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Speak (On the road)
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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Speak into my brother's eyes, deep compassion resonates within. He does not know me truly, recognising only a vague shadow I might cast for distraction yet he offers me shelter and nourishment, the soul food (loaves and fishes) a sweet eternal bread. I may sleep upon the floor, wherever I travel it is the same emotions that affect my perceptions therefore I will never reach any great destination having never moved at all. My final stop will be heaven or hell and at that who is say what lies beyond… With each sight I may witness I feel growth in my weary limbs, I thought they were set in place yet they spring and pull at my surprise, reacting to seeds of knowledge. Saplings explode upon myself, bearing an orchard of knowledge. For each new addition must there a sacrifice, unnoticed amnesia, is it that youth is but a phantom thread? and what of the winter when all trees turn to stone and stop growth yet I am still moving experiencing. Maybe everything is filed into reserves large libraries vast rows of every sorrow laugh and kiss filed and shelved. Speak, but chose my words carefully, as cards at a poker game. Yet in this game all the cards are blank safe for the Jokers. They are relentless butchers. Speak, I admit I have nothing much to say for I am akin with each word to voice a certain pain there is no productive reason for this it devalues every sweet blessing. True I may be trailing aimlessly, and the future may hold sharp cruelty but I am journeying! why am I just sitting here wasting time in speech when it is all out there. On the road and stepping forward down an unexplored highway my heart beats frantically though I may as of yet have no life mate there is so much unseen over the horizon everything I have not yet touched or tasted. That has to make one smile. ===== "I can believe a miracle because I can raise my own arm. I can believe a miracle because I can remember. I can believe it because I can speak and be understood by you". Ralph Waldo Emerson "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else" faster-Manic street preachers. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Speak into my brother's eyes, deep compassion resonates within. He does not know me truly, recognising only a vague shadow I might cast for distraction yet he offers me shelter --------------- I may sleep upon the floor, wherever I travel it is the same emotions that affect my perceptions therefore I will never reach any great destination having never moved at all. My final stop will be heaven or hell and at that who is say what lies beyond… With each sight I may witness I feel growth in my weary limbs, I thought they were set in place yet they spring and pull at my surprise, reacting to seeds of knowledge. Saplings explode upon myself, bearing an orchard of knowledge. For each new addition must there a sacrifice, unnoticed amnesia, is it that youth is but a phantom thread? ------------------- True I may be trailing aimlessly, and the future may hold sharp cruelty but I am journeying! why am I just sitting here wasting time in speech when it is all out there. On the road and stepping forward down an unexplored highway my heart beats frantically though I may as of yet have no life mate there is so much unseen over the horizon everything I have not yet touched or tasted. That has to make one smile. ------------------------ how cool is this..WAY COOL... awesome Bri... very deep ponderings... your doing some really honest self retrospect these days... a road trip down your soul of sorts and the Waldo quote is a perfect accent to this poem... way cool writing Bri-gator jm I think I could need - this in my life If you're gone - baby you need to come home there's a little bit of something me In everything in you MB20 |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"therefore I will never reach any great destination having never moved at all. " These lines just grabbed me Brian. The whole poem is extremely thought-provoking ... excellent work! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Brian, there is a long list of superb Irish authors. Your name being on that list would not diminish it in any way. This is excellent once again. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
I ditto Balladeer on that one.... Great work, brian... regards, sudhir |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
Very touching and heartfelt, just as poetry should be ... My fav passage ... For each new addition must there a sacrifice, unnoticed amnesia, is it that youth is but a phantom thread? and what of the winter when all trees turn to stone and stop growth yet I am still moving experiencing. Maybe everything is filed into reserves large libraries vast rows of every sorrow laugh and kiss filed and shelved. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi Jan, yes something seems to have surfaced recently. I am hoping it continues when I get a chance to write again. Thank you for your wonderful words. Kit, thank you for reading and replying.  Balladeer, I am blushing but quoting from a R.S Thomas poem "For the first twenty years you are still growing,Bodily that is: as a poet, of course, You still are not born yet." I am still learning Balladeer, thank you for very very generous words and support. Sudhir Iyer, thank you my friend for your continued support and beautiful words. MA Miller, Thank you for your lovely reply. I agree poetry should be touching and heartfelt. Gald that this poem fits the brief. Thank you. "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else" faster-Manic street preachers. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Really like following that road in your mind, Brian...this was very well done! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, Brian, very well done! I enjoyed the journey! Denise |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
THIS is poetry in a most exquisite form. IT has everything. Specific word phrasing, nothing is wasted, it follows smoothly, has definition, draws you in, is insightful, quite simply put I feel it is a journey of the spirit. Brian, this is wonderful. You have a fine talent. Kathleen |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
brian---here I am, late as usual... This is a full course meal of poetry, complete with wine...excellent! I would quote a favorite line or passage...but I believe they've all been voiced above...ditto.ditto.ditto.. Thanks, me Irish friend. |
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spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
Great Poem Brain very well done Rich |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Martie, you are welcome to journey the paths of my mind anything just stick to the main trail.LOL Thank you for your lovely reply. Denise, glad you enjoyed the tour another one will take place at 7.30 and again at 10. anyway thank you for your kind reply. Kathleen, I am blown a way by your response.I don't know what to say to such words, except that I fear for my ego. All I can say is thank you from the bottom of my heart for your response and continued support. serenity, you are never late. Just in time for desert in fact. LOL. Thank you for your very generous response. Rich, "Brain?" Has a nice ring to it. Though I believe it may be more of a typo than a compliment. anyway thank you for the lovely response. "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else" faster-Manic street preachers. |
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