From time to time a poem

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19 Mar 2016 23:22 #234599 by tzb
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Tuesday

Your children, in their way
Fathered you to me,
Return themselves in you

Broken lines trace back
Adrift through shifting lands
And times to us unknown

All laying itself bare,
With eyes that cannot see,
With voice that cannot speak.

An outpost forms within,
A jetty, ocean-hewn
A once-glimpsed hinterland

Teeth can gnash, no fear
Through pain, resilience
These words an oath inside

One-handed, not one-eyed
The sundered throne restored
Within its living shrine.

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24 Mar 2016 09:37 - 24 Mar 2016 09:38 #235441 by Alexandre Orion
Minstrel of Hell





Sing songs unto Satan
And cradle his curse
And be sure of response you accept,
For the last phase of Evil's
Critique of your strain
As a Minstrel of Hell you'll be kept …

And command will be made
Of your lyrical gift
To perform in His dark citadel,
Whilst torment tastes fingertips
Strumming your lute :
Celebrated, you, Minstrel of Hell …

And the sweet tones of screams
Will replace the soft croon
That you wasted on Love Songs before,
When you whispered to moon-light
On Mid-summer's Night
With the heart-ful of Hate that you bore …

When you mocked your own Life
With denial and Shame,
Never sharing the Truth with yourself,
And your mind was kept buried
In Thunderheads damp
Whilst your Heart was kept wrapped on a shelf …

Never ventured to Live
In the songs that you wrote,
Thinking Love was a Fiction ill-dreamt,
Now, a Minstrel of Hell
You review your façades,
And you know you're from beauty exempt …

Sing songs unto Satan
And cradle his curse
For he loves you as everyone said,
And wallow in what you are,
Minstrel of Hell,
For to us, you are merely dead.




(This was found by a friend of mine in Anaheim, CA … It was from an earlier collection that was written in 1994, under the name of Sir Rillem – a younger Jedi, now known as Alexandre Orion – when he was a little too cocky and proud of him(my-)self.) :blush:

Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme.
~ Henri Bergson
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24 Mar 2016 10:36 #235444 by Edan
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I love it Alex!

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24 Mar 2016 11:07 - 24 Mar 2016 11:08 #235446 by Proteus
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In days of rain
Through nights of pain
When times are dark
I miss you

In moods of mad
In times so sad
With smiles so few
I miss you

In nights so cold
Without your hold
No thoughts of new
I miss you

In dreams so sweet
Through love I meet
The thought of how
I miss you

In times of change
When all seems strange
All that I do
Is miss you

In ways too real
How cold I feel
It hurts so bad
I miss you

In thoughts so deep
With tears I weep
I cry because
I miss you

With hope so strong
In pain so long
I hope you know...

I miss you.


- G. E. Marrs


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It seems that I know that I know.
What I would like to see is the 'I' that knows me when I know that I know that I know.
- Alan Watts
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05 Apr 2016 22:58 - 05 Apr 2016 23:00 #236856 by Edan
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The Birch Tree

The branches of the birch tree spread out above me, the leaves appeared still, and the white trunk glowed with a silvery aura.

I had not been away long, but in my absence this tree had grown strong, spreading into the space my mind normally filled. I sensed that the cathedral, though usually feeling enclosed, had opened to the sky and that we, me and tree, both stood beneath the stars.

I didn’t need to look at him to know that he was there, sitting back on the bench in sight of the tree. “I haven’t been away that long, have I?”

Neither did I need to look to know he was smiling at me, “time means little here.”

A breeze came from somewhere, rippling the leaves a little; it seemed such a natural action, so peaceful… I knelt down and sat back on my feet. Watching the leaves, hearing them, it felt like time might exist only within the loop of movement on the birch.. he was right, time did mean little here.

“Why is it here?” It had been, in linear time, perhaps almost two hours spent sitting watching the tree and only now had the question occurred to me.

“Come now, you know that anything here has been created by you. Why do you think it’s here?”

“If I had to guess… every branch goes in a different direction, and yet each branch is still connected to the central trunk. However confusing my path gets, however far I feel like I have gone, that path is still connected back to my central one… therefore any diversion I take is simply a distraction from the truth….”

“Which is?”

I finally looked back at him, I was right, he was smiling… “Which is… there is only one path, mine.”

He looked up at the tree, seeming distant, and it appeared that he was marvelling at the sight of such a beautiful thing within the cathedral. For a few moments then it seemed to me that he could exist beyond the confines of my own universe.

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11 Apr 2016 03:13 #237392 by E-3_4L_Teeter
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Fear and Victory

Fear and victory
Go hand in hand
For to achieve victory
One is uncertain

One is steeped in a dark path
One finds himself afraid
And unsure of his choice that
Led him on this foolish quest

But as one continues to do his best
He feels his burdens lighten
And his path begins to brighten
The strife is a'quieten

And then many years later
In peaceful serenity
He looks back and sees
The battle with uncertainty
As a time filled with glee.

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30 Apr 2016 22:58 #239866 by Edan
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Next random installment of my non-poetry...

~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a while since the cathedral had served its first purpose, that of a place of worship.

The stone altar, which had so far been swallowed by the shadow unnoticed, stood now in a pool of candlelight. A circle of red church candles surrounded it, each barely melted and smelling strongly of their wax. The book from the plinth now rested on the altar open to a page around the beginning, one of the earlier writings and less legible. The robes I barely ever wore hung heavy on me, a mirror of the feelings I had about not having performed the ritual more often.

My finger on the page at the first words, I noticed suddenly that he was standing beside me.
“This is for you,” I said, confused.

“And I am here for you” he replied. I nodded.

I lit the incense and together we spoke the ancient words, their sound echoing not just throughout the cathedral but through my own body. They sounded like nonsense but each word held a meaning understood by flesh as well as mind. I was the priest, not just in robe and word, but in feeling and knowledge also. I struck the gong and the sound reverberated through every cell in my body and every thought in my head… for a moment the two of us were one within the sound, both vibrating at the same frequency. I knew all that he knew, felt what he felt, thought as he thought… all manner of being directed into this channel, him experiencing my reflection in return.

The sound dissolved, my consciousness returning to my own… I breathed deeply in the found silence and felt a new strength.

“Thank you” I said, turning to him… but he was no longer there. And I noticed, as I looked down at my hand on the book, that I was now wearing his ring.

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07 May 2016 12:49 #240450 by Edan
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Just Wait - Anon

I said to my soul, be still and wait,
And wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing
And wait without love
For love could be love for the wrong thing

And wait without thought
For you are not yet ready for the thought

There is yet faith
But, the faith, and the love, and the hope, are all in the waiting.

So the darkness shall be the light,
and the stillness the dancing!

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26 May 2016 23:22 - 26 May 2016 23:24 #242353 by Edan
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Another one...

The sun was rising above the city; I sat on the rooftop of the cathedral, leaning back on my elbows, admiring the bleeding of red and orange sun into a lightening blue sky. The people down below, the few who were out, were small and difficult to make out. I had watched them only briefly when the terracotta tiles had first become my seat.

There was a slight breeze rustling leaves, and a pleasant chill to the air, the smell of the morning waking up the world.

Footsteps behind, then the familiar presence joined me at the edge.

“This is an unusual spot for you” he noted, as he sat himself, legs dangling, over the edge of the roof.

“Sometimes I need to remind myself the light is there” I replied, and it was especially beautiful this particular morning.

“Pensive?”

“Always.”

“So tell me about it.” It didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing, there was a warmth to his words that always comforted. Minutes in his company, or hours, he always had the time, exactly the right time, to listen.

“Whenever I think I have solved my issues with how I feel, I find that I in fact simply moved them about a bit.”

“Well,” he replied, admiring the sun briefly, “that is because it is not a problem that has a solution, as you think.” He tensed a little, “you see, whenever we talk you go away feeling that you’re somehow a little broken still. You put those feelings to the back of your mind and you leave here for a while, you go out into the world and be one of those little people below."

There was a shout below us, both looking down to see its origin, it faded, and our attentions returned.

“You hold everything in, retreating into yourself so you can be ‘normal’ for just a little while. But then who you really are starts to gain strength again, slowly taking hold and for a while you own that.”

Listening was hard and I found that I couldn’t look at him as he spoke, my focus honed on birds on a distant rooftop.

“Look at me!”

Momentarily I paused, before I broke my gaze and slowly met his eyes.

“But, you let the fear of being strange beat you down again. And in the shadows you show yourself only to the little flame, before extinguishing it once the day is done.”

He leaned forward and took my hand with both of his, “Be you! In all that you are, in all that you believe, seize it! And don’t be afraid."

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10 Jun 2016 20:22 #244419 by Leah Starspectre
I wrote this years ago when I was very sad with love and writing about it a lot. It's a short couplet, but it still strikes a chord with me now even though I'm not as love-hungry as I once was :)
(P.S. Sorry, the English version is pretty rough - I feel it doesn't translate as poetically, ha ha!)


Cette pauvre petite; cette Cyrano, cette Éponine,
Fait verser ses larmes en ruisselets de mine

~~~
This poor little one; this Cyrano, this Éponine,
Pours out her tears in streams of words
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