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Eroded Hieroglyphics
It is so mysterious, dark and tranquil....
Too many great lines there for me to quote, for I appreciated the whole piece as it was.

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[fulmah]

Tangled in nestled repose
these patches of dreams,
cradled in my eyelashes, call.
What a great opening... your poetry is beautiful, makes me feel at peace. My eyes follow the lines feeling like they follow a gentle breeze. There's no wasted words anywhere, and this whole piece seems to be harmonic, everything clicking just right. outstanding stuff, looking forward to more from you.

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WHEN MIRROR REGARDS MIRROR
WHICH IS THE REFLECTION?

much love :)

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Lilith was a great portrait.

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[littleskinny]

"The undulating embrace of your eyes
draws me into ecstacy,
without a touch,
soft orgasms
shower over my body.

Your energy dances,
in spirals,
in my body.

You invite me to play
in the garden of our Souls.

Of all I've read in this thread, this is by far the one of the most appealing parts.
I must confess to have visited here a couple of times, although never stopping to read the whole thing in one breath. I find it quite difficult to appreciate en masse like this (which is odd because I normally to prefer a selection of writings from one poet rather than individual pieces in one go). I think my difficulty comes in that there is little to distinguish one piece from the next, deliberate I am sure, but it is a little monotonous! I also have difficulties with the highbrow, ecclesiastical approach - I find it hard to connect with.

I'll offer further thoughts in due course, but those are just initial reactions to the thread as a whole.....

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#1....my thoughts.....



Blazing circle of cricket passion.
Millions of thristy flowers
open to drink the shimmering gold.

I quite like this, it's very beautiful, but something doesn't fit right...I think for me it's the millions....not sure why...NB also typo

Each grass blade,
with its pearl of dew,
nestled with neighbors alone.

This is great - love the inherent contradiction in the final line

These windswept lake ripples,
upon the surface,
but how deep.

I don't think you need the "these"....is it meant to be "the windswept lake ripples" (I think not, but with that sentence construction that's what you get) or " the ripples upon the surface of the windswept lake"? the latter is your intention, but I think you found it hard to squish the sentiment into this stanza...?

Those sturdy roots
wrapped in dark earth,
do not long, just grow.

Nice idea....would have liked to see this developed further

Does it ultimately matter
what the birds think of me.
My humming song will blend with bees, this morn, if nothing else.

You need a question mark to finish the question. Personally I think the question is a little odd here....it comes out of nowhere, no clues that you were thinking that it MIGHT matter what the birds thought. besides the answer is obviously no! The last line is a gem

Wasp caught,
in a spider-web,
is it tragic or art.

Are you the wasp? Or have we leapt back to the nature commentary? I don't really like the juxtaposition of "tragic" and "art"....can you explain why you chose these two...that might aid my understanding!

We try to make meaning,
with our patterning minds,
but is it now.

I think you were trying to use this to say much much more...but it's lost on me.....can you explain your choice of the word "patterning"? And is what now?

[What is seen
when you smell the dawn
unfolding its rays.

Nice, simple, open. personally I'd have left off the rays, because as you've described above while the sun begins the dawn the chain reaction is much wider. Unfolding also describes the daylit sky, the leaves and flowers, waking creatures...

To be one,
with these coffee beans,
all else is waiting.

A breakfast reference? I like the implication that you can't be one with them, and yet need them to get on with things.

Embracing all interconnected centers;
the clothes are a disguise.
Stillness of crystals reflected in a birdbath.

this is purdy....are you sure the clothes are a disguise? Or a handicap, a strict uniform?

An immaculate orchid stand,
soars in splendor,
caressing the aloes.

Streams of ants marching in worship.
This cool silence, abides,
from the dreaming self.

lovely images....but I am uncertain what the overall message is.....

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This beautiful gift was started in early July, 2001. Written in black calligraphy, on a neutral spiral bound artist book with brass rings, with gold and silver art work surrounding the text our merging and introduction was recorded.
I can really see these etched out in this fashion. The entire work, to me, has a meditative, zen like quality to it that I do like; however it's very ethereal to me, more ambiguous than I typically enjoy. I really enjoy specific images to tie down the overall emotion. That being said, I wouldn't change these at all. Well, perhaps a slight change of word choice here or there, but nothing major at all. Things that are written at times where raw emotions are exhibited just shouldn't be touched, in my opinion, of course. I've got a zine I did myself that's in the exact opposite direction, the most depressing collection of work I've done, which I typically use as a foundation for alot of the stuff I've posted on here. So, since you're looking for ideas to progress these... my suggestion would be to do a new collection, based off these that expands the story, putting each specific event down that portrays the underlying, raw feelings. I for one, would love to read that!
My favorites of this collection were towards the end... #'s 35, 39, 41, and 43. Number's 45 and 47 were my favorites though, the most tangible and slippery with their technique and imagery.
Good stuff, and looking forward to more from you! :)

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Only love can free us from the
womb of time,
for life, like a magnificent
mysterious
cloud...
Sensations of innocence touch me.
I feel reborn
To merge in Unity Consciousness with you,
gives me the hope,
the knowingness,
that it is indeed possible
for humanity
to be
Divine....
The Sound of God intensifies
in the presence of you.
Soul resonating with Soul...
I feel soft, light...
I feel warm...
I feel dissolved in Love
with no boundaries to my Being.

I've often tried to explain to a person full of anger how being in love, even once, can change your view of life. Do poets believe 'love' can change the world? I think the those who've experienced it know it's a place to start. Next time I'll use an example like this. Thanks for posting.
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On Malta...

Though the language was enigmatic throughout, I did not get a feeling of mystical enchanment but rather a feeling of some hidden pent up, metaphorical desire, sexual or other.

I'm a bit confused though by this stanza
"Repression is a social disease
resulting from antibiotic laws and letters.
What has our civilization cost?"

I don't see a clear coherence with the previously stated stanzas, unless again those stanzas were carefully disguised metaphors and they flew right over my head!

These two stanzas though were my favorite of all!!
"She begins to dig anew.
Her skin is, not just a place for rigormortis,
but a Hypogeum for prophetic dreams.

Outside, owls roosting
in an gnarled pomegranate tree
are draped with cloaks of rusted moonlight."

Especially the last three lines...they draw such a unique, cryptic image.

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A Gryphon such a metaphor for the mind! But my what mind boggling evasive imagery.

All I feel
are these petrified feathers
which no longer soar the winds.

I have been gravitating
to a draining vortex, of definitions,
stagnating my imagination.
That's an excellent introduction. I may assume that feathers symbolize thoughts or emotions which no longer are stimulaed. "Definitions" for me has a connotation of something very realistic and grounded and well dull which seem to -stagnate the imagination-

I receive lightning flashes,
of ethereal remembrance....
snowy mountain crags
elevated in turquoise expanses.
Here I get the sense that this -ethereal remembrance- is of the metaphysical, spiritual nature that used to excite the imagination yet for some reason is now only caught in flashes of remembrance.

My ancient wings arrive,
beyond anthropocentric colorings
which contain non-euclidian glyphs,
binding, in talons, star-sapphire questions.

Thank goodness for a dictionary on that stanza!

These riddles, of readiness,
if not answered
result in departing
not in devouring.

My mind seeks....
to catch hold,
of this flying body of light,
but my grasping is elusive.
The mind tries to solve its plauging riddles but for whatever reason can not(for the lack of facilities? or awareness?). The 1st stanza and the last stanza seem to directly relate.

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Malta was a frightening poem. What a contrast to "Ansara's Loom" and "Secret Book." Frightening in the judgments, "whore", and in the contradictions, the "Lady" seems to be readying for her own style of "repression" with violent consequence that goes well beyond book burning. I can relate to the poem on a personal level, and that makes it even more powerful. Very disturbing. Blech.

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First, I’ll apologize for reading the poem after I’d had a half bottle of Chardonnay. Never drink and post is a rule I occasionally break. This morning the meaning’s clearer and yes, the poem is much more subtle. I made some obvious errors: I thought the first stanza and ‘whore’ were referring to the person trying to enter the temple. That skewed the whole thing. And yeah, a host of my own experiences just heaved heavier reaction to the mistakes. Entering by force was lost completely. The reasonable request for humility before entering was lost. I’ve said a number of times that I’m glad, if someone gets anything from a poem I’ve attempted. Now I have some doubts. This morning the contradictions are gone.

Still, it’s a poem I’ll keep (if you don’t mind) and refer to in my thinking. While reading, I became the gate crasher. I’ve been considered a blight, hated, and hunted for being an example of what’s wrong with contemporary society. I’m a little defensive even when sober. And yes, the empowerment is good, and no, I can’t submit, but this has very little to do with gender. What has our civilization cost? What does it cost as we strive for normality in it? Heavy questions. The imagery was strong and quick (I should have slowed down.) Though still disturbing, this is the most intimate poem, for me, that I’ve read in a very, very long time. Thanks for posting it.


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Phone call is nicely versed and structured. I could definitely relate...

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beneath my feet the turbine vibrates.

purifying rush of waterfall gales.

So close my sister hurricane
spinning her newness, like the nile,
backwards and upwards to here.
Wow - amazing lines, so passionate, tempestuous. A great piece, so engaging.

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Lovely sylvan. Such vibrant imagery and word choice. The end made me sigh though.

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That's a beautiful poem and the ending blew me away!! I love watching the birdbath frenzy in my folk's garden and this evokes the feathered pantomime so well. Particularly fond of "honks and flapping" and "baptism anew". The grace of all things natural so elegantly observed!

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Eager, for hours of relaxation,
to lighten up my enlightenment;
my heavy mind drowns heartfelt.
sylvan, this so makes me want to return back to that joyous yesterday, kick back, and relax! Wonderful job you've done here to capture that laid back luxury. I was also fond of this image here....

After robust coffee,
a liquid breakfast continues,
I savor a dwindling pint.
so familiar... :)

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sylvan, this was so.... tantric! great erotic images coupled within a meditative atmosphere.... wonderful wonderful stuff :) I salute you my friend, for stanza's such as this...

Guide of surrender,
moss inferno of folds;
tantalizing worshiper of pulses.

[osiris]

Devices enticing the swirling congealing unveiling of a feeling and there is knowledge herein, from the emissions of a void into the illusion of celluloid, no one dares to avoid staring down their paranoid delusions- but who comes out alive!? Who comes out alive?! WHO COMES OUT ALIVE?!?

For every one's sake, I hope that No One does.

Much Love :)

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Exhaling meanings in puffy clouds;
my thoughts escape heavenward
as sacraments.

After robust coffee,
a liquid breakfast continues,
I savor a dwindling pint.

Lounging in loose-fitting garments,
my limbs sprawl,
soft and draped in yumminess.

Eager, for hours of relaxation,
to lighten up my enlightenment;
my heavy mind drowns heartfelt.

Passions enflamed,
by the white purity
of simplicity, I smile.

Inclusive longings for everything
make me feel so fickle,
as tingling skin kisses the afternoon.It went from a hinted hedonism -puffy clouds- -loose-fitting garments-, -yumminess- to a more peaceful and appreciative tones. -simplicity- -feel so fickle- appreciation of simple pleasures in life.
I truly enjoyed this, it made me feel relaxed as I imagined and felt the imagery.

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Doing well, exercising my intuition and sharpening my writing utensils. Feels good.

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Very well crafted poem! Loved its final message.

[littleskinny]

Sometimes sharing life is all we need in order to express our innermost - opening line was fantastic...!

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Wow...

"I want to know if you will risk looking life a fool for love,
for your dream, for the adventure of being alive."

:( I constantly call myself a fool in love.

"I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like
the company you keep in the empty moments."

Hmmmmm yes...but company of others keeps me sane.

And I'll have to think and remember this one...

"I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain."

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Spiders in mid-flight,
drifting like ballerinas,
catching the silken-threaded waves.

Dragonflies of illusion,
hovering multi-lensed,
announcing a glittering orgy of wings.

Hawk soaring a formidable ellipse,
wing-tips catching the copper glow,
full aware of my low whistles.
Speechless...indeed. I wish I could write with such grace and beauty. *sighs*

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Yes indeed - a lovely escape from this dark urban nightmare....a favourite part...tricky, but I think I'll plump for the cocky, yet humble, "full aware of my low whistles".:)

[fulmah]

These winged equalities,
examples of how to be,
first in flight; Lets all soar.

Butterflies camouflaged as leaves,
fall flat with willful disguise;
then as phosphorescent glints, soar off.

I smile knowing how easily
you penetrate me,
with your femininity.
Really good stuff, sylvan... "first in flight; lets all soar." I love that! and you really closed this one out well; elegant and sleek... thanks for dispersing more of your words :)

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Ok damnit! lol! This is too much like being at the perfume counter after a few scents you become overwhelmed and have to take a moment before going on.
A few I've already had the pleasure of reading but Would You Like A Drink was a new one for me and just loved it~! Have to take a break and hopefully remeber where I stopped off.

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I am an ethical slut,
not bound by the chains
of conforming to a mute mistress.

I'm sure you have better things to do...
just thought I'd remind you
that I'm still naked and shivering.__________________

loved the whole but these stanzas stand out for me. Thanks~*

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Please warn me if and when you decide to *poof * this thread. Theres a few I would like to save to reread if and when that time comes. Thank you so much~*

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What could be more sensual
than blending liquid bands,
of conscious inter-touching bliss.the simple elegant truth right here. your poetry always takes me to a relaxed state, sylvan... I couldn't hope to begin another day better than with these fresh words to contemplate on; thanks for sharing your wonderful perspective :)

[littleskinny]

A sensual indulgence....lovely. Wanna piece of the action myself.....:H

[KittenX]

Erase your concepts,
of character and history,
and lets kiss like galaxies.

Falling, yet everywhere,
dissolving into pulses,
golden obsidian sparkles.


That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside...
Incredible. Graceful, striking, and creative. A sweet treat for poetic taste buds....

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* sits, quietly smiling *
Drumming on the edge still makes me wanna jump up and holler...
FIELD TRIP~!!

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[KittenX]

-Good Evening-

*sighs* It was dream like for me, wishing reality would catch up!

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-Noble Hausfrau- *grins*

I got the home life vibes with sexy undertones...

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Combing your tendrils,
fingers rippling like streams,
with smooth listening strokes.

Offering an embrace,
as a gift a self,
trembling with your closeness.

Unleashed from the bonds,
of your lavish guided cares,
I willingly continue to linger.
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I keep finding my attention drawn back to these first three~*

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I don't know why, but I keep stumbling on promethean...
I don't know why....to me it fits, but doesn't

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~ lol, you changed more than that~! Yes, I like that more. The other seemed to dominate the stanza. I like the other change as well but probably prefered it the other way for personal reasons. ~Thank you.

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Lots of new offerings from you, sylvan! Pristine Seashell, to me, had the most stimulating images, not as much emotion but that seems unnecessary for a piece such as this; it's really more a painting than a story... and indeed you do paint lush, vibrant words. The opening stanza was the hook for me "lemon hued wings" ...sigh...:)

Goddess of Hearth and Home was a great blend of both emotion and images...

I see the hexen sparkle in your eyes,
as you stir the pot;
casting the sweet aroma of love.
and that's my favorite, a great summary! I envision that morning pot of coffee in that expanse of time you get together with your beloved before the day begins... a precious thing, it is. I think "ardor" might work here a little better than "love" though; it's not as encapsulating as love, but might have a little more punch.

Good Evening... this was my favorite... your technique unfolds as the story progresses, simple at the beginning, rejuvinating after the shower, catching fire in passions uniting glory, and there you hold it in tantric bliss... that's just awesome, thoroughly enjoyed! Thanks for sharing these precious works :)

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You're a delight to read, sylvan. Just when I read something that I think is a favorite, you come with something like this, which hints of an almost different style, yet is your own and wonderfully constructed. This one is a masterpiece... truly. Very vivid, very captivating, very powerful...

Making it all a sacred treasure:
collages and compost piles,
aluminum can vegetable-patch dividers,
plastic bottle flower-holders,
so nothing is lost.
Definitely my favorite stanza, I could feel you working up to this, and when it hit, it's that "yes!" shouted aloud :) but you ran with it afterwords, in a perfect blend of sharp images and evocotive thoughts, maintaining that almost meditative celebration of harmony that you present. I simply loved this one...

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-breathing the fresh air -
As I read it I imagined it as a folk song, had that soothing effect.

"A crows nest,
of miscellaneous shiny things,
discarded for the renewing."

Love your attention to the detail, intricately painted tapestry...
Each time there is something new and beautiful to discover in your work.

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-Arise, awake -

I wish I could be as inspired about awakening as you've made it seem in your poem. I really don't enjoy mornings...though it's probably just the process that bothers me.

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The dancer sings,
'I feel like a star.'
Hawaii is hot,
I feel like a polar bear.

Big grins from me....

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~ Breathing the fresh air~ reminds me why our parents told us to go outside and get some. Never too old to play.

~Sylvianna's poem was so terrific~! Apple didn't fall too far from the tree I guess. If she's this good now... sheesh~! lol

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Let it all settle,
like a flurry of leaves,
free-falling and twirling
to rest on the earth.

The mind is a watery expanse;
choppy waves surging,
cresting and crashing,
to subside in the depths.

When the fiery echoes disperse,
one is filled with curling breezes
sashaying through limbs.
A sweet inner silence returns.

Enthusiastic bird trills arise;
warbling tonal cadences,
staccato and sonorous,
elegies and euphoric euphonies resound.
I thought this poem was perfect in every respect until I hit the last stanza, it was so heavy and full, it was just too hard to swallow. :& And -enthusiastic- sounds akward there..too bulky.

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The wind blows thru my hair,
I feel like a queen;
the bees buzz,
I feel like a gardener.

The dancer sings,
'I feel like a star.'
Hawaii is hot,
I feel like a polar bear.

~* 1st poem by: Sylvianna *~
:) Appearantly the apple doesnt fall far from the tree...she writes very well for her age!

Of course,her content is a lot more mild than some of your tantric fornication inuendo....but....you both write incredibly well!

love and light

[fulmah]

It's hard for others to see our hearts,
when intimate hopes and dreams
are hidden to prevent devaluing.
I love that stanza, it's so true...
This one felt like the approaching autumn evolving into moral harmonic tones leaving the same breathtaking effect as a forest of colored leaves.

Sylph, sings to surf; again has that autumn tone to it... but maybe it's just me correlating everything to the chill air outside...

When the fiery echoes disperse,
one is filled with curling breezes
sashaying through limbs.
A sweet inner silence returns.
I have a certain fondness for the word sashay... my favorite poet used that word alot to characterize a particular girl he liked; and you also use it well :)

Wonderful works, sylvan! As always, thanks for sharing...

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I love your awesome descriptiveness and understanding of all things overall. Reminds me of the total opposite of "Jailmate"...

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Ooo Alien games reminds me of my Planet Earth poem...I found some similar threads.
Its not me that needs to go home,
I am home.
Take your civilizing rules
ripe with complicated dualism,
back to the barren planet
you last raped.

That was really powerful.

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-Mystic Gardener-

Mystic indeed, beautiful use of language to draw the reader in and paint your painting.

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I thoroughly enjoyed "Antidepressant bird chirp" ... the sad beginning and the revitalization; however it was that last stanza that made it for me! Such a true observation that even when noticed, is incredibly hard to overcome...

"Alien Games" though, I loved... such righteous aggressiveness.... "Go back to Mars!" indeed! that line made my day!

So that's twice now today that I've been hit by walls of stimulation that are revving my mind into a realm I love so much... Kitten's "Planet Earth" had much the same effect as this, and it's a special thing to experience, and I thank you for your incredible thoughts, perception, and voice. :)

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Awww I could really feel this. I would blush and feel exactly as that last stanza.

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~* Wanders thru, smiling as she reads...savoring the thoughts stirred by the words on the screen, decides to go try to impress some butterflies for awhile *~

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Don't sell yourself short,
you are no less than everything,
ask equals to rise to meet you.

Will you be with me tomorrow
and the next day and the next,
or will you leave me barren and used.
I absolutely loved "tantric monogamy"; it's a near perfect blend of erotic and romantic tones, with a wonderful ending that strikes hard. I read this to one of my friends over the weekend, and she was blown away as well. I do believe you delivered big grins of amazement from us both, with this wonderful gem. :)

"big toys for big boys" is a wonderful plea definitely raising the validity of technologies expense. Your images are so well constructed and strong. Absolutely incredible...


Penetrating her valleys
filling clefts and rifts
with phallic skyscrapers.

Leaving a big mess,
for her to clean up,
out of laziness.
I thought these two stanza's were particularly thought inducing. Thanks for sharing these...

[sylvanlightning]

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[gdhmomchild]

Binding her with
rules and veils,
so she will be proper.
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Ah, isn't that what people do with so many things after all~?

[sylvanlightning]

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[Hippievixen]

whoa sylvanlightning, you have an awesome command of words and phrases. everything just bends like you tell it to. words are like putty to you!

i've always rejected format, as you could see with my poem 'Public.' i don't mind reading them at all, but when it comes to writing in one, it turns me off.

[Hippievixen]

my dad always admonishes me to write a beginning, a middle, and an ending. hehe.

[fulmah]

Bronzed one dancing sideways:
Beth on the left,
Mercury on the right,
Large coiling currents behind.
I love it! coiling current indeed!

Nobody can do anything for you.
Nothing you read can tell you who you are.
Life is precious, don't waste a drop.
For each blink, another world sails by.
And this ending punctuates the rest; fantastic. This reminded me of that spiritual quality that John Lennon possessed; getting down to the heart of it all. Thanks for executing such great thought in such a well versed way :)

[sylvanlightning]

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[KittenX]

I'm jealous of Tantric Monogamy, but in a good way, if there is such a way. Possibly yearning to feel the same, and yet resigned with what I've got.
Beautiful, controlled craft.

[sylvanlightning]

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[KittenX]

*sighs* Good poem.

Let me just quote a song...

['Wake up and face me,
Don't play dead cause maybe someday I will walk away and say,
"You disappoint me, Maybe you're better off this way,"]

[sylvanlightning]

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[fulmah]

I love how you cut to the chase, capture the core, and express it so well. This one gets me to thinking... yes, we have decisions/choices to make, and inner truth to find.... and yet I feel many are watching a national truth beginning to manifest, to gain conscious.... but I'm probably too optimistic :)

We have been fooled into praising
everything outside of ourselves;
giving away our attention,
like slaves convinced
that there is no other way.
great lines!

[7river]

Trimming the Earth,
like a fresh cut
french poodle.

Binding her with
rules and veils,
so she will be proper.

Covering her with
buildings and power-lines
so she won't be so sensual.

Paving her skin
with cosmetic asphalt
to hide wrinkles and contours.

Taking more and more
of her freely given treasures
without even a thank-you.

Penetrating her valleys
filling clefts and rifts
with phallic skyscrapers.

Leaving a big mess,
for her to clean up,
out of laziness.

Pouring toxins
into the bosom of Sea;
Making putrid the Air.

Big yellow trucks
and buzzing power tools;
worshiping violent sports.

Running around afraid
of being punished.
Pushing and forcing, anew.

I'm tired of insensitivity.
Careless brash ignorance
has had its day too long.

this poem tranported me back to days at sea on a testosterone filled tugboat feeling like i was an alien constantly fighting for my evironmental ethics...yes it has had its day too long.

[sylvanlightning]

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[StickyPoohy]

Great collection of thoughts, my friend! (It would seem that our thoughts on chaos wander along similar country roads!) The sylvanlightning burns bright, this night!!


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[fulmah]

Its emptiness is filled,
with six cups of transparent liquid;
odorless, tasteless elixir of life.
following the directions on the box indeed leads to a full, wholesome boil!

Bubbles, like a multitude of eyes
adorning an archaic swamp monstrosity
rising primeval from a subconscious soup.

Yet, crystalline in clarity, they shine
flawless and irrational;
awe-inspiring non-euclidian perfection,
being, as the transmutation of action.
How you find joy, mystery and commentary on the wonders of life from cooking a pot of mac'n cheese is inspiring, to say the least. From that inspirational tip, it's important to realize that even in the mundane, great beauty resides in the fundamentals, waiting to be discovered by an open mind. It's great to have one around here who's as receptive as you stop by to share their thoughts! Thanks for this one, it was a wonderful read :)

[littleskinny]

I haven't been around much lately so apologies for not popping by...I have a lot to catch up with!! And I will, in due course...I will peruse, leisurely...

In the meantime, this:

Still beaming,
studying me like a painting,
you interest honors me.

was bloomin' lovely.

[littleskinny]

I seek communion,
not consumption,
for you are priceless.

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sighs. That we could all learn that.....

[osiris]

It can't be denied that every sacrament is a phenomenon.

Nor can it be denied that if +1 + -1 = 0, than 0 = -1 + +1.

So, therefore, mustn't every phenomenon be a sacrament?

eMBeMLaHV! :)

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[fulmah]

Oscillation betwixt light and dark,
pulse pausing as field of static,
rich depth of random spacial flashes.
the opening was my favorite part, but the whole thing was excellent. The rhythm throughout is fantastic, you've done a fantastic job here getting syllables to bounce off each other in wierd places.... it's almost distracting, actually, it is distracting but I think that works in the poems favor! The conflict of simple complexity; reduction, expansion, the breaking of definitions, so wonderful!

[osiris]

and yet we find that regardless of the manner in which we choose to bear the beloved burden of eternity, it will be born. And yet(and yet, and yet--->like a certain fabled spear in the side of a certain noble sufferer), all the more reason is this to choose the proper manner by which to achieve this Work.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[sylvanlightning]

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Let us speak with fragile truths,
freshly wrought ,
from silence to whisper.

Bypass the mind,
like a glass of wine,
with intoxicating warmth.

The meaning of this moment,
is the experience;
your eyes hold new feelings.

Where have you been...
It seems like forever
since your lips parted.

Embrace me,
with just your smile,
then I will understand.

[GirlInTheGreenGrass]

Wind scattered words...so many.

[sylvanlightning]

yes, quite a few and many tabula rasas...

[GirlInTheGreenGrass]

:) all I got when I opened it was a bunch of "wind scatttered words" didn't see the poetry. Thought I'd comment on those three words anyway.

[KittenX]

Let us speak with fragile truths,
freshly wrought ,
from silence to whisper.

Bypass the mind,
like a glass of wine,
with intoxicating warmth.

The meaning of this moment,
is the experience;
your eyes hold new feelings.

Where have you been...
It seems like forever
since your lips parted.

Embrace me,
with just your smile,
then I will understand.Wonderful words, had to quote the entire piece as it speaks to me. I can relate this to myself to easily, it's almost too close for comfort.
-Where have you been- indeed... :(

[sylvanlightning]

Wind blown words ~*