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soul handset
I hear the sigh and whisper
breath against my heart
as the day turns dark
you the hunter of the spark
the hardcore scrapes
the soul crash stark
when you smile you glitter
melting all the ferocious
fears
and claim your mark
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Ian.T
Tue, 2012-03-13 10:48
Steve this has so much in
Steve this has so much in there, and that final time if If read it correctly, where as all things, we return.
Though I believe that the spark never dies, just the two lines I have pasted below.
Did you want to breathe in the first, and crashes in the second as crashes sounds correct ???? Yours as always and your pieces are top line there, young wanderer of words, Yours Ian.T
breath against my heart
the soul crash stark
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 12:49
Like your lines the best
sounds really good Ian!
Thank You!
author commentloved
Tue, 2012-03-13 12:36
I am perhaps A self styled poet of brevity
I am perhaps
A self styled poet of brevity
I love to say a few words
When one spews venom
and
perhaps be more intense
such is this poem
your smile overshadows all
in your lovely words
....''''when you smile you glitter
melting all the ferocious
fears.....'''
loved
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 12:53
My smile!!
good freind long ago one caught more flies with honey then with shit
and I found that comforting rather then disturbing
good diplmoacy gathers all together for a cause rather then a mob
agitator..anyway I prefer to incite good passion and poetry readers
and excite writers to create in energy of abundance not squash
them or kick them to a corner That happened to me long ago
and I prefer to choose not to share this behaviour with others
Especially those I view as my freinds! Thats just who I am
a rather good poet and a rather good person
Thank You for seeing this in me!!
and Loved...I admire your poetic responses
they make me think a lot!
amazing how a smile can discharge rancouer
and bad smell eh??
Thank Y ou!
author commentloved
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:14
I reciprocate
I reciprocate
‘‘‘I too admire your poetic responses
of positivity
they make me think a lot!
as I feel so important
in not as much as having been read
but being commented upon with verve
such as yours
They * smacked me of trying to compare
dirt meaning shit (loved)
with Gold, you,
but you escaped my version
composed for you...
amazing how a smile can discharge rancouer
and bad smell eh??
loved
Eduardo Cruz
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:19
simplicity,
you have written this to provoke incredible thought on life, death love and the clarity of ones self. The opening stanza and title are magnificent. it is a lot you have put into these short verses. it seems to have the quality of Taoism in it's simplicity.
I love this stanza, because it is the bait for an open mind:
"soul handset
I hear the sigh and whisper
breath against my heart
as the day turns dark"
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:34
Taoism
know of it but never grasped the true concept of this
"I could have elongated the whole passage into a detailed river
but instead worked it into a few drops of rain" Esker, (on describing his poetry)
I clung to the handset in the kitchen as the sun
fired the large rolling hill across the river
behind the dark spruce that gathered the herd
of cows at dusk Their bells ringing softly
down at the river and the farm they called home
behind them at the foot of the concession road
the foot of the hill full of hardwood gleaming green
and feirce in the golden light
I can hear her sighs as she gathers tears
and her heart swells with emotion All this
distance between us the emotional distance
greater that no physical nearness can
exclude I hug the phone and bow my
head for the moment I can almost feel her
breathing against my heart My own beats
fast and the static hisses between us
as we hold each other like this
and through the kitchen window
across the river and feild and trees
the day slips free from the crown of the
hill and the violet passion of night
steps from the horizon..
I no longer like longer works
of mine
but am short with the shorter works
Thank You Eduardo
author commentEsker
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:24
your mind flies like a beautiful bird against the vaulted heaven
I spent some time on the street with people
and self admitted and non self admitted admissions
to the psychiatric hospitals
the most striking of faces and beautiful characters
the most clear eyes of those speaking visions
and experiences of a most different nature then
those ordinary souls talking about the commute
to work or the new pair of shoes they wish to purchase
with their credit card before they go on vacation to Santa
Cruz.. These other ones.. the ones needing care at
the moment and med adjustments they were in a land
and seeing with eyes detailed and ongoing sessions
of lucidity not of this world at times...These were true
fictions..not crafted by some talent for make believe
st ories for the ordinary class bored of the day to day
commute..And they were ordinary feeling happy sad
angry depressed souls too ..I played cards and put
puzzles together with them watched television and
they understood me better then a lot of people
but it was the descriptive language they used to
describe what it was they were seeing experiencing
that was most amazing... I know of Amortizing loans
and why people lease vehicles and follow the news
but the articulation of description of a new landscape
well that was for me a most interesting time
and still is.....
Thank You!
author commentloved
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:40
The wind blows past the expanses of time
The wind blows past the expanses of time
your mind is rife
with the encyclopedia at hand,
words flow like waters of Niagara Falls
by the tonnes a minute
you are the Niagara
of the poetic kingdom,
Albeit many smirk at times
at ones vision
I for one am in all admiration
of the empathy that exudes
from thy mind as a volition,
in moments of time
Oh! what a spontaneous rendition
Dear Esker poet of natural rhyme
your pen shall flow the ink of nobility
some day we won't be there
to witness it
but twill…
loved
Eduardo Cruz
Tue, 2012-03-13 14:43
Taoism
I saw this write as you have portrayed it in your comment to me. Nature is the essence of taoism. it is the close comparison between life an nature. The balance in life is found in how life and nature are intertwind. it is what i saw in the write as in a few words you have expressed it. The long version is just the foundation, to see it in the short version is to have seen the truly balance of the poem. you have captured that balance in this write. Respect to you
(Taoism is the study of life seen through nature, capturing each moment and reflecting on it through meditation)
there is a misconception on meditation. you do not have to sit in the lotus position to achieve it. writing poetry is a form of meditation. it is just you and the words you express.on to paper and in the moment you are one with your own being. this is the essence of Tao.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 14:51
Thank you for your comments Eduardo
in my walks in my city there is a creek that wends its way and paths along its journy
and bridges that streets meander across it is peaceful to stop and lean on he
rail looking down at its tannic short breadth the light dancing how for the moment
its a beautiful respite to the business of errands The birds too pigeon and
raven crow and hawks and offsprey that hunt in summer for fish at dusk above
our heads as we watch the sunset on the long peir Or the squirrel in our backyard
with its collection of pine cones All these wild things in flight are free of the articulation
that man must make in his ways in his days..they make me smile and my heart
glad to look at them sitting on our perchs They can be amongst us without being
like us and still be free..Amazing nature is and we have islands seven kilometers
south west from the end of the peir that i like to lean against the wooden railing
against the waves and ice in winter and stare at the islands There are mirages
when the air is right the thermal inversions that change it is so beautiful to watch
thats where I meditate..
Thank You !
author commentEduardo Cruz
Tue, 2012-03-13 15:05
lovely,
you with not having a good understanding of taoism, have a good understand of Taoism. It is the simplicity of not working to find peace but peace finding you. that is the idea of meditation letting it happen with little or no effort, because of it's simple pleasure. there is no big secret to it. it is finding the balance in you without. the domestication of the worlds intrusions. this what is called Perfect, knowing without knowing.
Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 13:53
gift of vision
Dear Loved
how I was enraptured at the Falls
near afternoon to dusk and beyond
to see the lights upon its face
hours leaning smitten the mists
the rumble the voice of it
the water that green shimmering water
I could watch forever
I was t here a few times
to eat in the Tower resturant there that revolves
and to do a bit of gambling in Fallsview Casino
but always
always for an hour or more to just lean against
that visions view
Thank You
author commentIan.T
Tue, 2012-03-13 18:58
Steve
This is a change to write
as this is a way,
Where we join thoughts
of falling waters.
They cascade
as our thoughts
free and meaningful.
I saw them there a vision
The temperature was -10
No mist to bar the sight
from my hungry eyes.
Frozen borders
holes of joy
where the waters
broke through
Near silence in my mind
The waters flew
Out and down
Not clinging as we do
to physical things
Expecting them
to hold us up
they became free
Oh! Niagara
How you could teach me
Then I heard the roar
As if to answer
My small thoughts
As the flow, I could
Continue singing
its praises
But I was drawn away
As all things will do
Shrinking into my shell
The vision receded
I was alone to journey on
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Tue, 2012-03-13 21:07
excellent description Ian of the mirage effect and of Niagara
Nice to see other writers
taking things into being
into their souls
the moments
to soak up and radiate in
thoughts later like this one
thank You
author commentloved
Wed, 2012-03-14 07:38
You must review
the two comments
I've posted below since..
loved
loved
Wed, 2012-03-14 00:01
You, Esker and Ian and Niagara
You have the insight
of poetic mystery
to spew forth the inner emotions,
mine is simple clerics description,
of a Niagara,
I go to see so often.
It makes my heart pump adrenaline
and
my eyes wash away
all that makes one go astray ,
Then Niagara of my dreams does stay
till today
as it did centuries gone passed its way.
loved
Ian.T
Wed, 2012-03-14 05:10
Loved
There is one part of your writing that I would love to see you let go, and that is where you hide a little, because there are some nasty creatures out there that you fear, as they pick at your being.
No one in this physical world can touch your soul, it is yours to mould as you will, as time passes, and you learn of many things.
Speak from that region within it is as big as the universe.
Steve speaks with many things and uses the worlds physical things as a tool to open our eyes, then adds a beauty from his soul and thoughts.
I drift in the knowledge of being a part of a Spiritual beauty that is endless and run with unconditional love.
Come join the freedom as there you can be free of all people and learn to write even with the Bard stood at your side just believe in You, Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Wed, 2012-03-14 07:34
Simply superbly intellectual
Simply superbly intellectual
I drift in the knowledge of being a part of a
(Non) spiritual beauty
that is endless and runs (races) with unconditional love.
I am the free dome
As there I am free really,
Free of all people
as I have learnt to write
Even with the bard standing at my side.
Just trust me,
I believe in myself.
The anonymity I don,
is not optional,
It is adorned as a diamond,
a Kohinoor perhaps
like it’s only exceptional.
I’m not scared of evil or death
nor those who scold
as if they were after my blessed soul,
I consider them
as beings of smaller minds
who need to be laid to rest,
for once they come to know
who really I am
they will fuck themselves
have faith in my works,
I’m a creature of creativity
I don't at all doubt
my very own ability,
but like all humans
down to earth,
seek blessings of blessed souls
like you since birth.
You are a friend, philosopher and guide
how can Loved,
ever from you dare hide!
loved