04-18-2003, 10:55 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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Redravin's Poetry Thread
Solid moments
Late night laughter Friends first Then lovers We have traveled further then the possible With a much longer trip ahead I hold you in my arms And deep within my heart Shouting my love to the world Or at least to those who want to listen This life has offered a chance A glorious renewal And we have grasped the whirlwind |
04-19-2003, 07:33 AM | #6 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
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"And we have grasped the whirlwind" I love that line.
You place so much of your heart here with so few words. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
04-29-2003, 03:44 AM | #8 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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The real, the genuine, the unforced and true
Sought by all in a plastic, disposable world. My life long search for that grail Love finely wrought, deep from the soul Without constraints and taken freely Natural but unrecognized In these times of prepackaged ballads And anything goes advertising When an emotion so blessed Becomes a commodity Is it any wonder? That the search becomes more treacherous In order to realize Such a driving force All too often buried Under thick, twisting scars Seems almost impossible And yet, it has occurred Not to be denied or hidden away From fear of a mad journey It is ours to live, to share To accept the real |
05-10-2003, 09:11 PM | #9 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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From the old board.
Fits In some small place Deep in the fore-brain lies a painful twist of neurons. In screaming birth Came chemical imbalance and so: epilepsy. A complex condition heavy with history rife with misunderstanding. A life of morning medication providing a thread of protection. What others must watch unable to help, you can't remember. Thrashing, crashing to the floor scary, noisy, ugly and sad. The seizure, a small death, brutal rebirth. A massive loss that must be lived with. |
05-28-2003, 08:55 PM | #11 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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Crossing My Mind
If anyone speaks of love My first thought is of you There are so few absolutes In a streamlined, super charged All consuming world However I can speak Several statements with total certainty We have found a perfect match Souls that are only complete When joined in concert For every step taken apart There will be two taken together Contrasts, great and small, Will provide our strength As my head bends the pillow Slipping away to deepest sleep My last thought is always of you |
05-31-2003, 03:50 PM | #12 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Breath taking as usual.
I started to quote "Souls that are only complete when joined in concert" as the line that pulled me in so deeply, and then I realized it is the whole body of the poem that captured me. Beautiful.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
06-05-2003, 06:25 PM | #14 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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Treasures
In digging through the detritus of my former world To make the move of my life There have been sparkles amid the mud and must A giant fathers day card with tiny handprints Slim volumes of scribbled teenage angst Reminders of milestones Those sand castings of heated moments Like panning for gold Where you sift through tons of mud and rock To find a thumbnail size chunk The piles of old clothes, rusty tools, Ragged comforters, broken toys, Are almost overwhelming With every shovel full of broken bikes, Piles of worn paperbacks and fanzines The true treasure in my life Speaks to me every night Her sweet voice fills my soul No matter how worn and ragged My day has been Warmth and beauty glows through Of all the things I value She is the finest of them all. |
06-24-2003, 06:46 PM | #15 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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<center>Planting</center>
Much of my youth was spent turning earth; Extracting voracious weeds and watching nature take a guided course. Chunks of potato turning to curled leaves Then dinner with sprinkled chives from the same garden. It was never easy work, causing calluses, Sweat and sometimes the bloodied hand. Yanking glacial rock from nestled beds. Pitching fork loads of manure While breathing through your mouth to avoid choking. Chasing away pecking birds, hungry horses And crying over rotted cabbage that could have won a prize. As an adult I planted birth trees for my daughters From moose chewed clumps to platform forts That overlooked the court. Then came flames of pain and rage Destroying all that had ever been grown. The land was scorched black in my soul. No expectations of growth ever again. Then a tempest swirled from far away Sending life giving rain, glittering down over burnt landscape Earth slowly turned, one heavy spade full at a time Laughter, dancing, soft words, strong kindness, all possible again Budding unexpected flowers, magic fruit with sweet rinds. Rising towards glorious light You are the wellspring of my soul Making what was lost possible again Our future grows wild and free |
06-25-2003, 04:57 PM | #16 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Red...I am forever amazed to read your work. So inspiring. I thoroughly enjoy the way you blend your life into such beautiful words.
Blessed is your beautiful bride to be, for the gifts you give her through your poems.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
07-09-2003, 09:13 PM | #18 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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<center>BUILDING</center>
Worn leather gloves gripping tempered wood Ax steel coated in spruce sap Every swing spray chips of pain Clearing a patch of my psyche Chopping out the overgrown brush Grown thick from self pity Yanking deep roots of despair Sweat work to be sure Still easier then the shoveling Spade by spade turning back Layers of assumptions, habits, self-doubt Creating a foundation for life anew Laying a slab of concrete determination No longer alone, labor shared with delight This is no simple shelter We are constructing a future Made as much from complex ritual As simple respect and understanding Windows of passion and submission Doors opening to intimacy What we form together will last forever This structure of our souls |
07-31-2003, 06:47 PM | #19 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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<center>Risks</center>
How many worlds have dissolved From fear of rejection Chances for satisfaction and happiness Lost to the terror of harsh words We gambled on kindness Having often suffered brutal losses Only to be pleasantly stunned When chips started to stack up Hard to believe in good fortune Second-guessing becomes a life style Each new step made with trepidation Our lives slowly binding Each new card turned Gives our existence new significance No relationship is free of cliché The first tender words of love That awkward tentative kiss An intimate touch with all that follows A proposal followed by divine reply For all the flowers that inept poets Try to pin to these moment The reality is rife with danger Any small misstep can destroy magic Now the stakes are absolute Every part of myself offered You are my greatest risk Nothing has been left aside Everything I am is yours |
08-15-2003, 07:28 PM | #22 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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<center>Word Stacking</center>
Some days the words flow Rushing out to strike the keys Lining up on the page Ideas in black and white Laid out in careful rows Statements of love and faith Future plans, current frustrations Life as it is or as it could be Tapping the heart for thoughts Produces text unbounded Describing dreams gives wings To page upon page There is always the fear That originality will run dry Every line becoming as the last Or worst perhaps Copying those with more talent So many artists have turned to ardor For there is nothing so nebulous That can cause so much love and pain Then there are the times When I envy Sisyphus Each statement like tearing plastic Slamming my way to a sentence The results often jumbled, unbalanced Not a true representation Of the fine, glorious passion Such a simple solution All I need do is turn my mind To you. |
12-07-2003, 12:19 PM | #23 (permalink) |
Loser
Location: With Jadzia
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Travel lightly my love
For the path is long and unbroken Pick your tools with care What you build now is the future Let music fill your soul Life works best to a beat Keep an eye on the sky Danger swoops from above Make the effort Sloth is never rewarded Cooperate only so far When the line is hit, refuse to cross it Skin your knees Learning comes quick with a little pain Dance through the night Then watch the sun rise Satisfaction often comes with Sore feet and eyes dazzled by brilliances Stand between the innocent and evil Even if it gets you knocked down Try everything on the plate You never know what you might miss Lay in rumpled covers While reading the paper, Drinking orange juice and eating a bagel Little kisses turning to morning sex Live this life truly and with dedication Grabbing the quiet moments when you can |
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