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  • Bullion Grey (6/3/2009 11:58:00 PM) Post reply

    May you find out one day what is Love.
    May Love find you one day, too.
    Love holds the Truth that all is precious.
    Love judges no-thing as it is always growing.
    Love realizes all is well.
    Love understands everything leads to It.
    Love asks every person to enter the Mystery.
    Few are able, for whatever reasons, enter Love.
    Love sets one free.
    Love uses everything.
    Only in Love can you know Love.
    For those still resisting, Love is waiting.
    BG

  • Augustus Egg (6/3/2009 9:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Poets & poetry

    it will lie next to judgment
    barred
    like death and incapacity, bankrupt
    or
    oh wonderful irony
    liquidation of all that damp-
    ping down.

    picture it,
    like an old carpet complexion, an omelette
    blanket of raspberry eggs.
    you are steering the words, yet
    keeping meticulously to hidden rules

    an arrangement of random bolts or pins
    named, profiled, textured
    threaded over and over

    effectively a programme of accurate reflection
    and little tails sticking up
    like tongues fitted against a great volume of air

    there we’ll find their heads
    uppermost


    a poem

    i noticed today
    displayed as poetry
    some improbable words

    irregular sentences
    becoming almost daft

    like tarry flavoured pimples cured
    preserved by the smoke

    there, a blind boy is rounded up
    no pitiless talk relief to think of him
    in that nearest house
    sight staring into space

    they alone work, don’t starve
    like Africans do that
    with bad quality flour, kind
    as well as included in the family of that

    good natured thing
    holding a rank equal to that of a king.

  • Bullion Grey (5/31/2009 11:14:00 AM) Post reply

    Don't try to tell me lies about what is important in life. Avoid teaching things like honor (only applies if enforced like military an such) . Or being honest (best research about it is the average person decieves at least once every two hours, plus take make-up for example, it is definitely deception, and look at nature, countless creatures conceal themselves for food or to avoid becoming food) . Don't fake me out with your stories of how great the old days were (in the old days there were plenty who spoke of the old days THEN) . Stop all this whining about political figures seeming incorruptable only to find later they are in court facing corruption charges, (studies show that there are 1500 Lobbyist for each D.C. politician) . Cease talking about how bad speeding 5 or 10 miles over the speed limit is, (on any given day one can watch speeding patrol cars without lights or sirens) . Don't tell me how great your belief is or how you 'know' what you believe is true, (the record of such belief myopia leading to a dead end or worse are legendary) . And get off that high horse of how to properly spell or gramerically say something, (some of the most powerful, influencial writing is decidely not all correct spelling and grammer)
    Oh, and for those who think they are being an 'individual' by wearing clothes or hair in a certain way, forget about it...your friends dress the same way. So much for being independent. Harley Davidson riders like to say they are 'individualist' - what a laugh! Harely Davison riders are all part of a tribe of common niche people, and to top it off, they are unwitting victims of great marketing! Yes, there are honest people, but you won't find them spouting how honest they are. There are people with honor but they don't need to be trained to kill or wear a suit or uniform. So on and so forth...
    BG

  • Augustus Egg (5/30/2009 8:57:00 PM) Post reply

    ‘When the individual line ceases to have energy for me I usually break the line there' Ed Dorn

  • Augustus Egg (5/28/2009 8:31:00 PM) Post reply

    if a poem isn’t an excursion, then what is it?
    an outing
    an errand
    a stroll down memory lane?


    unconquerable fear (an excursion into the mountains)

    ice tilted sunwards
    falling
    weight well forward
    steeply
    inclined
    grips
    small hand holds
    a sense of exposure
    makes that foot placement look dicey

  • Augustus Egg (5/28/2009 8:18:00 PM) Post reply

    spelling tips

    sometimes it’s an idea to pepper your forum posts with
    spelling errors of omission.

    by that, i mean for example: weigt for weight
    not weight for wait

    it will give your replies especially,
    the addled effect of spotaneity

  • Augustus Egg (5/27/2009 10:42:00 PM) Post reply

    to those who say what else is there to write about
    when there is hunger and privatisation in the world
    i’ll reinstate two stalwarts:
    the positron and freemasory

  • Augustus Egg (5/27/2009 7:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    update

    when we poets are writing our poems
    we are not thinking straight

    we are slow and meandering
    like a lava stream

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    • Kori Haffmun (5/30/2009 8:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Sometime when I write ideas just come to my mind. It's not slow at all. It's more like a crack of lightning to the head, if you know what I mean.

  • Augustus Egg (5/27/2009 6:50:00 PM) Post reply

    write something
    as if it were a duty
    as if the possibilities are not yet exhausted
    for instance
    you could
    have someone say
    something interesting
    about something unexciting
    like the law of averages:

    ‘the day starts
    with nothing
    resembling a plot’

    is this true?

    who knows?
    that’s partly
    what makes it exciting

  • Stephen K. (5/19/2009 6:18:00 PM) Post reply

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/steve-qae/

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