From time to time a poem

I used to dance the frenzied step,
and walked with gods and spirits.
I used to feel the cosmic whirl,
the dynamic spin of galaxies.
Once I met a friendly nymph
who taught me great respect.
Once I was a friend to trees
and creatures large and small.
But now I am quite too consumed
with matters of the mind
to dance the way I used to dance
and speak with such fantastic friends.

Sorry to break up the haiku party! haha

I usually wont post poems which I didnt write but every now and then I find one that I just have to share.


Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

-Rober Herrick

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While you still have young blood in you, be bold! Take your chances and take your lumps or else you will never live up to who you are.

"Snow falls gently into the lake...
What Silence!"

—A Zen saying

Patiently waiting
Eyelids becoming heavy
Sinking beneath waves

And so it was to walk
to the back neither feather nor scale
flight destined to fail
yet wings adorned

Light goes away
a weapon at the side
were these the games they payed
darkness fades
yet wings adorned

Blade rings out on ground
life drains
emotion pounds
all things stop
yet wings adorned

And so it was to fly
to the back the weight
inside spills forward
a balance maintained
finally wings adorned

Sage

The struggle
The tearing of the mind, the flesh
Dragged across the ragged peaks of life.

Their hands around my throat
Closing communication.
The spears into the spine
Twisted, by the hands of Fate.

But still the escape …
The panting breath of exhaustion.
I picked myself up
And carried on down the mountain side.

Older, I sit and ponder
The wisdom from the pain.
Am I wise?

On the Discord, J.K. Barger brought up a kind of old Norse poem called a galdralag. Instead of being defined by a rhythm pattern, a galdralag is defined by an alliteration pattern:
AABCCDEF
Here is my attempt:

My morning begins with mindfulness and meditation,
Making the mundane, meaningful:
I take time to transcend tiredness.
As I sit still and serene
The silent symphony starts.
Each big belly breath brings me better
Calm, connection, and compassion.
I quaff the quiet quickening.

Hey folks, accidentally posted a couple of my poems in the philosophy section, but I have a couple more anyway ;P hope their relatable.

I’ll try this one first:

The Watchman

He came out from the East
Grinning like a happy beast
Said, my friend
I’ve been waiting a long time

Where every star is formed and bursts
And others blinded by a thirst
May never know
What I have come here to sublime

So commenced an interchange
Worlds are made, and rearranged
From frozen stone
To something meant to grow

And a crackling all around
In the air and in the ground
To make clear
Something obvious to know

Listen close, he said
To the voices on the wind
Whispering to you
Since the moment you were born

They carry memory
Of all that comes to be
I am here so you can see
Hello, I am the Watchman

And I said
What of this compassion
Weaving ever in its fashion
To lay low the bricks
I place around myself

And the aching that I feel
For all I know is real
As it dies and lives again
As something else

Oh this time relinquished space
With nothing there to face
And all reason finds
Every means to fade

Is this hell or heaven sent
Lift my soul wherever it went
Shine a light upon what wonders
Were really ever made

Watch close, he said
To ripples on the water
Moving with you
Since the moment you were born

Creating memory
For all that comes to be
I am here so you can see
Hello, I am the Watchman

He said,
You’ve come so far to bring me here
The brink you found through faith and fear
Your life to find a place
At its own time

That compassion is for you
So everyone can feel it too
To be the source of your creation
As we all become divine

Listen now, he said
To your beating heart instead
You are alive, not dead
Keep that well in mind

See the wind over the water
Are all motions to the last
All light from fire and stone
With the shadows that they cast

All remains in motion
Even visions of the past
Within you and with you
In every choice and every task

And should they ever care to ask
You never heard it from the Watchman

Hmm, I feel this one could/should be titled ‘The Jedi’ and the last repeating line could instead be, “hello, I am a Jedi” haha

As Is The Way

Feels I’ve been burnt to a crisp
Out of the ashes another taking breath
Purified by the fires always blazing in my mind

Sealed tight in cold condensation
Once from the left where the right couldn’t see
Cosmic work or condition?
The best way I’ve found is right in between

As is the way
Always burning on

By means of disbelief
I dug deep enough beyond relief
To find the only true release
Is the one that takes it all away for fun

The pain that faded long ago
So distant now I wouldn’t know
As vision widens to expose
A sunrise worthy of the sun

As is the way
Always burning on

And when the phoenix stole to heaven
To climb the steps up to the gates
A sign there said that wisdom, on its own,
Arrives a little too late

Again the fires rose around
The phoenix and his wings
Born again of course
But only ever doing the same thing

As is the way
Always burning on

Feels I’ve finally gotten a grip
On a passion that can make the trip
From the ground to heaven
Gaining only strength along the way

The fire so familiar now
It speaks within me and without
My feathers became leather
And my flames grow hotter every day

As is the way
Always burning on

Seeing now an immortal view
Around a world of swirling light
That seems to fight the fear
Appearing desperately to set us all free

I saw the flames that do their work
For all the frightened of the world
But they just turned away
As shadows dancing in the shade

As is the way
Always burning on

When the dragon stole to heaven
And climbed the burning steps unharmed
The gates flew open weightless
And he could finally go on

But things that just he knew
Above the phoenix where he flew
He found there was nothing else to do
But be one among the fires always burning on

Always burning on
Always burning on