Pa
He who was the river
He, who touched the moon
The tides that ran
Just for him
The eddies and the mighty monsoon
The waves that crash, breaker after breaker
The howling time way back when
I was just a child
Nurtured in the womb
He, who was out there fighting wars
Wars for the whole of mankind
In gentle subtle words
In genuflection, with a heart that loved so soon
Fields that grew with the sweetest to offer
Towns gathered round his to hear his thoughts
He who was the river,
He who loved the moon
Nestled in all time now
He who loved so soon
With grey white hair
Out upon some burnt savannah
Blue eyes that float in hidden tears
Of bygone years
Of tiring lies
He listens to all his people talking
Thinks back to when…
Then late at night
In whispers, his prayers to the moon
He who was the river
Who whistled that first nurturing tune
Hallelujah.
Legacy for Leonard
Got Soul
Positive Reinforcement
It was always positive
That positive reinforcement
Of course it drained
The psychopath
Realism, which turned to masochism
Then sado-masochism
Then back to positive reinforcement
For a while
Boy meets girl
Girl calls boy, boy
Without recourse
It was just a reaction
Like banging your head against an oncoming vehicle
Sweet life, grow up and hate it
So long as you keep saying you love
Are love
As that is what He wants of us
Nothing more
Nothing.
Ok I lied about the title of this movie
Sell your own damned soul
It was always positive
That positive reinforcement
Of course it drained
The psychopath
Realism, which turned to masochism
Then sado-masochism
Then back to positive reinforcement
For a while
Boy meets girl
Girl calls boy, boy
Without recourse
It was just a reaction
Like banging your head against an oncoming vehicle
Sweet life, grow up and hate it
So long as you keep saying you love
Are love
As that is what He wants of us
Nothing more
Nothing.
Ok I lied about the title of this movie
Sell your own damned soul
Lunacy
Leunig
I cheated
I know what’s going to happen next year
It came to me in last Saturday’s paper
Mysteriously, in a pique of Omnipotent generosity.
I feel terribly awful now
Knowing all bout the year ahead,
I also feel a little trepid -
They feel fine, you should try one -
Should I, for instance
Tell you -
Whom I am not particularly fond of now might I add -
All about next year?
(Bastard, how could you do that to an innocent lamb?!)
As I know now what I probably should not
I mean I don't know the itty-bitty
The tit bits that might make me rich
Or gather me more tits, or are they back to calling those things boobies again these days?
I don't know, its been that long...
And being an oracle
I probably should of looked further afield,
There are after all lovely fields everywhere going unseen
They are under urban developments now I believe,
I should of say, got the numbers of the good horses
But I didn't think of that -
So stop bloody staring at me that way -
Not when the whole of the future
Well, a year of it at least
Was staring me in the face.
Sadly it was more the same
Although not looking good for Scorpio
Although, of course, it never was -
And I am not into horoscopes
Being much more into Scorpions -
It came to ME
Much the same as last year
Although that was in retrospect
In a Leunig Calendar -
Not last year I missed out on that calendar
I mean The Vision -
An Aussie legend
Though with a name like that
Who knows?
He could well be Spanish
I guess I just like him
Because he is a lunatic
And also an oracle like me
Or is that moi?
I don’t know, we shall have to wait and see
I cheated
I know what’s going to happen next year
It came to me in last Saturday’s paper
Mysteriously, in a pique of Omnipotent generosity.
I feel terribly awful now
Knowing all bout the year ahead,
I also feel a little trepid -
They feel fine, you should try one -
Should I, for instance
Tell you -
Whom I am not particularly fond of now might I add -
All about next year?
(Bastard, how could you do that to an innocent lamb?!)
As I know now what I probably should not
I mean I don't know the itty-bitty
The tit bits that might make me rich
Or gather me more tits, or are they back to calling those things boobies again these days?
I don't know, its been that long...
And being an oracle
I probably should of looked further afield,
There are after all lovely fields everywhere going unseen
They are under urban developments now I believe,
I should of say, got the numbers of the good horses
But I didn't think of that -
So stop bloody staring at me that way -
Not when the whole of the future
Well, a year of it at least
Was staring me in the face.
Sadly it was more the same
Although not looking good for Scorpio
Although, of course, it never was -
And I am not into horoscopes
Being much more into Scorpions -
It came to ME
Much the same as last year
Although that was in retrospect
In a Leunig Calendar -
Not last year I missed out on that calendar
I mean The Vision -
An Aussie legend
Though with a name like that
Who knows?
He could well be Spanish
I guess I just like him
Because he is a lunatic
And also an oracle like me
Or is that moi?
I don’t know, we shall have to wait and see
Aptitude
Concentration Spam
Concent – hey diddle diddle – rate
Johnny!
Wha?
Did you hear what I – the cat and the fiddle.
Yo
A moon cow tiptoes past the class window
Moo – she’s a nice cow, always says hello
Now if we are all paying – riotous
What now Johnny?
Hey?
You’ll be out on your – Raindrops
Keep falling
I don’t know why I am
EAR!
Yessum – Bitch
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Oh dang, I thought I just thunk that...
Da, what are you doing Ha?
N’d no sin
N’d no
But ya Ma she ain’t to pweased
Kinda reminds me of thi time…
Oh ya Pa oh ya
WILL YOU TWO STOP TALKING
Sa, sa.
That’s all right!
Mr Bush we are here to talk about your sons
Apti – So when you get home boy
You be nice ta ha
Sure Pa, sure
GET! OUT!!!
Concent – hey diddle diddle – rate
Johnny!
Wha?
Did you hear what I – the cat and the fiddle.
Yo
A moon cow tiptoes past the class window
Moo – she’s a nice cow, always says hello
Now if we are all paying – riotous
What now Johnny?
Hey?
You’ll be out on your – Raindrops
Keep falling
I don’t know why I am
EAR!
Yessum – Bitch
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Oh dang, I thought I just thunk that...
Da, what are you doing Ha?
N’d no sin
N’d no
But ya Ma she ain’t to pweased
Kinda reminds me of thi time…
Oh ya Pa oh ya
WILL YOU TWO STOP TALKING
Sa, sa.
That’s all right!
Mr Bush we are here to talk about your sons
Apti – So when you get home boy
You be nice ta ha
Sure Pa, sure
GET! OUT!!!
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paula_hansen
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Dear Mr Jimminyc, I can sense you are hurting and I send healing to you, blessed with the love of our Lord and his Son, together may you be all healed and all better, may your suffering end now or even later and may your boat fly fast through the clouds of confusion, the hills of anxiety. Yes, the lion may lay down with the lamb but surely he will eat him all up and leave without saying thank you. Some things are certain in life and this is not either. Jimminyc, I wish you great commercial success as a poet but pray you never forget your root
kind regards
Paula (Poetry contest Winner November 2006)
REMEMBER, WE ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN
kind regards
Paula (Poetry contest Winner November 2006)
REMEMBER, WE ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN
No
No, fine thanks, how are you? Actually try replying with personal stuff in email rather than in post Paula, save us both a lot of bother. Thank you, and your saviours, have a nice day. 
Oh and congratulations
Yes congrats on that Paula, heaven only knows how clever you must feel now; actually i doubt heaven is all that interested. 
Leunig
Oh I see now the concern, about Lambs and Leunig, hmmm you should see if you can get some of his stuff Paula, its enlightening in the most feathery of ways. My writing is a reflection of moods Paula (and sometimes other stuff too) - and that poem is about an elevated mood anyway - but nothing to concern yourself with in regards to the Author, more the subject. Else I'd just write letters like this one, and forget about the... Anyway take care, and please remember to put your left foot first and reply via PM.
P.s. Your left foot is the less smellier one, but it does not smell like roses.
On second thoughts if all my letters were written like this they would be poetry too, oh Paula you do grow on people.
P.s. Your left foot is the less smellier one, but it does not smell like roses.
On second thoughts if all my letters were written like this they would be poetry too, oh Paula you do grow on people.
Lancing
A Good Lancing
That was five years
Or it might of well of been
It was my Ring finger
It was my soul purpose
The jewels of engaging personality
The solid band
The neurosis
But the doc
Took one look
"It has got to come off"
I'm right handed
I shouldn't care so much
Worse could happen
Quite a lot
But you stab that deep into a person
Cancer
In the ring finger
Not cancer in the heart
But for love
To find yet another part
Upon this stage of dreams
Cannot today
Cannot tomorrow
Not until these steely strings subside
Not until eyes wash over my hand
Not noticing we are apart
Until I heal up
Of course
Another marriage is out of the question
Where would the new ring go?
That was five years
Or it might of well of been
It was my Ring finger
It was my soul purpose
The jewels of engaging personality
The solid band
The neurosis
But the doc
Took one look
"It has got to come off"
I'm right handed
I shouldn't care so much
Worse could happen
Quite a lot
But you stab that deep into a person
Cancer
In the ring finger
Not cancer in the heart
But for love
To find yet another part
Upon this stage of dreams
Cannot today
Cannot tomorrow
Not until these steely strings subside
Not until eyes wash over my hand
Not noticing we are apart
Until I heal up
Of course
Another marriage is out of the question
Where would the new ring go?
Children
Children
Children say the dandiest things
They are like Piranha’s
But you shouldn't tell another parent of this deliverance
Children are connected to this world, the last and the next
They grow out of it
They hit puberty
Children are subtle tricksters of the mind
Adults want to be children again
Adults are always wanting
Children stop around the age of seven
Then the void sets in
Then the void
Children will surface throughout your life
Throughout time
Throughout memories
Some are slow as gold
Some rusted like tin
A child in time
Who is and who is not
A child in time?
Adults nurture the anger
That they robed themselves in
They crow
Adults steam their goggles
Condensation
Misery
Adults lick milk from their bowls
They burp they fart
They roll
Adults deny time
Time that they've invented
Adults deny time
To give them time to reinvent it
Time is a fishing bowl
Children swim free of
Children say the dandiest things
They are like Piranha’s
But you shouldn't tell another parent of this deliverance
Children are connected to this world, the last and the next
They grow out of it
They hit puberty
Children are subtle tricksters of the mind
Adults want to be children again
Adults are always wanting
Children stop around the age of seven
Then the void sets in
Then the void
Children will surface throughout your life
Throughout time
Throughout memories
Some are slow as gold
Some rusted like tin
A child in time
Who is and who is not
A child in time?
Adults nurture the anger
That they robed themselves in
They crow
Adults steam their goggles
Condensation
Misery
Adults lick milk from their bowls
They burp they fart
They roll
Adults deny time
Time that they've invented
Adults deny time
To give them time to reinvent it
Time is a fishing bowl
Children swim free of
In doubt?
I have had an adventure being a part of this forum, and read some fantastic poetry and expositions, I've had personal contact and I've had reactions a plenty, but I must move on lest I am never able to move again; also I feel like a hog and am squandering the expression of some much better writers, but thats a personal issue.
Anyway I thought I'd write a little expose on this year for me, for Paula and anyone else who needs to equate my writings with my mental state, which is fair enough. Anyone wishing to stay in touch please feel free to PM me and we can exchange email address; although I really may be insidious, something I am trying to meditate through.
Anyway take care one and all and best of luck with life.
James.
About This Year
This year did not start well: New Years Day I was evicted from a mates place, three cans of beer had been wasted, in intangible glory I rocketed home, drunken like many times before me, I lost that mate to dust. Nor did it proceed smoothly, one down to few to go. Come February my vehicle tried to plunge me into hell, 160m it skidded on its side, jumping off the main road, between tree and bus station, up the service road, into somebodies driveway “perfectly parked” the copper later expounded; I remember bumping my head, waking up in E.R. and being a tosser, I remember my mother passing out in E.R., and going and sitting beside her. I broke my collarbone, my “war wound”. I drank three more times, I ended the affair in March, and she was my one true love. I healed up ok, a dented right shoulder what can I say? Very little it seemed as I lived in a cave, and very few times did I manage to venture out. I gardened like god, working to the bone and finding merry old solace in Mary Jane and occasionally fighting with mum. Then some stray dog, a mate also it is true he decided to come along and save me, from what? I blew my top I screamed my head off and next thing I know, there again, were the cops; it was now August. Oh, a week before this I’d tried to kill myself, lay a lonesome night in bed, covered in vomit and apparently far from my end; I spent a few weeks being examined in the nut house, doors locked for the first time in my life – and I cannot resolve this still, although I’ve since thrown out the pot. I got out in October, for better or worse, and have managed to manage somewhat; although with this said, I have managed to war with Hare Krishna’s. I do try and keep a low profile, diagnosed at the age of 14 as being a little off the rails, this year stands somewhat out of the crowd, amongst 17 other good contenders, as the one that really does suck. But then last year was when I lost my 18-year-old cat, and ended a relationship with a good woman with three kids, so I guessed I figured I should try and top that.
Anyway I thought I'd write a little expose on this year for me, for Paula and anyone else who needs to equate my writings with my mental state, which is fair enough. Anyone wishing to stay in touch please feel free to PM me and we can exchange email address; although I really may be insidious, something I am trying to meditate through.
Anyway take care one and all and best of luck with life.
James.
About This Year
This year did not start well: New Years Day I was evicted from a mates place, three cans of beer had been wasted, in intangible glory I rocketed home, drunken like many times before me, I lost that mate to dust. Nor did it proceed smoothly, one down to few to go. Come February my vehicle tried to plunge me into hell, 160m it skidded on its side, jumping off the main road, between tree and bus station, up the service road, into somebodies driveway “perfectly parked” the copper later expounded; I remember bumping my head, waking up in E.R. and being a tosser, I remember my mother passing out in E.R., and going and sitting beside her. I broke my collarbone, my “war wound”. I drank three more times, I ended the affair in March, and she was my one true love. I healed up ok, a dented right shoulder what can I say? Very little it seemed as I lived in a cave, and very few times did I manage to venture out. I gardened like god, working to the bone and finding merry old solace in Mary Jane and occasionally fighting with mum. Then some stray dog, a mate also it is true he decided to come along and save me, from what? I blew my top I screamed my head off and next thing I know, there again, were the cops; it was now August. Oh, a week before this I’d tried to kill myself, lay a lonesome night in bed, covered in vomit and apparently far from my end; I spent a few weeks being examined in the nut house, doors locked for the first time in my life – and I cannot resolve this still, although I’ve since thrown out the pot. I got out in October, for better or worse, and have managed to manage somewhat; although with this said, I have managed to war with Hare Krishna’s. I do try and keep a low profile, diagnosed at the age of 14 as being a little off the rails, this year stands somewhat out of the crowd, amongst 17 other good contenders, as the one that really does suck. But then last year was when I lost my 18-year-old cat, and ended a relationship with a good woman with three kids, so I guessed I figured I should try and top that.
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paula_hansen
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jiminy james,
As is the humming safron dusk.
It is the sound that you hear when you are over-tired and half awake and half asleep.
But it is not God.
It is only a wave that one takes in that direction.
If you like, Brahma is wave and Atman is particle. Two perspectives on /of the same thing.
...and when you move to atman perspective, you are god (little "g")
" I am in the Father and the Father is in me " (J.C.) Same thing again.
My Poem (The Haikuesq-baiyat of Albert .....)that you asked about is all about this theme, from different cultural views, even a bit of phisics. Thanks for inspiring me to post it.
I don't usually explain the meanings of my poems/lines, but you "deserve" it!
Thanks for your comments and support.
The Sun always rises. Battle on brother.
Mat James
Mat.
omni pad-me aum ( buddhist chant) is, for me, the "Word", the sound of the universe, the eternal vibration, the didgeridoo of God.omni pad-me aum...
an Einstein for an I ?
a billion suns look to me
brahma at-man-I
As is the humming safron dusk.
It is the sound that you hear when you are over-tired and half awake and half asleep.
But it is not God.
It is only a wave that one takes in that direction.
Brahma is the suprheme Hindu deity. Atman is the divine spark within the individual.Brahma at-man-I
If you like, Brahma is wave and Atman is particle. Two perspectives on /of the same thing.
...and when you move to atman perspective, you are god (little "g")
" I am in the Father and the Father is in me " (J.C.) Same thing again.
My Poem (The Haikuesq-baiyat of Albert .....)that you asked about is all about this theme, from different cultural views, even a bit of phisics. Thanks for inspiring me to post it.
I don't usually explain the meanings of my poems/lines, but you "deserve" it!
Thanks for your comments and support.
The Sun always rises. Battle on brother.
Mat James
Mat.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.