Open Poetry #38 |
Story from recent pip titles |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
(Just a "little something" I do to see what I can come up with) Poets … my friends … poets! I’m straying beyond the pale by going down to Chinatown where untouchable twilight nights and a soldier of love are listening to the sounds the angels make but getting from here to there needs one more prayer before the awakening. It’s a magical journey in this season of reality amidst the falling Universe and my perspective that speaks to me like voices in the autumn wood but there is no control when light breaks on the heart, the eyes, crying, “Come to me”. Can you hear me embracing life and painting the roses red in my fantasy re-write of lackluster dreams? It is a worthy dream of once more before away and gone. Look in my mirror without meaning to be beautiful today for loves sweet sorrow has an appetite for joy on the long road taken all the way to nowhere. But better to have a weekend at Baker Lane for meditation and peace thinking of us and not two virgins in a cage unruly and unobtainable until joy comes. A butcher showed me a way to write a poem to you from a body part and it was a memorable moment in time when I asked for a leg up if you please. Oh, just white dwarf philosophy on a precancerous cell night at Daddy’s table when I was thirsty but we were like daughters of kind not delight entwined. Just shut up if you want the truth about Tania! She saw a girl reflected in the eyes of a June bug and this twinkle from a smiler like one warm heart on the way to the vineyard waiting for a new member. There would be an introduction into the whatever on feast day if heaven could put the Eh in the Bee Cee but only when cat’s away and not standing on a wooden box in dayshirt lucidity saying, “I’m the man at the altar – dirty money accepted” . Shivers I’m still here sharing between the lines - my addiction of choice – the ultimate high but if my heart could cry it would be poetry’s saving grace because sometimes a pit bull saga and haiku to my dog are contrary to my love and the hard truth in the day after. Being dead – you? That would be the day! Come lust for understanding and no dying ivy – please! That’s as good as I can do now. Wishing you sweet dreams. Helen / 27 August 2006 |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I love it when you do these tributes. Thank you so very much for the time it takes in stringing these titles into beautiful revery! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen...Yep, I love these!! |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Brava Helen, this is fantastic!! I adored it! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
I love your poem tributes too Helen! Thank you and sweet dreams to you! |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Agreeing with all those before me. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Helen~ JTC !!! (Just too cool) ! 'If Heaven ...' has a condo for poets ... we shall all gather there in friendship~ *Huglets* +*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you all so much for reading and, Marge, I just know that no matter what is in heaven it will be beautiful as we ourselves will be! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Delightful ensemble of pipster pennings! I recognized most of them! A heap of reading, appreciation, and creativity went into the writing of this fascinating and entertaining read! Loves 'n Light 'n Laughs, Linda |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Linda! It's just a quick write when creativity is at a low ebb but I enjoy seeing how it all comes together. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I used to do these when I knew everybody and everybody knew me. You do it well! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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