Poetry

[haqiqu]

Quit your addiction
to sneer and complaint
Try a little flaunt
Call for comrades
who bolster your vim
and offer you risk
Corral the crones
Goose the nice nellies
Hunt the bear that hugs
and the raven that quoths
Stay up all night
to devise a new dawn

~ James Broughton ~

(Little Sermons of the Big Joy)

[haqiqu]

Shadows

Everyone knows the great energies running amok cast
terrible shadows, that each of the so-called
senseless acts has its thread looping
back through the world and into a human heart.
And meanwhile
the gold-trimmed thunder
wanders the sky; the river
may be filling the cellars of the sleeping town.
Cyclone, fire, and their merry cousins
bring us to grief - but these are the hours
with the old wooden-god faces;
we lift them to our shoulders like so many
black coffins, we continue walking
into the future. I don't mean
there are no bodies in the river,
or bones broken by the wind. I mean
everyone who has heard the lethal train-roar
of the tornado swears there was no mention ever
of any person, or reason - I mean
the waters rise without any plot upon
history, or even geography. Whatever
power of the earth rampages, we turn to it
dazed but anonymous eyes; whatever
the name of the catastrophe, it is never
the opposite of love.

~Mary Oliver~

[norral]

hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.

imagine

imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you

---

i love you

i u
totally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely

norral

[norral]

let the rich go fight

go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal


norral

[Meerie]

hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.

imagine

imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you

---

i love you

i u
totally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely

norral

thank you, that made me cry, lots of emotion behind it

[Oceania]

let the rich go fight

go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal


norral

intense!

[haqiqu]

hmm i like that one, it makes me feel good dear heart.

imagine

imagine the day,
when finally, finally.
after so much suffering, pain and seperation.
disagreements , arguments and just general
angst
the barriers are removed
and when we look at one another
we see, we truly truly see
that we are one.
oh my god, oh my blessed lord
thank you

---

i love you

i u
totally , unconditionally , unreservedly.
come dive into this pool with me
let us take off the wrappers that
keep us apart.
and touch ever so tenderly.
i love you, totally and completely

norral

thank you, that made me cry, lots of emotion behind it

me, too. thanks, norral, dear brother, that is beautifully intense, straight from the heart.

many blessings to you and yours

---

let the rich go fight

go send the rich to fight the wars
no more sons and daughters of the middle and the poor.
the kids of the cheneys, clintons and bush
let them lead the next big push.
bring them back in caskets draped with flags
place their remains in olive body bags.
let the rich find out what it is to feel
the loss of a child so that others can steal


norral

amen, brother, the most celebrated, wisest sage couldn't have said that better. not that i wish that for anyone, but our ptb today consider the common people so much cannon fodder for their enrichment while they keep their loved ones safe behind their "golden" walls. :@

blessings


much love to you

[haqiqu]

This poem is dimensional and wants to be seen and heard and relished. . .

http://www.wimp.com/speaktypography

[norral]

dear meerie, oceania and haqiqu

thanks for the support. meerie i hope the only tears u ever shed in this life sister will be tears of joy.

haqiqu

i love that poem, that is really unique. its interesting how many different creative voices there are there right now. thanks for introducing us to that


norral

[norral]

i'm a raw nerve

i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze

somebody hung me on the front porch and i have a perfect view

of the road and the people passing by.

what is this thing im feeling

its like everything and all things all at once

really im looking for, looking for what.

for someone who im talking to to get it.

get IT. u know it.

there arent two of us here just one

it would be really nice to hug

it would be great if the whole world we us

could just hug one another and never let go.


norral

[haqiqu]

i'm a raw nerve

i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze

somebody hung me on the front porch and i have a perfect view

of the road and the people passing by.

what is this thing im feeling

its like everything and all things all at once

really im looking for, looking for what.

for someone who im talking to to get it.

get IT. u know it.

there arent two of us here just one

it would be really nice to hug

it would be great if the whole world we us

could just hug one another and never let go.


norral

We are IT!! As John Prine sung it, "Honey, we're the big door prize."

A great big hug to you, my otherself, from me, your otherself!

[Oceania]

yeah that's a nice one.

[norral]

thank you sisters

norral

[Meerie]

i'm a raw nerve

i'm a raw nerve just sitting here dangling in the breeze

yeah don't I know that feeling too... thank you for expressing yourself to all your other selves here!

[Oceania]

i got this awesome visual from it, two raw nerves dangling like hung laundry on a ranch house porch and looking at the sunset. hehehe.

[Meerie]

Yours and Norrals?

[Oceania]

what are you insinuatin'? that i have a crush on Norral's nerve?

[haqiqu]

A Physics

When you get down to it, Earth
has our own great ranges
of feeling-Rocky, Smoky, Blue-
and a heart that can melt stones.

The still pools fill with sky,
as if aloof, and we have eyes
for all of this-and more, for Earth's
reminding moon. We too are ruled

by such attractions-spun and swaddled,
rocked and lent a light. We run
our clocks on wheels, our trains
on time. But all the while we want

to love each other endlessly-not only for
a hundred years, not only six feet up and down.
We want the suns and moons of silver
in ourselves, not only counted coins in a cup. The whole

idea of love was not to fall. And neither was
the whole idea of God. We put him well
above ourselves, because we meant,
in time, to measure up.

~ Heather McHugh ~


(Hinge and Sign: Poems, 1968-1993)

[Oceania]

nice! i love the flow of that.

[norral]

i love it too sister and i love u and oceania and meerie and ankh and all the wonderful sisters !!!

heres another from your brother

the only solution is to become god (small g )

its the only way out

cause what i see makes me just want to scream and shout

pound my head against the wall

crumble to pieces and forget it all

but something inside says keep going

u ha ha are about to enter the deep knowing

and when u do

motivated by a love true and true

power will be placed in righteous hands

and god (small g) will show himself in man

norral

[Oceania]

i'll refrain from giving you a big head Norral, i'll just "like it".

[norral]

ha ha i have an image of myself now at 6' 1" and 225 with a head the size of an orange.

thanks girl !! u done put a spell on me

[Oceania]

i didn't mean to shrink your head. just have a normal melon size.

[haqiqu]

A Map to the Next World

In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map
for those who would climb through the hole in the sky.

My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged from the killing fields,
from the bedrooms and the kitchens.

For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet.

The map must be of sand and can't be read by ordinary light.
It must carry fire to the next tribal town, for renewal of spirit.

In the legend are instructions on the language of the land,
how it was we forgot to acknowledge the gift, as if we were not in it or of it.

Take note of the proliferation of supermarkets and malls, the altars of money.
They best describe the detour from grace.

Keep track of the errors of our forgetfulness; a fog steals our children while we sleep.

Flowers of rage spring up in the depression, the monsters are born there of nuclear anger.

Trees of ashes wave good-bye to good-bye and the map appears to disappear.

We no longer know the names of the birds here,
how to speak to them by their personal names.

Once we knew everything in this lush promise.

What I am telling you is real and is printed in a warning on the map.
Our forgetfulness stalks us, walks the earth behind us,
leaving a trail of paper diapers, needles and wasted blood.

An imperfect map will have to do little one.

The place of entry is the sea of your mother's blood,
your father's small death as he longs to know himself in another.

There is no exit.

The map can be interpreted through the wall of the intestine --
a spiral on the road of knowledge.

You will travel through the membrane of death,
smell cooking from the encampment where our relatives make a feast
of fresh deer meat and corn soup, in the Milky Way.

They have never left us; we abandoned them for science.

And when you take your next breath as we enter the fifth world there will be no X,
no guide book with words you can carry.

You will have to navigate by your mother's voice, renew the song she is singing.

Fresh courage glimmers from planets.

And lights the map printed with the blood of history,
a map you will have to know by your intention, by the language of suns.

When you emerge note the tracks of the monster slayers
where they entered the cities of artificial light and killed what was killing us.

You will see red cliffs. They are the heart, contain the ladder.

A white deer will come to greet you when the last human climbs from the destruction.

Remember the hole of our shame marking the act of abandoning our tribal grounds.

We were never perfect.

Yet, the journey we make together is perfect on this earth
who was once a star and made the same mistakes as humans.

We might make them again, she said.

Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.

You must make your own map.

~ Joy Harjo ~



(A Map to the Next World: Poems)

[norral]

that dear sister says it all. thanks

norral

[haqiqu]

that dear sister says it all. thanks

norral

[haqiqu]

Primary Wonder

Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng's clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.

~ Denise Levertov ~

(Selected Poems)

[norral]

one more 5000 lb. bonb will make this world happy

one more just one more and then they will get it

they will understand how thankful they should be to g.w. bush, cheney and obama

they're just dumb, they're not human thats why they are not thanking us.

some nerve they have huh,

just throw that dead baby of yours in the ditch

and come and thank us

we are your friends

america land of the sleepers

norral

---

i am a dbs


i am a dbs, dead baby specialist for those who dont know

i come from america, and i drop bombs on families.

i am a hero, hrmphh, hrmphh

i know this because the papers tell me so

and the papers never ever lie

people upset because of having their kids arms blown off

pretty cheeky of them i would say

the other day my 28 year old son stubbed his toe

omg how traumatic i had to send him to mayo

thank god he is ok i was having palpitations.

u your two year old grandson had his arm blown off

and all u do is complain , where's the love , where's the love

ungrateful that is what u are

u have to understand i am a hero

and besides that haliburton is making a lot of money

so what 's to complain about


norral

[norral]

for so long



for so long injustice and evil have ruled this plane

yeah u know we could give it a name

cheney, bush, rumsfeld and all,

together now brothers and sisters do u here the call

time to say no more, no more, NO MORE NO MORE

i wont be the one to go kill the poor

fighting in some far off desert land

killing for some invisible freaking hand

let them go do their own dirty deeds

but personally for me i feel the need

to say, NO MORE , NO MORE, NO MORE NO MORE

cowards that they are they hide under their beds

wanting u to me to send back the dead.

reports written up and ready to file

i aint killing nobodys child

so to sum it up this is what i gots to say

If god dont care enuf about us to speak up


then give it to me i'll drink from that cup,

NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE


no more no more freaking lousy stinking war


norral


i wanted to add one thing, it is not soldiers i have a problem with, it is the people who misuse the soldiers that i

have a problem with , sending them into situations that they shouldn't be in for their own personal gain.

just wanted to be clear about that

[haqiqu]

Go to the Limits of Your Longing


God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

by Rainer Maria Rilke;
translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows