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Breathe!!
Breathe to live
Live to experience
Experience and explore
Explore to learn
Learn to understand
Understand to let go
Let go and embrace
embrace this journey
Cause this journey is all I got
For fuck sake.....
Learn to breathe!!
Said the conscience to the ego
Said the spirit to the mind
There was a bear that bore no hair
So not much of a bear or was he?
After all, he was a bare bear
and so twice the bear
as a bear that's fuzzy
Strange are my ways
I am a strange creature
In grief I laugh
it has to happen
why cry
be happy he/she
passed by
when all enjoy
I cry
no,
the tears are not of sadness
but joy
glad they also laugh
like I do always
else most Humans
I see are humourless
So being a stranger creature
is fun
All out of fear
are on the run
fear I alone shun
beg no pardon
Visions In The Fire
I sense a culmination
in close approximation
it brings a shudder
this sensation
of expected expiration
like embers glowing
in the campfire
soon to burn out
like dying note of
polished lyre
I note the winds have changed
carrying smoke
and fallen leaves
with the changing season
my heart grieves
and yearns for
lost days gone by
the ghosts that fly
in the face of
our handful of tomorrows
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Just for Weirdelf's workshop. This is the first poem I ever wrote, it makes me cringe to read it and I want to edit it like mad, but here it is.
The thread of time, that yarn
It started to uncoiling,
while my wandering eye
was all about and spoiling,
it's tight wedded twine.
I have un-threaded, re-threaded,
unspooled, weaved in and out of waiting rooms,
spun out the line, up sweating hills,
of girth, and down cobbled streets
to ancient tombs, cold in earth.
Always, always uncoiling to here,
He watching, starting, stopping,
rewinding time, re-starting,
recoiling, again, again, seeking
a refund, of all his lost line.
Have you heard of the creature that prowled in the wood?
And frightened the people and stole half their food
Then off went a huntsman with all his brave men
To hunt for the creature, but never again
Some men returned; others did not
For it wasn't the creature, but they that were sought
This was written when I was 13, in 1964, more than 3 years before the Tet offensive in 1968. It is the first poem I wrote.
O, that the child was ne’er conceived at all
nor yet excessive tell his birthing cries
cast not of God, but else God’s nearest ties.
Without he live, none founder ‘neath the pall.
Mankind in bliss and ne’er to ween the crawl,
despairing of lost joy, lamentful sighs
of liberty so failed no hopes disguise
the base unyielding curse of his enthrall.
White Gods of Hell in lapse for he did come!
Pale traitors felled betraying Dire Prince
held bleak aloft in dark the faltered chain.
Sitting not so late at night
in my worn reclining chair,
moon through the window shining bright,
new home settling here and there.
Cool spring air comes through the screen
embracing this old southern man
with familiar scents and sounds unseen
soothing me as it, only, can.
The radio is turned down low
with oldies from my days of youth
before I saw first forest grow,
before I'd learned a single truth.
A rarity indeed,
Certainly a strange expression this day in June
The sun breathes light upon the newly softened ground
A sunset, awe inspiring, halts me in progress
I reflect, stare, gaze in quiet contemplation
Peace befalls me, calms me, envelops me
In my mind's eye I see memories,
Special times shared
Pink flows to purple
This time, this place slowly fading
Please don't go. But, alas, I know you must
it sets
Turning inward
Sadness