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A poem of love

I am an angry person. 

often.

Let me tell you a story. 

There is a mountain

on the East coast of Australia, near Byron Bay.

Because it is so tall it gets the morning sun before the coast does.

To be there at sunrise you have to climb the mountain starting at four am. 

It is a hard climb.

I heard someone crying.

Realised it was me.

It was hard. 

But to be the first person in Australia to see the morning sun

it was worth it. 

It is more.

It is a spiritual experience. 

I flew with kookaburra,

I felt the spirit of the mountain. 

I felt the numinous. 

Yes, I know beauty and love. 

 

I am a shaman, poet warrior, with love.

 

 


— weirdelf, Oct 27, 2008

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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tbeaudet

tbeaudet

17 years 7 months ago

With all due respect

and with much to learn about this site. Is this a poem? Most of it is, and what I detect to be the 'poetic' parts are beautiful. Then there is a kind of rebuttal in the beginning, and then requests and referrals at the end. My humble opinion is to make this the poem only. Tom
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

too right. Will edit

thanks for constructive criticism. Was a bit peeved when I wrote it. Don't like being defined. Will remove or rewrite the rebuttal. What do you think about "read my other poems" instead of naming them? cheers, Jess
tbeaudet

tbeaudet

17 years 7 months ago

the last line should be

Yes, I know beauty and love. Just my opinion. That will make the reader wanting to read more of your work, or just perhaps suggest other works in your replies to the fine comments poems like this are sure to recieve. Tom
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andyk

17 years 7 months ago

here here Tom

A traveller walked into a tavern and as he stood at the counter waiting to be served blew on his cold hands. The devil, sitting close by, asked why he blew on his hands. The traveller replied tp warm them as they are cold. A short time later the man raised a spoonfull of soup to his mouth and blew on it before drinking the contents. The devil asked "why do you blow that?". The traveller replied "to cool it". The devil shook his head and walked out saying "I can`t deal with people who blow hot and cold with the same mouth" Your comments are sometimes caustic and at times undeserved but you do have the talent to write. Comments, at times, are made without full knowledge. Concentrate on the poem. Tom has it about right, no need to add further. Best regards. I am interested in your shamnic credentials.
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Read his Watermana, Jess

Read his Watermana, Jess also produced a youtube on it. Everything you ever wanted to know but were afraid to ask. Like your story... I have one too. It's called the Tenth Man The 'Tenth Man' Story http://www.weiwuwei.8k.com/tmstory.html You know the quaint story of the ten monks travelling together from one Master to another, in search of the enlightenment they had failed to obtain? Crossing a river in flood, they were separated by the swift current, and when they reached the other shore, they reassembled and one counted the others to make sure that all were safely across. Alas, he was only able to count nine brothers. Each in turn counted the others, and each could only count nine. As they were weeping and bewailing their drowned brother, a passing traveller on his way to the nearest town, asked what their trouble was and, having counted them, assured them that all ten were present. But each counted again, and the traveller being unable to persuade them, left them and went on this way. Let us continue the story: Then one monk went to the river-side in order to wash his tear-stained face. As he leant over a rock above a clear pool he started back and, rushing to his nine fellow-monks, he announced that he had found their poor drowned brother at the bottom of a pool. So each in turn went over to the rock in question and, leaning over, looked into the depths of the pool. When all had seen their poor drowned brother, whom, owing to the depth of the pool, they could not reach, they celebrated a funeral service in his memory. The passing traveller, returning from the town, asked them what they were doing and, when he was told, pointed out to them, and assured them, that since each had celebrated his own decease, and since all had celebrated the decease of each, one and all they were well and truly dead. On learning this each monk was instantly awakened, and ten fully enlightened monks returned to their monastery to the intense delight of their grandmotherly old Master. Note: Each monk found the answer to the Open Secret, which the Traveller had missed because he did not know that it was a secret. The Tenth Man is the only man: there is no other. ________________
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

aye

I would leave out the referrals, personally. Or if need be, put them in the 'more info' thing. Just the "I, too, know of love and beauty" should suffice. Really enjoyed your journey up the mountain. Few things compare to just looking up at the color-smudged sky. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes, and you look so polished from your hair down to your toes. Ah, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose after all." - Billy Joel
Rett

Rett

17 years 7 months ago

I agree with Jess, Jess, Tom, andyk and Anna

I also agree on the last line being "I, too, know of love. Quite and interesting write and after tightening up the lines, shaving and breaking some of the longer ones and revising the items that Tom and Jess mentioned, it will be damn fine! This is something I wrote a long time ago that has a message to it. A moral if you will. It was after I came through some bad times and discovered the real person I am. I tend to love parables also. rebirth Once I was lost within myself Darkness was all to see Then I found the doorway out And there I met up with me. Respectfully, Rett: "You want change? Let's elect a president and give him total power for a year. At the end of one year he is marched out into the middle of Reliant Stadium in Houston and locked in with 50,000 of the American people. Let them decide
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

LOL, let the leaders do the fighting

even against 50,000, they got the power don't they? I have always had love, and anger. This is my first real poem for a while and is naturally rusty. Thanks for all the help. Will work on it. I guess I been doing too much commenting and not enough poetry. It can make you cranky. Let's face it, most of it is crap. Read a truly badly written poem recently that was so heartwrenching I vomited. Oh people, please read good poetry! Hallmark poetry is like spitting in God's face. Reading good poetry will improve your own. If you have been around this site for a while you will have seen the astounding improvement in many poets. I won't name names because I might leave people out. But two I must name. Barbara Writes and Docmaverick. Love you all, even the ones I hate. 8) No warrior has the courage of a poet, cheers, Jess
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 7 months ago

Oh My

Oh my what a honorable mention, thanks Jess appreciate that, though I didn't thinks I was that good, but like hearing it. *S* Climbing poetic mountains are as wonderful as I hear mountain climber say literal mountain are reaching the top and seeing the sunrise of poetry is a beautiful love.(Though I have no desire to climb literal mountains LOL). Love is love and I feel the love here in you poem (true poetry) and not because of the compliment, but because I think it is one of you greatest work. Honest opinion Respectfully Yours, Barbara
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

revisions

Jess, the revisions came out really nice. I agree with Barb, this is turning into one of your finest works. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"The fortunes of fables are able To see the dawn Now witness the quickness with which We get along To sing the blues you've got to live the dues and Carry on." - CSN&Y
Mark

Mark

17 years 7 months ago

Damn ! Whatever !

If there is something obscure there, I did't see it, still don't nor care. I love the mountains and the exotic places (or tropics). Face value is what I know (at least at first). I am envious of your access to these places Jess and very much enjoyed the poem or write. I have trouble telling the not poems sometimes (if in fact that is what this is) but that is me. Thanks for the trip. Mark Man thinks this.
Mark

Mark

17 years 7 months ago

A bit deaper

I like how you say you are human as in possesing the emotions we all share. Mark Man thinks this.
theladyblue

theladyblue

17 years 7 months ago

ahhhh...

anger, love, greed, self sacrifice, and a raw spirituality...what more does a poem need my friend?... to quote you,'No warrior has the courage of a poet,'...thank you for that gem... With Love, <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..."
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

thank you Emarie

Sometimes I expose myself (poetically, not physically) without meaning to and am always surprised by the results. I hate defining myself but can not deny being a warrior poet. To be clear, there are 3 kinds of fighters (maybe more) warriors, soldiers and mercenaries. In order of spiritual value. Warriors are protectors. cheers, Jess
theladyblue

theladyblue

17 years 7 months ago

hmmm...

curious to know where I would stand in the ranks...many more thoughts to ponder... <3 Emarie p.s. thanks for the (explanation) lol that could have been a very disturbing statement otherwise lol @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..."
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

It's not that complicated.

Warriors fight to protect their tribe, their loved ones, including us tribe of poets, soldiers follow orders without asking questions (however wrong), mercenaries are evil killers. It's not a male/female thing. I would rather face a well armed mercenary than a mother protecting her child. But then again I would never threaten a child, so I am safe from warriors but not soldiers or mercenaries. I am going to raise the name of my favourite opponent on this site, Tbidet and suggest he would be a soldier, no matter how how wrong the cause if his country told him to. This is I find repugnant. cheers, Jess
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

Just to add to that,

many Americans become soldiers to get out of the trailor parks and advance themselves. Good on them. The country is at fault, not them. cheers, Jess
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Fault? Is that a victimless

Fault? Is that a victimless crime? There's at least 2 sides to every story. The grunts often are those who *see* no option in life except to *serve & fight* and so often are maimed mentally or physically if they do not die for their country. However, even though generational poverty and/or lack of education seem to set up the individual to make that life choice, it is the individual who takes that journey. Is it a choice? Is there really free will? ~A
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Btw every time i revisit

Btw every time i revisit this poem i have a deeper connection with you, Australia and my own anger, nay rage at times. ~A
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

not surprised

love is all and all is love. There is so much ignorant hatred here. But like I said to emarie I love American people, only have a problem with the country. Wish I could visit you all. Except the bidet. I simply don't understand how I can love you yet many of you think I hate you because your country. The aboriginals hate us with good reason, we also interfere with other countries. The people are not the country. love is all and all is love, Jess
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

some of us were born

some of us were born *strange* the outer fringe, always out on a limb... and ahead of the curve.... our hearts beating to a different drum, as it were. I never knew about the ethnic *cleansing* practice of taking *darkies* children away from parents..until I saw the movie, *Rabbit-Proof Fence*. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit-Proof_Fence_(film) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbit-proof_fence Here's some info for others. http://www.janesoceania.com/australia_aborigines_children/index1.htm
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

I truly tear up thinking about that movie.

I can hardly type for tears. The white races have so much to be accountable for. Sometimes I want to take a potato peeler to my white skin, but that would be pointless. All I can do is make what amends I can. cheers, Jess
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Me thinks you’re a scamp &

Me thinks you're a scamp & a scoundrel as well as a bedeviled and adored elf, *waves pitchfork on this side of the Atlantic...* I won't touch the bidet thingy. cheerios, ~A
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

that is one funky photo

An eyeball done as a perfect reflection of itself. Too cool.. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"If your mother still drives you to school, you ain't no 'gangsta', pull your damn pants up!" - Bill Engvall
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 7 months ago

Jess...

truly enjoyed your poem, I read it after the revisions... I find it easy to relate to... in my younger days I used to "rock climb".. so much loved getting to the top and taking it in... sunrise in Australia must be beautiful.. there are some truly beautiful sights to be held in America as well... and from the top of a mountain every thing seems clearer... cleaner... and more accessible... fancy that! Richard
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

I never doubted it for a

I never doubted it for a moment, Jess. Ramakrishna: "Just as one hashish smoker recognises another, a lover of God recognises another." Hugs of love and goodnight to all. ~A
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poewriter58

17 years 7 months ago

Jess

Excellent writing here. Your use of metaphor( as I see it) Is is outstanding. I read and felt these words "I too know beauty and love" Very profound you just day so much in one sentence Chrys
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 7 months ago

Jess,

congrads on the spotlight, this is a beautiful piece of work. this brings out all the strength and vulnerability of being a human being. this is the way I wish I could write. Your the man! thanks, Fast Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose de Diego
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Tink

17 years 7 months ago

Thanks Jess, I really

Thanks Jess, I really enjoyed reading this - took my back to when i got married (on the beach at sunset in Hawaii) the only "thing" we didn't do was climb the volcano, had to get up at 4am to do, we didn't. After reading this piece, i know now what we missed and i'm sorry we missed it. The journey itself would have been worth it. The rest, a bonus. that's where your piece took me anyway. thanks for sharing and all of your help.
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 7 months ago

Love Poems

hello Amazing journey my friend. I have been here a few times myself and see the wonder as if i am the first and only one to see this vision. A few maountains i have climed to be greeted with his heaven. Maybe you could take a look a a few of my poems I want you on my buddy list. Echo of the Acients Storm A beautiful day other poems there are so many. I just love being out in nature being one with the standing people. Up in the mountains untouched by human hand. Just love it. My space where no one can enter as i am the only one to find the time portal.
tbeaudet

tbeaudet

17 years 7 months ago

Janice

Please stop. Let's all start anew. It's over, please let it go. Thanks, Tom
Rottiestyl

Rottiestyl

17 years 5 months ago

Jess,I am going to ignore

Jess, I am going to ignore some of the first comments on this poem because in my not ever humble opinion the first comment was wrong. True - his opinion - true I fight for that right incessantly (as you know). . . HOWEVER (You knew it was coming, yes?)As I read this POEM I stood behind you weary as you climbed. Yes, this is a poem and no It is not rusty. The shear thought of going to the hardest point in life (not all of life is rock hard. There are some wide ledges to rest on from time to time) and scaling it with a time frame is called determination, vision and heart. Leave the piece alone. I like feeling the first steady breath you take atop the mountain and the first sigh of awe as the sun suddenly says hello for one split second to only you brings. By the way. . .Merry Christmas (I am in NO way politically correct) Missed ya. This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

nice to meet your

nice to meet your acquaintance Rott and Weiler, however, this property is condemned... there is no room at the top... or in the inn... but in the 7th Inn of Happiness... out on a limb... the lark sings. sorry i get hi-jacked every once in a while. ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
Rottiestyl

Rottiestyl

17 years 5 months ago

Lol! I do EXACTLY the same

Lol! I do EXACTLY the same thing. Those little creatures in my head hijack and otherwise move the furniture on me from time to time. Nice to meet you! This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler
docmaverick

docmaverick

17 years 5 months ago

A poem of Love...

....is exactly that, in this "reader's eye". To treasure something sooo much that one would feel honored to endure the grief connected in obtaining it, well...that's just gotta be love! Thanks to you Jess for the write, and the comment on my improving, but I must point out to all, that my improvement as a poet was greatly due to a certain wierdelf...oh, and also my spellchecker. Warmest regards, docmaverick. The chains that bound me to my inner gravity, are lying empty on the floor. The rules that were my master, can't control me, anymore... ....compliments of a wierdelf. docmaverick...page 3...third to the last poem. (Called, "You Did It")
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rainbow

17 years 5 months ago

What can I say that has not

What can I say that has not been said by all these people before me. I passed through Byron bay once. I must go there again some day and I will relay this poem back into my head. just wait and see. A very lovely passionate read.
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 5 months ago

Wollumbin (Mt Warning)

Is traditionally a site excluded to females and non-warriors. I believe the spirit of the place is still there but has got used to decades of trespass. To approach it with respect, climb in the early hours to arrive before sunrise, always keeping an attitude of respect to its warrior nature. I think that is ok. cheers, Jess "A poet's work: to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep." Salman Rushdie
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Aden Recreated

17 years 5 months ago

I read this in my head and

I read this in my head and it sounded okay. I read it aloud and it sounded better that way. Awesome work! "Your warm and schizophrenic heart" --L'Âme Immortelle, "Lake of Tears" --Aden Recreated
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Nem0x

17 years 3 months ago

Bravo!

i personally*didnt spell that to right did i?* think this one is great! bravo man bravo. the one thing i didnt understand was the "i am an angry person" part. but part from that i think it was awesome! :D
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 3 months ago

Still a great poem

The I am a angry person part seems to me to be how you felt when first started to write this. Then the rest of the poem was your way of dealing with angry at that moment. Climbing to the top of the mountain that time of morning to see a beautiful sunrise would certainly take mind away from anger for the moment. I am usually stressing about something when I start to write, so that's how I related when I first read this great piece. The glory of god speaks volume through his creations. My feeling though I understand yours *S* ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
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LiquidSunshine

16 years 10 months ago

Truely moving.

I found this really moving, you took me to the top of that mountain with you when i read this. I know exactly what it feels like to experience.. no 'live' true beauty. and yes that is what it feels like. alomst agonising, yet so blissful, it truely does bring you to tears. Thank you for letting me re-live that moment. Kind regards Talia.
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 10 months ago

thank you Talia,

so glad it can be shared Cheers, Jess “Anarchism, really stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government.” Emma Goldman
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Jess

Our feet have mirrored I have stood on that same mountain and maybe its where poets are born here ... I lived in ballina for a while and used to drive up to byron every other day ... going through your oldies I had wanted to for months ... hey you inspire me so shoot me lmao love and hugs Jayne x x
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

pmsl Funny buggar .. I am

pmsl Funny buggar .. I am just glad I can read you again I missed having your poems to read ... and I promise to hide my guns lol love and hugs Jayne x x
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

16 years 5 months ago

Jess

Nice surprise to read and see you again in my email, still my favorite poem of yours, ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara