerest thanks.

monique, thank you my friend.

chibi_dragon, I agree the truth should be heard in all its glory. I love those lines from the Howl. though I am way to lazy to read all of the poem, maybe someday. Thanks for your wonderful reply.

dsnyder, totally blushing here..it is so hard to humble here. thanks for your wonderful response.  

  


A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

midnightblues
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since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597
Singapore
15 posted 2000-07-08 12:55 PM


Hi Brian! This is astounding! Reading the poem itself is a challenge for me...mundane pleasures credit you for being appreciative, so do I. Love it! *S*

If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues™

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