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12/25/2005 11:22:03 PM · #576 |
| Wow Judy, very good and in quick fashion. You should send it to Manny. Awesome stuff. |
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12/26/2005 12:36:10 AM · #577 |
Photo By: Lesley Goodman
"Faceless Not Faithless"
He buries his face in his lap
asking for self-control
seeking grace to fill the gap
with in his heart and soul.
Searching for a heavenly hope
and comfort from a solemn place
he leans upon his faith to cope
with the trials of life's embrace.
He longs to hear the declaration
of sweet justification and nothing less
a quiet time in prayer and supplication
keeps him faceless not faithless.
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12/26/2005 02:50:22 AM · #578 |
Photo By: Rikki Dy-Liacco
"The Jolly Boat"
Take a trip on the jolly boat
cast your cares where serenity floats
the silent sways rock you to sleep
as wind and waves your company keeps.
With the stillness of the calming day
let the warming sun melt stress away
the morning wakes the sea alive
explore the wonders with a thrilling dive.
You hear the call of a distant land
your time of return is close at hand
so you sail along the friendly coast
as you drift and dream on the jolly boat.
Jeff
Message edited by author 2005-12-26 03:11:58. |
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12/26/2005 03:03:21 AM · #579 |
Thank you so much Judy. Love the poem.:)
Originally posted by Jutilda:
the time of mist-
morning tide
lost in reality
dreams have died
heading out to no man's land
living on water
no place to stand
as I go through motions
with each day the same
i'm backwards, forwards
stuck , framed
all in a day's work
beginning to end
nothing goes differently
no change 'round the bend
so, mist that covers
pray shroud my soul
with hope and shelter
from this life's hell hole
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12/26/2005 02:04:43 PM · #580 |
Photo by: Lesley Goodman
"The Madonna of the Leaves and Rain"
The madonna
of the leaves and rain
an eternal symbol
of vanity and pain
bound desire
with silent affliction
personifies the
human condition.
The leaves represent
a thought or belief
tossed to and fro
as joy and grief.
The rains fall
as a cleansing rush
engulfs the call
of a crying hush.
The naive fate
of a simple mind
the naked state
of all mankind.
We bind ourselves
with predjudice and pride
while we hide our love
and hope inside.
What is there to lose
or what is the gain?
Just look at the madonna
of the leaves and rain.
Jeff |
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12/26/2005 05:15:44 PM · #581 |
Photo by: Soni Foos
"Coal Train"
Through hills and valleys
loneliness goes
a blowing whistle
the sky only knows.
The clouds and grass
are familiar old friends
on a desolate journey
of straights and bends.
Tracks lie in wait
to guide the length
with an iron will
of wood and strength.
A treasure of youth
will always remain,
counting the cars
of a long coal train.
Jeff |
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12/26/2005 06:07:20 PM · #582 |
Photo by: Justin Black
"Night Falls"
Night falls
as the sun sets
the blue light
exposes sillouettes
the stars are bright
and dot the sky
clear and perfect
for a sparkling eye
the simple beauty
of an evening watch
no telescope needed
to see so much
just step outside
and hear the calls
of the sun's farewell
as night falls.
Jeff |
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12/27/2005 08:13:25 PM · #583 |
BTW, I updated //cosmos.ucsd.edu/~jbordner/dpc-poems/ this evening. If anyone finds any mistakes, please let me know!
Nordlys [/quote]
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12/28/2005 09:14:43 PM · #584 |
Nevermind
Message edited by author 2005-12-29 18:47:24. |
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12/29/2005 06:47:54 PM · #585 |
| Sleep well my thread ...sleep well. |
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12/29/2005 10:16:31 PM · #586 |
| OK wake up thread come on thread wake up, we need to do some stuff gettin bored again. |
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12/29/2005 10:38:05 PM · #587 |
How about this one Jeff?
Just cuz I like ya.
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12/29/2005 10:41:07 PM · #588 |
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12/30/2005 10:44:07 PM · #589 |
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12/30/2005 10:57:57 PM · #590 |
| I am workin on it rite now wave. |
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12/30/2005 11:07:27 PM · #591 |
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12/31/2005 01:11:13 AM · #592 |
Photo by: Steve Brisendine
"Shadowy Friend"
As friends that run and play
we stride step for step
before the sun is tucked away
my shadowy friend is kept
I always hide and then I call
as I hurry and scurry around
but when I duck behind a wall
my friend is no where to be found
Then at home, I ask my mama.
Where did my shadowy friend go?
She told me (as I slipped into my pajamas)
he hides when light doesn't show
and when I climbed into my bed
my nightlite was far too revealing
it was just as my mama said
there he was- waving at me
from the ceiling.
Jeff
Message edited by author 2005-12-31 11:29:37. |
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12/31/2005 05:10:19 AM · #593 |
Anyone have a picture that works for this poem? I've never quite pulled one off myself:
Poem in the Broken Seasons
The piney watchers watch.
A ripple takes the pond,
wakes waters that lie still
deeper than eye can reach,
as deep as light can sift.
A tree breaks from its leaves.
Nothing that lives, but grieves...
In silence, June retreats:
heat of summer in air,
heat of air on all
the watchers in the trees.
The pond is still once more.
In passage of the year
I shall learn how to please...
The essence of the pond
is air: is to float free,
circling entranced
amidst the broken leaves.
I feel a ripple rise
in my slow body now,
and yet I have not moved
silent through the trees
or stillness of the air,
except to touch the pond.
What place is there to turn?
What hope of breaking free
from circle of the year,
except it turns with me?
The dreaming pond, the air,
trees, watchers even, all
are body of changing love,
encircled in the year.
My voice, my heart, are mute.
The deaf ear hears, but love,
love cries for ways to speak...
Muted in kind, the trees
whisper, remark their days
in passages of quiet and of voice.
Body discovers pond.
Ripple is all.
The season is love. Bright air
sings through the watching trees...
ΓΆ€” Robt. Ward
Message edited by author 2005-12-31 05:11:56. |
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12/31/2005 05:46:47 AM · #594 |
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Anyone have a picture that works for this poem? I've never quite pulled one off myself:
Poem in the Broken Seasons
The piney watchers watch.
A ripple takes the pond,
wakes waters that lie still
deeper than eye can reach,
as deep as light can sift.
A tree breaks from its leaves.
Nothing that lives, but grieves...
In silence, June retreats:
heat of summer in air,
heat of air on all
the watchers in the trees.
The pond is still once more.
In passage of the year
I shall learn how to please...
The essence of the pond
is air: is to float free,
circling entranced
amidst the broken leaves.
I feel a ripple rise
in my slow body now,
and yet I have not moved
silent through the trees
or stillness of the air,
except to touch the pond.
What place is there to turn?
What hope of breaking free
from circle of the year,
except it turns with me?
The dreaming pond, the air,
trees, watchers even, all
are body of changing love,
encircled in the year.
My voice, my heart, are mute.
The deaf ear hears, but love,
love cries for ways to speak...
Muted in kind, the trees
whisper, remark their days
in passages of quiet and of voice.
Body discovers pond.
Ripple is all.
The season is love. Bright air
sings through the watching trees...
ΓΆ€” Robt. Ward |
Wow, wish I did have a photo for that. Thats a beautiful, powerful poem
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12/31/2005 05:47:49 AM · #595 |
I do have one photo thats crying for a poem :)
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12/31/2005 11:27:41 AM · #596 |
Nice to have you out of hibernation Robert 8~} That is a great poem!
Message edited by author 2005-12-31 12:04:55. |
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12/31/2005 12:34:59 PM · #597 |
Originally posted by fayepek:
I do have one photo thats crying for a poem :)
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"Upstream lies death!" I knelt to shout at her.
She whispered back to me "It is my fate:
I live to die, and in my death give life
to countless new-spawned swimmers of my kind."
I cried back, "But it doesn't have to be!
You could turn now, and let the swift stream take
you dapple-driven back to the deep sea."
"Not I," she spoke, rippling on her way;
"My fate is my desire, my only dream.
My whole existence leads me to this end:
to die where I began, and to begin
anew by birthing spawn to seek the sea."
I watched her work upstream and out of sight,
wondering at the myriad ways of light...
Robt.
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12/31/2005 12:48:50 PM · #598 |
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Originally posted by fayepek:
I do have one photo thats crying for a poem :)
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"Upstream lies death!" I knelt to shout at her.
She whispered back to me "It is my fate:
I live to die, and in my death give life
to countless new-spawned swimmers of my kind."
I cried back, "But it doesn't have to be!
You could turn now, and let the swift stream take
you dapple-driven back to the deep sea."
"Not I," she spoke, rippling on her way;
"My fate is my desire, my only dream.
My whole existence leads me to this end:
to die where I began, and to begin
anew by birthing spawn to seek the sea."
I watched her work upstream and out of sight,
wondering at the myriad ways of light...
Robt. |
YES I was hoping you would do this one AWESOME! |
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12/31/2005 06:14:25 PM · #599 |
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Originally posted by fayepek:
I do have one photo thats crying for a poem :)
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"Upstream lies death!" I knelt to shout at her.
She whispered back to me "It is my fate:
I live to die, and in my death give life
to countless new-spawned swimmers of my kind."
I cried back, "But it doesn't have to be!
You could turn now, and let the swift stream take
you dapple-driven back to the deep sea."
"Not I," she spoke, rippling on her way;
"My fate is my desire, my only dream.
My whole existence leads me to this end:
to die where I began, and to begin
anew by birthing spawn to seek the sea."
I watched her work upstream and out of sight,
wondering at the myriad ways of light...
Robt. |
Ohhh that is perfect! Powerful and touching. It makes me cry.
Thanks Robert
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12/31/2005 06:57:57 PM · #600 |
Originally posted by fayepek:
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Originally posted by fayepek:
I do have one photo thats crying for a poem :)
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"Upstream lies death!" I knelt to shout at her.
She whispered back to me "It is my fate:
I live to die, and in my death give life
to countless new-spawned swimmers of my kind."
I cried back, "But it doesn't have to be!
You could turn now, and let the swift stream take
you dapple-driven back to the deep sea."
"Not I," she spoke, rippling on her way;
"My fate is my desire, my only dream.
My whole existence leads me to this end:
to die where I began, and to begin
anew by birthing spawn to seek the sea."
I watched her work upstream and out of sight,
wondering at the myriad ways of light...
Robt. |
Ohhh that is perfect! Powerful and touching. It makes me cry.
Thanks Robert |
A pleasure; as you can see, it didn't take long to come up with that. The image spoke to me, the imnage and your comments appended to it. Happy New Year!
R. |
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