Open Poetry #32 |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Watch out! Weekend shamans sing their alma maters Opinions of early history books, merciless of valley people Hosts peer, quietly, students of internal truth, per say… Inspiring potential in manifestos, clearing pathways Ranging connection to their place, parents of a native wealth But for pop culture catch phrases, growling Resides within the land and those grand mosaics of summer evenings Of horse backgrounds, with ideal audiences, birthing roaming colts Whisperers of visionary and their early deaths Born to fight the coldness of lungs and growing dark Every morning at daybreak, we dig a certain place In deliberate spin…undercutting the masks of children Early life was meek, subtle imagery, their letters inescapable Cemented within personas, of high culture, land’s life Growth of best sellers…conscious ghosts which reunite Their weapons carved of stone and things that count Wedding dates with degrees of success Touching life to life…their effects contacts dozens They strove with what they had In the end, their winds talked with crowds Filled with forgiving seconds, of medicine anointing cliffs There they sit, toes curled around their rocks My chest is thick with the eagle of pow wow A member at large, of blessed memories and fried bread Springs workshop in print, incorporated in earth With a note from the editor, & a tear in his eye Then, husbands never killed their wives He remembered the bear, fishing in the stream But the ritual was written and accelerates history The ancient mythological contributions to narratives Developed expanded meaning with an elixir of poppies Into the spirit world of arcane forces and rules of order Which refused all suitors…heaping many woolen blankets For when the sky became overcast There is not one alien force significant of tribe When in the end, our house is always made of dawn Learning mystery and the sight of what is Understood with obese significance Where water rises forever and on and on… We climb on the back of the sea, and ride henceforth Prayer foams a focal chronicle, the place where dreams are born Winter’s blood imprinting a paranormal, paired with poems The same way one collects hope Currents are strong, the salmon swims upstream To the bear who roars in his sleep, singing songs throughout the land Bout berries and the land’s secret strange scent of Strong hearted women Where the many swans of digital images live Where the sky blooms like an open peak Where the arrows of man, reaches the heart of the sky & smiles Where a south wind sits and never ceases to blow Where desire weaves with the trees opening like eagle wings And those evil forces, they cannot help but die Weekend shamans sing, "This is a Good Time" |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You and Noah (Mistletoe Angel) blow me out of the water with your rich language, vivid images and cascading thoughts. Another fascinating write! Linda |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gotta agree with EA here...aesome vocabulary and way of putting words together... I was highlighting favorite lines....too many to quote back |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Can't argue with the ladies..awesome, for sure. and such imagery of that time and place. Great writee Lee.. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, I need to get you to the Manitou Cave Dwellings - wonderful, this! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ If your alive and well it's a good time. Good morning sweet. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Your choice of words never fail to amaze me Lee....you are unique...thank you.. Goldenrose. Look for love and happiness... |
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