I am again amazed at your postings. Such powerful thoughts. Good for you! I am not concerned as some about the author as you well know. Keep expressing yourself. It is when you hold it in that it burns your soul. How do you put them out so often? I am struggling with a piece that is important to me but it has become such hard work. Ah but it keeps me humble.
Peace to you Jim.
Sarah
Legacy for Leonard
In response to it all
Smiles cost extra (Cohen)
Ah well you know
OCD, I'm pretty sure is the answer to that one Sarry, bless you; the other answer is I write so many I occaisonally hit a good one. Being humbled is something I am constantly made aware of, but learning for myself is a life long task; as nobody has written any poetry for what seems a damn long time let me write about this girl, it will dearly amuse those who note me to be an introverted pest, meh. I need to read One Day My Son, Rudyard Kippling - I think thats the one.
Jessie
I don't know her name
But an intuitive friend
Made an implication
That it may be Jessie
Her face speaks of everything
Or am I so dumb
To believe so
Her lips smile, and they smile
And she smiles
They are all good smiles
That I fear so much to see one day dissolved.
I have a question to ask her, a million of them
I have a lifetime of doubts
I'm told a lifetime of possibilities
I have me now
A dog that I do love
Cigarettes that have become my
False zen
I have loneliness
As yet unbroken...
A cafe that serves the best cafe
Where she works
How can I go back there
And not ask her a question?
But I go back
I've seen it happen, happen, happen.
Resolution, what resolution?
To such drama
As everything,
That is a woman like Jessie
This heart is to thin to know
Just yet
*Hi Jack, smartass.
Jessie
I don't know her name
But an intuitive friend
Made an implication
That it may be Jessie
Her face speaks of everything
Or am I so dumb
To believe so
Her lips smile, and they smile
And she smiles
They are all good smiles
That I fear so much to see one day dissolved.
I have a question to ask her, a million of them
I have a lifetime of doubts
I'm told a lifetime of possibilities
I have me now
A dog that I do love
Cigarettes that have become my
False zen
I have loneliness
As yet unbroken...
A cafe that serves the best cafe
Where she works
How can I go back there
And not ask her a question?
But I go back
I've seen it happen, happen, happen.
Resolution, what resolution?
To such drama
As everything,
That is a woman like Jessie
This heart is to thin to know
Just yet
*Hi Jack, smartass.
Jiminy,
The poem you are thinking about (by Rudyard Kipling) is "If".
I liked the lines that go,
"If you can trust youself, when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too".
........
...........
and yet don't look too good nor talk too wise!!!!
It is a great poem, and I believe his inspiration for it was the Hindu poem/story, "The Bagavad Gita". Another fantastic poem. ( by Sanjali I think?)
Anyway do a google....Kipling+if
My father would quote verses from this poem when I was a small boy. In fact it was "If" that got me into poetry, along with "Horatius", which dad also read to me occasionally.
The poem you are thinking about (by Rudyard Kipling) is "If".
I liked the lines that go,
"If you can trust youself, when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too".
........
...........
and yet don't look too good nor talk too wise!!!!
It is a great poem, and I believe his inspiration for it was the Hindu poem/story, "The Bagavad Gita". Another fantastic poem. ( by Sanjali I think?)
Anyway do a google....Kipling+if
My father would quote verses from this poem when I was a small boy. In fact it was "If" that got me into poetry, along with "Horatius", which dad also read to me occasionally.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Irony
It was pasted to the back wall of my homegroup class in year 9, had it of been year 10 I'd be a man by now surely, and possibly a much better poet; my year 10 english teacher gave me my first A ever - so now you know who I blame for all these attempts at poetry!
Thank you again Mat, I shall go search and remind myself of the work.
Thank you again Mat, I shall go search and remind myself of the work.
Hello Jim,
I'm glad to see you decided not to leave after all.
I just wanted to let you know that the recent exchange of
messages we had about one of your poems and the
koala bears helped inspire me to start writing again,
which is something I keep putting off.
I look forward to reading more of your work.
Sherry
I'm glad to see you decided not to leave after all.
I just wanted to let you know that the recent exchange of
messages we had about one of your poems and the
koala bears helped inspire me to start writing again,
which is something I keep putting off.
I look forward to reading more of your work.
Sherry
Smooth typer
I'm in denial either way Sherry, not sure I am here at all, however I am thrilled by your resolve to take up pen again. I look forward to reading your posts, and thank you for the continued kind words and affirmation.
Yours truly,
James.
Yours truly,
James.
a poem for smokers
Resolution
Insipient desire that tares through
This perfect imperfection of a reflected life;
Weak hands that draw false idols,
When faith is the answer at the last.
Faith in God is so easy
Faith in God so easy,
When all other faiths are fear
Humanity through every corridor
Some open doors, some closed ones,
The path to find an answer
Demands a rerun through ones past
To find that moment
Nurtured in innocence
Where desire was no plague,
Where two hearts were at play,
Fear misdirects these travels
As will the will of ones own heart,
The truth is simple
It is perfect
It stops the world when torn apart.
Another resolution
Found in the rear-view of ones life
It holds no magic promise
It is no tickertape march
A movement as slowly as one might manage
When the heart beats so fast
Another step towards her
With the hope
That love may last,
The echoes of the mind
Told at last
To hush
To pass
Time shall come
Time is the second constant
But, I am not ruled by an hourglass
Should life impose more mockery?
I shall move again to its new dance
Insipient desire that tares through
This perfect imperfection of a reflected life;
Weak hands that draw false idols,
When faith is the answer at the last.
Faith in God is so easy
Faith in God so easy,
When all other faiths are fear
Humanity through every corridor
Some open doors, some closed ones,
The path to find an answer
Demands a rerun through ones past
To find that moment
Nurtured in innocence
Where desire was no plague,
Where two hearts were at play,
Fear misdirects these travels
As will the will of ones own heart,
The truth is simple
It is perfect
It stops the world when torn apart.
Another resolution
Found in the rear-view of ones life
It holds no magic promise
It is no tickertape march
A movement as slowly as one might manage
When the heart beats so fast
Another step towards her
With the hope
That love may last,
The echoes of the mind
Told at last
To hush
To pass
Time shall come
Time is the second constant
But, I am not ruled by an hourglass
Should life impose more mockery?
I shall move again to its new dance
Buz
Dove Tail
Dove outside
Titters over cobbled stones
Struts out of mind
One photograph of reality
Deaf mute
His page of life
Beyond
Exhumed lost souls
Swirling through this void
To yours
Trains that are
As real as trains
That are not, real
I thought of you
You created me
We are
As we always were
Imp perpetuate
Doves’ tails
Beyond all these things
We
Collectively
Dove outside
Titters over cobbled stones
Struts out of mind
One photograph of reality
Deaf mute
His page of life
Beyond
Exhumed lost souls
Swirling through this void
To yours
Trains that are
As real as trains
That are not, real
I thought of you
You created me
We are
As we always were
Imp perpetuate
Doves’ tails
Beyond all these things
We
Collectively
Zen Warrior
Zen Warrior
Warrior today
Worrier today
Warrior, sitting high where the wedge tailed eagle soars
Below; bellows, the furnace of our modern machines
Below the racket, the maelstrom, the void of everything
Warrior today
Worrier today
Warrior, who made life from ten fingers
Be it snow, or desert, ice, stone
Life slaughtered through age and slaughtered through bone
Be it canoe, ship, or couta boat
The warrior long kneels at the alter of this earth and prays
Wisdom made their heart strong as oxen
Work made their time move forward innocuously
Warrior today
Worrier today
Reading signs that drag the life blood from out of tired limbs
Wilted willow weeping lament, woe our time has come
The warriors stand up; they cement their force again
On a street paved with gold we walk with lent
Warrior today
Worrier today
In the valley of the darkened soul where evil fears itself
In a mirror, revelations of what must be done
Blood of the ostrich painted under eyes that bear no malice
Only truth
The warrior walks today down crowded streets
The worrier walks today down crowded streets
Brothers in arms
Alms for loss
Arms wreathed in flabby meat
Warrior today
Worrier today
Tired footfall on earth crushed by progress pro-aggressors
Tired blood run out of the fun of it all
The earth is younger than us now
Standing still,
The warrior
The worrier,
Lest we fall
Warrior today
Worrier today
Warrior, sitting high where the wedge tailed eagle soars
Below; bellows, the furnace of our modern machines
Below the racket, the maelstrom, the void of everything
Warrior today
Worrier today
Warrior, who made life from ten fingers
Be it snow, or desert, ice, stone
Life slaughtered through age and slaughtered through bone
Be it canoe, ship, or couta boat
The warrior long kneels at the alter of this earth and prays
Wisdom made their heart strong as oxen
Work made their time move forward innocuously
Warrior today
Worrier today
Reading signs that drag the life blood from out of tired limbs
Wilted willow weeping lament, woe our time has come
The warriors stand up; they cement their force again
On a street paved with gold we walk with lent
Warrior today
Worrier today
In the valley of the darkened soul where evil fears itself
In a mirror, revelations of what must be done
Blood of the ostrich painted under eyes that bear no malice
Only truth
The warrior walks today down crowded streets
The worrier walks today down crowded streets
Brothers in arms
Alms for loss
Arms wreathed in flabby meat
Warrior today
Worrier today
Tired footfall on earth crushed by progress pro-aggressors
Tired blood run out of the fun of it all
The earth is younger than us now
Standing still,
The warrior
The worrier,
Lest we fall
Age
Hevel - Vapor
To tired to walk
Nonsense
But to walk is to put at risk
This wise-dom
That may guide
Your pitiless ways,
To tired to eat
Nonsense
But to eat may give strength
To encounter the incontinence
Of the young
That we fear more
Than we fear the coming
Black shadow,
To tired to speak
Whatever
M’eh! Like you care
Like you care
My child,
Until the hevel passes
I know
I worked
I created and now
I am going to die.
What is it you will do
My child?
To tired to walk
Nonsense
But to walk is to put at risk
This wise-dom
That may guide
Your pitiless ways,
To tired to eat
Nonsense
But to eat may give strength
To encounter the incontinence
Of the young
That we fear more
Than we fear the coming
Black shadow,
To tired to speak
Whatever
M’eh! Like you care
Like you care
My child,
Until the hevel passes
I know
I worked
I created and now
I am going to die.
What is it you will do
My child?
Dogs life
Splashing Puddles
It is raining
Slowly drawing down from the sky
There should be dancing in the street
The land had become so dry
It is a light shower
Won’t put out the bushfires
They threaten existence
As does modern life
It is almost Christmas
There should be cheer and spirit
Gifts will be passed around soon
But at what cost
To hear more deflated sighs?
There is wonder in the word
Spoken between those still left to speak
But it’s tiring to overhear
Something that’s not at all that meek
It is raining
The poets are sleeping now
They’ve grown tired of their relentless growl
The pages of the books they loved
Lay dishevelled over the floor
The sky turns no darker
But the puddles grow ever more
No one really notices
Life washing out the door
It is raining
I am going for a walk
The dog won’t be happy
But at least he cannot talk
It is raining
Slowly drawing down from the sky
There should be dancing in the street
The land had become so dry
It is a light shower
Won’t put out the bushfires
They threaten existence
As does modern life
It is almost Christmas
There should be cheer and spirit
Gifts will be passed around soon
But at what cost
To hear more deflated sighs?
There is wonder in the word
Spoken between those still left to speak
But it’s tiring to overhear
Something that’s not at all that meek
It is raining
The poets are sleeping now
They’ve grown tired of their relentless growl
The pages of the books they loved
Lay dishevelled over the floor
The sky turns no darker
But the puddles grow ever more
No one really notices
Life washing out the door
It is raining
I am going for a walk
The dog won’t be happy
But at least he cannot talk
Depression
I Cured Myself
I read my postings
Just then
They were rather trite
The impulse at the time
I would diagnose as depression
The critique
I would not bother
The result
Is it humility?
But my mood has shifted
Lifted
Better than pills then
Or cheaper at least
Unless consequentially
Anyone who read that stuff
Got depressed
But I wouldn't think it was even that good
This isn't a bad piece mind you
It's a little self-indulgent sure
But
I am only a self
I read my postings
Just then
They were rather trite
The impulse at the time
I would diagnose as depression
The critique
I would not bother
The result
Is it humility?
But my mood has shifted
Lifted
Better than pills then
Or cheaper at least
Unless consequentially
Anyone who read that stuff
Got depressed
But I wouldn't think it was even that good
This isn't a bad piece mind you
It's a little self-indulgent sure
But
I am only a self
we are listening, Jiminy Cricket!
"and something that they are stammering leaves me dying."
(San Juan de la Cruz)
Regards, Mat.
poetry!The sky turns no darker
But the puddles grow ever more
No one really notices
Life washing out the door
"and something that they are stammering leaves me dying."
(San Juan de la Cruz)
Regards, Mat.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Mat!
Gracias. Not sure its advisable Mat, but thank you.
I've been torn apart by these two women (TWO!!! (actually I've torn myself apart to get the wording right) ); the one on the train today, her beauty drives me completely insane, today was the second time I have seen her, and I couldn't bring myself to approach her, even though she got on my compartment when she was half a train away at the station...
I have resolved to talk to her next thursday if she is on the same train and we happen to be in the same compartment again, though I cannot imagine she will suffer this embarrassment again; mind you if I don't attempt to get to know her I will end up back in "care" for good! I've never been so moved nor so confronted by beauty, my state of mind has taken two serious blows now from simply sitting opposite her, it is ridiculous and it is, essentially, sad for me and for her.
Though I just went for a jog in the rain and have resolved to let these feelings move on, well, until next week!
Anyway, you can be sure to be kept posted of my affairs in some form or another, I am resolved though to find again some more flame and youth to add to my postings. Thanks again for the support.
Jim.
I've been torn apart by these two women (TWO!!! (actually I've torn myself apart to get the wording right) ); the one on the train today, her beauty drives me completely insane, today was the second time I have seen her, and I couldn't bring myself to approach her, even though she got on my compartment when she was half a train away at the station...
I have resolved to talk to her next thursday if she is on the same train and we happen to be in the same compartment again, though I cannot imagine she will suffer this embarrassment again; mind you if I don't attempt to get to know her I will end up back in "care" for good! I've never been so moved nor so confronted by beauty, my state of mind has taken two serious blows now from simply sitting opposite her, it is ridiculous and it is, essentially, sad for me and for her.
Though I just went for a jog in the rain and have resolved to let these feelings move on, well, until next week!
Anyway, you can be sure to be kept posted of my affairs in some form or another, I am resolved though to find again some more flame and youth to add to my postings. Thanks again for the support.
Jim.