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Amused Gryphon

Nov 24, 06 - 1:25 PM

Poetry

Around the Room
-------------------------

You can not dance around the room. It is much too cluttered for that. However, you can sit and look out through the window though. Be content with the sight of sky and sea. You can do this while sitting in the old wooden rocking chair, instead of going off somewhere else.

What do you plan to do? What do you fear will happen?
The villagers flee from Freud's interpretaion of dreams,
And go running to Mother Goose,
And her favorite telling of nursery rhymes.
Failed expectations,
Arguments of civil rights...
Forget heaven and hell
When racial problems
Arise over bits of human skin.
Judgemental gods
Write their whims on stone tablets,
While the passions of life
Are written upon the sand,
As shadows in the fog,
Blown away by the wind,
So too life's end,
Born again upon the next seafoam tide.

You can not dance around the room, as the ghosts of old memories fill all the corners. Yellowed aged photos wink at you behind your back. A bowl of plastic fruit sits on a table. You can't eat that.

Between love and logic lie a thousand choices,
But only for the sake of love
Do the poets sing praise
With a thousand voices.
A comfort of love at the end of time,
As if nothing else ever mattered,
While cold calculated logic on the edge of an abyss
Will tell you, hades is the only exit.
So move back while you can or be shattered.
Love, an urge to touch,
Logic, a desire to see,
Beauty and truth have a need to be.

You can watch the birds nesting in the oak tree. A tabby cat anticipates your next move while you watch clouds shaped like castles drift by in the sky. A distant siren sounds, reminding you that you belong to the city.

Have you lost control?
The gods of confusion
Know exactly what you want
From the excuses that you invent.
Please do believe in omens sent,
Is reality a sense you can lose?
Where's the sense of the real
When you can't walk a straight line
While living on a curved hill?
Can we make time with a clock to wind,
Or a wind to blow to rattle the porch hung chime?
A thousand voices tell you
That even truth has its limits;
Is truth absolute or the merely probable?
Sit with me by the fire,
As the crescent moon creeps across the sky.
We may eventually turn to dust,
But then too the world is only a god's dream.

You can not dance around the room, but you can sing about unkept promises. There's a funny waxy taste in your mouth. You look at your hand and notice that it contains a faded red apple from the bowl of plastic fruit on the table. Yuck!!! You've been here much too long.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:26 PM

Re: Poetry

Elemental Forces
=================

Empty and Still...
Is the ice covered landscape;
On a broken craggy coast,
The Surf shapes the shore.

A Lone Standing Man...
Stares at a floating folsum of drift;
Dawns icy shaded mist.

Debris is floating...
...is floating upon a wave;
Ocean's wild wind is floating...
...is floating a surf of broken thunder;
Quiet Violent Sea.
Crimson streaked silent Sun;
Under the misty sea spray,
A tide has passed.
Continuously thunder sounds upon the jagged shore;
Haze created rainbows shimmer of the air;
Liquid fluid river of the world.
The lingering man...
A solemn witness of wave's majesty;
Bitter saline tear joins the sea.
Drifts man's small sea...
Algae struggles on tide's movement,
Withered late scaly fish cast to shore.
A cold light...
The Gulls rest beneath the shape;
Of a gray cool cliff of slate.
Cliff's rough cast shadow...
Shadow cloud moves of sun's course;
Causes icy tingle to run up a man's spine.
The sandy misty dampness;
Is shifting upon a small world,
The moon goddess sleeps.
Sleeps deeply winter summer breath;
On a bitter saline salty crest,
A shape creeps across the dunes.
An endless horizon...
Sky Sea meeting on a morn,
Autumn's silent seaward breeze.
A spring's promised summer's field;
Is floating on breath's gasp of silence,
A man has fallen.
Shark of the world;
Dark Destroyer on Earth;
Small Man.
A dark demonic power;
On a wandering shifting beach,
A God has arisen.
Surf echoing into the forest;
The primal sky of...
...of the past,
Remembers crashing sound.
Salt in the teardrop;
Twilight rain in a sea mist,
Damp warming surf.
Man on the edge of a chasm;
Abysmal misty ocean in a tear,
Frosty breath of life.
Ocean wars with Earth in violence;
Violent white spray is
...is eroding to dust,
Pulsating heartbeat.
A damp dawn morning;
Is floating
Is floating a crimson dawn,
A man has awakened.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:28 PM

Re: Poetry

A Little Forest
===========

The once large but now small forest...
Above, a sky shakes of thunder,
Heat-lightening of still and silent, summer haze.
Pine-saplings float in time with the grass-blades,
Other wild young watch a gliding bird,
Summer sounds its coming rain-shower with thunder.

Young delicate misty cobwebs...
Dew a rising floating mist through the forest,
Spotted with groups of billowing blue butterflies.
Delicate little things of summer-young mornings,
Shake as the thunder creeps nearer,
And summer heat shimmers in the withered field.

The field empty of forest fir...
A lake flutters as the dew floats,
And sun falls from the clouded, rough late sky.
An old glade hidden under a fallen forest;
The glade remembers and creeps back to life,
A glitter on a fallen log returns a wild glade.

The little wind...
Shaken trees struggle to remain upright,
But soon to fall under a frozen white haze.
Darkened rains ride on the breeze;
Bringing a white field of covering dew,
Twilight shades replaces the summer greens.

The morning glitter...
Once a dew of refreshment and now an icy death,
Solid and unmoving is the forest pool.
Butterfly, now a cocoon on a shaky leaf;
Bitter is the cold silence below the blowing wind,
A leaf atop snow and throbbing clouds cover blue sky.

A white sunset...
A fallen snowflake...
A hidden root struggles under a carpet of moss,
Lingering and hungering...
For a tasting touch of warm, moist earth.

A small forest...
Snow soon melts when unprotected by shade,
A new life dawns upon the arriving morning.
Pine-dust and a still little violet,
Floating upon air and pushing up above a white rug,
Water freely moving under an icy covering.

Late night of the year has stopped...
A new spring of dawn returns swiftly,
To keep a small forest thriving.
A never-ending cycle of light and darkness,
A world turning and orbiting tirelessly,
Spring-dawn, Summer-noon, Fall-dusk, and Winter-dark.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:29 PM

Re: Poetry

Twisting Wind

The wind twists around me
And lifts a lock of my hair,
I become a part of its embrace
And blend into the azure sky,
Becoming a part of the here, there, everywhere.
The wind twists around me,
Howling a sound of trumpets that reaches my ears,
The grass bends before the wind,
And I drift upon a thousand choices,
With the wind's breath carrying a million voices.
The wind twists around me
Giving a brushing comfort against my skin,
The blue sky washes out to gray,
And the wind leaves
As if it had never been.
And then . . .
Rain drops hit my cheeks,
Stinging like little glass beads,
Giving a moistness to the soil
And germinating buried seeds.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:31 PM

Re: Poetry

A Power That Grows

A Power grows in secret,
And soon...
So very, very, soon,
It will enter into your dreams.
A Power grows within the unconscious deep,
Awareness doesn't have a clue,
Through and through;
You tumble restlessly into a half-sleep.
The dragon-power laughs...
And its laughing could be fatal;
It sneers at your egoic personality,
Disregarding differences of probability;
In suddenness,
You perform an obscure ceremony.
A Power grows in your innermost core,
A hummingbird's skittish quickness,
A cat's agile delicacy,
Have you performed this ritual before?
I think not...
This power of thought,
A chain of electrical diamond relays,
Across awareness,
A stream of ideas plays;
While the tide run out,
The mental images shout...
A sound of distant thunder
Within your head echoing about;
Arrangements of concrete abstracts,
Speech to give the Power its herald,
So, our thoughts can change the world;
For better or worse,
But mainly a curse,
Images from childhood nightmares,
Twist and turn, turn and twist,
Twisting like a tornado around us.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:32 PM

Re: Poetry

STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN
==========================

Strange things happen...
Where there be no day or night,
Where the shadows whisper about...
The charade of wrong and right.

Strange things happen...
Where secrets cling within all the corners,
Where spider webs caress the flesh,
Where reality and dream does mesh.
Strange things happen...
Where footsteps track across the desert sand;
Where sick jokes are ever so funny,
Where the innocent grab the money.
Strange things happen...
Where a pleasure, breathing just gives,
Where clouds are shaped like castles,
Where a wonder of science still lives.
Strange things happen...
Where moon is as bright as the sun,
Where colors change before your eyes.
Go ahead and gloat,
While handing me the note;
I can smell the blood of lost hope,
Its rock and roll and dope.
Strange things happen...
Where there are no limits of truth,
So uncouth...
The hunting for sport,
The injustice sitting in court.
Rose petals strewn about,
A rising, whining, screeching shout,
A cyclone approaches.
Strange things happen...
You have no soul to claim,
Such a crying shame,
Its all in the power of the game.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:09 PM

Re: Poetry

Shifting Moments to the Eternal Unknown

There comes a time before the break of day,
a coldest chill of yesterday’s emotions.
Just before sunrise...
New Day fresh, long memories of past,
intrusions into the Now to last,
anxieties from the now yet to be,
the maybe, the perhaps,
struck speechless, then dumb,
slowly to what is we grow numb;
letting what was, and what may be,
to interrupt, disturb, and abort;
anticipation and prior assumption to see,
consumption of the simple enjoyment of what now Is...
Fallen into the Void of past not yet.

Altered memories once again to change,
by each shifting moment of ever Now,
Anxious anticipations increased with each added fact,
only the Now, an ever constant,
a point-taken certainty,
instant of knowing into a great Void of eternal Unknown.
Given a shout, expressed doubt,
where one dreams, another begins...
Into reality self-centered worlds sends
to the empowered Will spacetime bends,
Energies, swirl and spiral,
eddying off into an inertness,
energy freezing into icy matter,
evolving roof-brain chatter,
sputter forth mud-caked clutter,
vibrancy locked into lattice bound crystal,
surface tension and stress
refusing to give freedom a rest,
expansion and contraction,
exhale and inhale of the best,
test of being, illusion of opposite seeing.

Rainbow colors bleeding out of white
light leaking out of darkness bright
energetic particles streaming
out of the void.

Stars, speckles of freckles of inky space,
plasmic fusion of accumulated energetic elemental trace,
awaiting eventual implosion-explosion to brace,
pieces of star-stuff strewn out all over the place.

Electro-chemical reactive combinations
giving rise to hormonal emotions
reactions to changes of swirling commotions
inside energies of space-time oceans
openness to expansion into infinity
flight/flight a shrinking into abysmal pit,
a point of nothingness...
Why the fuss?
All things temporary
All sensing contemporary
The one never done
yet forever One.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:11 PM

Re: Poetry

Beneath deep earth, out of sight,
In cavern black, darker than night,
a deepest of ebon that no one knows,
through rocky fissures water flows,
forcing, pressuring, eddying with might.
Subterreanean Tartarus sunken down deep,
What life lurks there still asleep?
Dragon stirs causing an earthen quake,
restless slumbering movement, rock break,
mass of fallen stone piled in a collapsed heap.
Glutinous matting of microbial slime,
slowly eroding into rocky surface over time,
water seeping, oozing in with surface minerals leeched,
eventual growth of sparkling calcite crystals bleached;
Accidental discovery of an entrance mine...
A slow cautious descent with rope and awe,
curiosity overcoming any fear of a fall,
into the darker than dark with nothing but candle light...
columns, drapes, gleaming crystals... wondrous sight,
found by a cool earthen breath of air and curiosities call.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:13 PM

Re: Poetry

overnight they came,
little world soon not the same,
upon a few brown rotted stumps,
covered in a sea of mossy green.
overnight they arrived,
exponential growth in stride,
alien invasion of bright yellow blooms,
multiplication of size zooms,
such a contrast to a sea of green.
are we just what we seem?
yellow fungus set forth fruit,
filling the air with a swarming insect soup,
around the yellow mushrooms insect wing did beat,
but of the invasive body they did not eat.
was it the bright color bugs come to see,
thinking it a new flower to be?
Just as quick as brightness made,
it started to wither away and color fade,
the fruiting body did wrinkle and yellow pale,
until all trace of its being did fail.
becoming of small little black warty humps,
upon the sides of brown rotting stumps,
and now scattered across forest floor,
microscopic unseen mushroom spore.
unknown and invisible to any sightly glance,
alien life awaits for a second blooming chance.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:14 PM

Re: Poetry

It was a gray and chilly day,
Leaves fell like a strange rain off the trees,
A quick green to gold to orange to brown,
Then blown violently off branches to the ground.

The rustling of foot steps upon fallen leaves,
The wind wildly swaying trees in turn,
Fallen leaves and rain making streams churn,
Distant rumbling thunder bouncing off hillside,
Torrents increaseth; its off to shelter to hide.

The gray and chilly day soon becomes...
A cold and dark stormy night;
Thunder and Lightning flash bright,
Pounding rain drops battering on roof,
Time for a tale of horror to give fright.

What will it be,
A ghostly apparition,
A tragic premonition,
Or a headless horseman to see?

No, no, its that horrible awful eye...
It continously stares at me.
Thump, thump, thump 'neath the floor,
Stop that insidious heart beat...
I'll hear it no more, nevermore.
Saith the raven, "Let it pour, let it pour."

Amused Gryphon

Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:34 AM

Re: Poetry

A Skeptic's Case for Unknowing

The darkness greys upon the east,
arising up from below the horizon,
comes forth a golden beast;
slowly, slowly arising into blue sky,
from out of the trees the birds fly.

The golden orb gives to colors its birth,
the radiance chases the darkness away,
another day for Mother Earth;
Contrasting shadow-play evolves sight,
to give witness to the universe of light.

The vast and empty solitude of space,
Matter, its illusion and delusion,
a human life leaves not a trace;
the earth rotates through nights and days,
each thing travelling its myriad ways.

Human destiny unknowing of its destination,
Earth around Sol around galaxy around where.......
so insignificant in cosmic relation;
velocities, gravities, and electromagnetic fields,
so many descriptions upon the unknown to build.

Atoms-to-galaxies, a vast space-size scale,
nanoseconds-to-aeons, time not an eternal,
all limits of infinities are bound to fail;
particles galore build up the sub-atomic luster,
a galaxy, a member of universal cluster.

Whereforth does human knowing lead?
Each answered questiond brings forth another,
and gives ignorance a greater seed;
sensory-input gives the only witnessed report,
change the senses and reality is of a different sort.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:35 AM

Re: Poetry

Nebulosity,
A state undefined by limits or form,
swirling into a spiral of creation's norm,
rotating circular movement
around unseen centre
its own being
its center of gravitation
eventually coming to define
a form to refine
orbital plane incline
A disk, a plate,
finally, a shape,
mass sphere accumulates
density compacts
fusion among atoms
A Star is born.

Amused Gryphon

Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:42 AM

Re: Poetry

Changeless Unknown

Haunted by vagrant Gypsy caravans and ghosts,
Strung along by words acting as hosts,
From a constant movement out of caverns past,
Shades of underworld yearning for blood to last;
When all stories have been told and said,
I hand over the keys to the Kingdom of the Dead.

Creaking branches on eerie wind, raising hair thrill,
Longing to see beyond shimmering curtain unreal,
Sparkling universe of stars spread far,
Nature breathed in and out, hardening a star,
What once was energetic white heat bright,
Now a charred, darkened and barren fright.

In any moment, everything is possible, so certainly we can,
Nature continuously swarms around beast and man,
Masquerade of gods taking on all shapes,
Marching and dancing behind shimmering curtain drapes;
Reason arises to restore an order from Chaos law,
All along Nature recognizes only tooth and claw.

What mysterious laws govern when manifestations appear,
What does show are fragile and short-lived we fear;
All forms certain to perish when brought into light,
All along the eternal substance resides in night,
Knowledge only includes temporal change to find,
While the Changeless Unknown is beyond spacetime.

Absurdus

Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:15 PM

Re: Poetry

Ancient castles built of stones,
repository of dead men's bones,
new castle made of sand,
fashioned carefully by child's hand,
each will surely shift and erode away,
a question of duration, either centuries or a day,
oh how serious we take the games we play.

Drain a swamp and make a field,
in order a larger food crop to yield,
take the mountain and level it down,
and upon the plains pile up a mound;
obsessive compulsion to rearrange,
product of an universal constant change,
its no wonder the eternal sameness is strange.

Unearthed pottery shards, baked shapened clay,
votive offerings of old, ritualized play,
sea worn, smoothed glass, melted sand,
container of an exotic scent from far away land;
exposed minerals removed from rocky seam,
spotted metallics from stray sun's gleam,
mined, cast alloys into a steel I-beam.

Many minerals revealed in river's alluvian gorge,
mixed, matched, stirred into an oven's forge;
each distinct property combined into a new,
as strength of iron over bronze did slew;
wheel and axle of rolling wooden cart,
needle shaped propelled flying titantium dart,
all inventions from thinking ideas a start.

To cool the warm and freeze the hot,
temperature is not to be as it ought;
expand a liquid and condense a gas,
more changing states of matter soon to pass.
Do we change a thing if call by another name?
If serious we call work, if fun a game,
while all-in-all, its only a variation of the same.

Absurdus

Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:17 PM

Re: Poetry

The Gate

The gate endured long usages through time,
standing against the ravages of weather;
a between place from anywhere to somewhere.
The gate stood opened ajar,
hanging askew with ivy-covered lattice,
wrought-iron flaking and rusted red.
The gate now frozen in place,
hinges corroded together as one piece,
a forgotten between from somewhere to nowhere.
The gate still stood sentinel all the while,
although its companion wall long turned to dust,
no longer of use, we simply walk around.

The Road

Along the ridge-line, it didst go,
lost in forest, mountain scenery no longer to show.
The road made known by two parallel tracks,
well-graded slopes, it most surely lacks,
Within former wheel ruts indentations no longer patched,
puddles now, where withal rain water catched.
Soft moss lays over cover of its former way,
this road has seen a more travelled day.
A somewhat straight path through forest glade,
tree branches creeping over the road to shade,
a fallen tree trunk, a natural blockade.
No one travels the road, so the fallen remain there,
a road that is no longer travelled goes where?
Unused, the forest will eventually reclaim this road here,
and its ghostly path only known to the raccoons and deer.
A road no longer travelled continues on its way,
even though it once has seen more company in former day.

Water

Rain drop fell upon a mountain stone,
Slowly sliding, gliding over edge to drop,
Winding, meandering, downward through craggy crop,
Seeping, oozing beneath earthen bone,
Leaking out and emerging into turbulent stream,
Cascading and flowing around rock and stick,
The way of least resistence it will pick,
While of infinite ocean, rain drop will dream.
The stream meets and merges into wide river flow,
Carrying the tastes of lands it has passed through,
Eroding deep channels with a force that grew,
Removing all obstacles from where it will go,
The accumulated gathered raindrops,
Soon, once again meet and join at sea,
A vastness of expanse breathing free,
Again and again, part of a cycle that never stops.

Author	Comment
Amused Gryphon Nov 24, 06 - 1:25 PM	Poetry Around the Room ------------------------- You can not dance around the room. It is much too cluttered for that. However, you can sit and look out through the window though. Be content with the sight of sky and sea. You can do this while sitting in the old wooden rocking chair, instead of going off somewhere else. What do you plan to do? What do you fear will happen? The villagers flee from Freud's interpretaion of dreams, And go running to Mother Goose, And her favorite telling of nursery rhymes. Failed expectations, Arguments of civil rights... Forget heaven and hell When racial problems Arise over bits of human skin. Judgemental gods Write their whims on stone tablets, While the passions of life Are written upon the sand, As shadows in the fog, Blown away by the wind, So too life's end, Born again upon the next seafoam tide. You can not dance around the room, as the ghosts of old memories fill all the corners. Yellowed aged photos wink at you behind your back. A bowl of plastic fruit sits on a table. You can't eat that. Between love and logic lie a thousand choices, But only for the sake of love Do the poets sing praise With a thousand voices. A comfort of love at the end of time, As if nothing else ever mattered, While cold calculated logic on the edge of an abyss Will tell you, hades is the only exit. So move back while you can or be shattered. Love, an urge to touch, Logic, a desire to see, Beauty and truth have a need to be. You can watch the birds nesting in the oak tree. A tabby cat anticipates your next move while you watch clouds shaped like castles drift by in the sky. A distant siren sounds, reminding you that you belong to the city. Have you lost control? The gods of confusion Know exactly what you want From the excuses that you invent. Please do believe in omens sent, Is reality a sense you can lose? Where's the sense of the real When you can't walk a straight line While living on a curved hill? Can we make time with a clock to wind, Or a wind to blow to rattle the porch hung chime? A thousand voices tell you That even truth has its limits; Is truth absolute or the merely probable? Sit with me by the fire, As the crescent moon creeps across the sky. We may eventually turn to dust, But then too the world is only a god's dream. You can not dance around the room, but you can sing about unkept promises. There's a funny waxy taste in your mouth. You look at your hand and notice that it contains a faded red apple from the bowl of plastic fruit on the table. Yuck!!! You've been here much too long. Email: Click here to Email
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:26 PM	Re: Poetry Elemental Forces ================= Empty and Still... Is the ice covered landscape; On a broken craggy coast, The Surf shapes the shore. A Lone Standing Man... Stares at a floating folsum of drift; Dawns icy shaded mist. Debris is floating... ...is floating upon a wave; Ocean's wild wind is floating... ...is floating a surf of broken thunder; Quiet Violent Sea. Crimson streaked silent Sun; Under the misty sea spray, A tide has passed. Continuously thunder sounds upon the jagged shore; Haze created rainbows shimmer of the air; Liquid fluid river of the world. The lingering man... A solemn witness of wave's majesty; Bitter saline tear joins the sea. Drifts man's small sea... Algae struggles on tide's movement, Withered late scaly fish cast to shore. A cold light... The Gulls rest beneath the shape; Of a gray cool cliff of slate. Cliff's rough cast shadow... Shadow cloud moves of sun's course; Causes icy tingle to run up a man's spine. The sandy misty dampness; Is shifting upon a small world, The moon goddess sleeps. Sleeps deeply winter summer breath; On a bitter saline salty crest, A shape creeps across the dunes. An endless horizon... Sky Sea meeting on a morn, Autumn's silent seaward breeze. A spring's promised summer's field; Is floating on breath's gasp of silence, A man has fallen. Shark of the world; Dark Destroyer on Earth; Small Man. A dark demonic power; On a wandering shifting beach, A God has arisen. Surf echoing into the forest; The primal sky of... ...of the past, Remembers crashing sound. Salt in the teardrop; Twilight rain in a sea mist, Damp warming surf. Man on the edge of a chasm; Abysmal misty ocean in a tear, Frosty breath of life. Ocean wars with Earth in violence; Violent white spray is ...is eroding to dust, Pulsating heartbeat. A damp dawn morning; Is floating Is floating a crimson dawn, A man has awakened. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:28 PM	Re: Poetry A Little Forest =========== The once large but now small forest... Above, a sky shakes of thunder, Heat-lightening of still and silent, summer haze. Pine-saplings float in time with the grass-blades, Other wild young watch a gliding bird, Summer sounds its coming rain-shower with thunder. Young delicate misty cobwebs... Dew a rising floating mist through the forest, Spotted with groups of billowing blue butterflies. Delicate little things of summer-young mornings, Shake as the thunder creeps nearer, And summer heat shimmers in the withered field. The field empty of forest fir... A lake flutters as the dew floats, And sun falls from the clouded, rough late sky. An old glade hidden under a fallen forest; The glade remembers and creeps back to life, A glitter on a fallen log returns a wild glade. The little wind... Shaken trees struggle to remain upright, But soon to fall under a frozen white haze. Darkened rains ride on the breeze; Bringing a white field of covering dew, Twilight shades replaces the summer greens. The morning glitter... Once a dew of refreshment and now an icy death, Solid and unmoving is the forest pool. Butterfly, now a cocoon on a shaky leaf; Bitter is the cold silence below the blowing wind, A leaf atop snow and throbbing clouds cover blue sky. A white sunset... A fallen snowflake... A hidden root struggles under a carpet of moss, Lingering and hungering... For a tasting touch of warm, moist earth. A small forest... Snow soon melts when unprotected by shade, A new life dawns upon the arriving morning. Pine-dust and a still little violet, Floating upon air and pushing up above a white rug, Water freely moving under an icy covering. Late night of the year has stopped... A new spring of dawn returns swiftly, To keep a small forest thriving. A never-ending cycle of light and darkness, A world turning and orbiting tirelessly, Spring-dawn, Summer-noon, Fall-dusk, and Winter-dark. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:29 PM	Re: Poetry Twisting Wind The wind twists around me And lifts a lock of my hair, I become a part of its embrace And blend into the azure sky, Becoming a part of the here, there, everywhere. The wind twists around me, Howling a sound of trumpets that reaches my ears, The grass bends before the wind, And I drift upon a thousand choices, With the wind's breath carrying a million voices. The wind twists around me Giving a brushing comfort against my skin, The blue sky washes out to gray, And the wind leaves As if it had never been. And then . . . Rain drops hit my cheeks, Stinging like little glass beads, Giving a moistness to the soil And germinating buried seeds. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:31 PM	Re: Poetry A Power That Grows A Power grows in secret, And soon... So very, very, soon, It will enter into your dreams. A Power grows within the unconscious deep, Awareness doesn't have a clue, Through and through; You tumble restlessly into a half-sleep. The dragon-power laughs... And its laughing could be fatal; It sneers at your egoic personality, Disregarding differences of probability; In suddenness, You perform an obscure ceremony. A Power grows in your innermost core, A hummingbird's skittish quickness, A cat's agile delicacy, Have you performed this ritual before? I think not... This power of thought, A chain of electrical diamond relays, Across awareness, A stream of ideas plays; While the tide run out, The mental images shout... A sound of distant thunder Within your head echoing about; Arrangements of concrete abstracts, Speech to give the Power its herald, So, our thoughts can change the world; For better or worse, But mainly a curse, Images from childhood nightmares, Twist and turn, turn and twist, Twisting like a tornado around us. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 1:32 PM	Re: Poetry STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN ========================== Strange things happen... Where there be no day or night, Where the shadows whisper about... The charade of wrong and right. Strange things happen... Where secrets cling within all the corners, Where spider webs caress the flesh, Where reality and dream does mesh. Strange things happen... Where footsteps track across the desert sand; Where sick jokes are ever so funny, Where the innocent grab the money. Strange things happen... Where a pleasure, breathing just gives, Where clouds are shaped like castles, Where a wonder of science still lives. Strange things happen... Where moon is as bright as the sun, Where colors change before your eyes. Go ahead and gloat, While handing me the note; I can smell the blood of lost hope, Its rock and roll and dope. Strange things happen... Where there are no limits of truth, So uncouth... The hunting for sport, The injustice sitting in court. Rose petals strewn about, A rising, whining, screeching shout, A cyclone approaches. Strange things happen... You have no soul to claim, Such a crying shame, Its all in the power of the game. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:09 PM	Re: Poetry Shifting Moments to the Eternal Unknown There comes a time before the break of day, a coldest chill of yesterday’s emotions. Just before sunrise... New Day fresh, long memories of past, intrusions into the Now to last, anxieties from the now yet to be, the maybe, the perhaps, struck speechless, then dumb, slowly to what is we grow numb; letting what was, and what may be, to interrupt, disturb, and abort; anticipation and prior assumption to see, consumption of the simple enjoyment of what now Is... Fallen into the Void of past not yet. Altered memories once again to change, by each shifting moment of ever Now, Anxious anticipations increased with each added fact, only the Now, an ever constant, a point-taken certainty, instant of knowing into a great Void of eternal Unknown. Given a shout, expressed doubt, where one dreams, another begins... Into reality self-centered worlds sends to the empowered Will spacetime bends, Energies, swirl and spiral, eddying off into an inertness, energy freezing into icy matter, evolving roof-brain chatter, sputter forth mud-caked clutter, vibrancy locked into lattice bound crystal, surface tension and stress refusing to give freedom a rest, expansion and contraction, exhale and inhale of the best, test of being, illusion of opposite seeing. Rainbow colors bleeding out of white light leaking out of darkness bright energetic particles streaming out of the void. Stars, speckles of freckles of inky space, plasmic fusion of accumulated energetic elemental trace, awaiting eventual implosion-explosion to brace, pieces of star-stuff strewn out all over the place. Electro-chemical reactive combinations giving rise to hormonal emotions reactions to changes of swirling commotions inside energies of space-time oceans openness to expansion into infinity flight/flight a shrinking into abysmal pit, a point of nothingness... Why the fuss? All things temporary All sensing contemporary The one never done yet forever One. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:11 PM	Re: Poetry Beneath deep earth, out of sight, In cavern black, darker than night, a deepest of ebon that no one knows, through rocky fissures water flows, forcing, pressuring, eddying with might. Subterreanean Tartarus sunken down deep, What life lurks there still asleep? Dragon stirs causing an earthen quake, restless slumbering movement, rock break, mass of fallen stone piled in a collapsed heap. Glutinous matting of microbial slime, slowly eroding into rocky surface over time, water seeping, oozing in with surface minerals leeched, eventual growth of sparkling calcite crystals bleached; Accidental discovery of an entrance mine... A slow cautious descent with rope and awe, curiosity overcoming any fear of a fall, into the darker than dark with nothing but candle light... columns, drapes, gleaming crystals... wondrous sight, found by a cool earthen breath of air and curiosities call. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:13 PM	Re: Poetry overnight they came, little world soon not the same, upon a few brown rotted stumps, covered in a sea of mossy green. overnight they arrived, exponential growth in stride, alien invasion of bright yellow blooms, multiplication of size zooms, such a contrast to a sea of green. are we just what we seem? yellow fungus set forth fruit, filling the air with a swarming insect soup, around the yellow mushrooms insect wing did beat, but of the invasive body they did not eat. was it the bright color bugs come to see, thinking it a new flower to be? Just as quick as brightness made, it started to wither away and color fade, the fruiting body did wrinkle and yellow pale, until all trace of its being did fail. becoming of small little black warty humps, upon the sides of brown rotting stumps, and now scattered across forest floor, microscopic unseen mushroom spore. unknown and invisible to any sightly glance, alien life awaits for a second blooming chance. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 24th, 2006 - 2:14 PM	Re: Poetry It was a gray and chilly day, Leaves fell like a strange rain off the trees, A quick green to gold to orange to brown, Then blown violently off branches to the ground. The rustling of foot steps upon fallen leaves, The wind wildly swaying trees in turn, Fallen leaves and rain making streams churn, Distant rumbling thunder bouncing off hillside, Torrents increaseth; its off to shelter to hide. The gray and chilly day soon becomes... A cold and dark stormy night; Thunder and Lightning flash bright, Pounding rain drops battering on roof, Time for a tale of horror to give fright. What will it be, A ghostly apparition, A tragic premonition, Or a headless horseman to see? No, no, its that horrible awful eye... It continously stares at me. Thump, thump, thump 'neath the floor, Stop that insidious heart beat... I'll hear it no more, nevermore. Saith the raven, "Let it pour, let it pour." Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:34 AM	Re: Poetry A Skeptic's Case for Unknowing The darkness greys upon the east, arising up from below the horizon, comes forth a golden beast; slowly, slowly arising into blue sky, from out of the trees the birds fly. The golden orb gives to colors its birth, the radiance chases the darkness away, another day for Mother Earth; Contrasting shadow-play evolves sight, to give witness to the universe of light. The vast and empty solitude of space, Matter, its illusion and delusion, a human life leaves not a trace; the earth rotates through nights and days, each thing travelling its myriad ways. Human destiny unknowing of its destination, Earth around Sol around galaxy around where....... so insignificant in cosmic relation; velocities, gravities, and electromagnetic fields, so many descriptions upon the unknown to build. Atoms-to-galaxies, a vast space-size scale, nanoseconds-to-aeons, time not an eternal, all limits of infinities are bound to fail; particles galore build up the sub-atomic luster, a galaxy, a member of universal cluster. Whereforth does human knowing lead? Each answered questiond brings forth another, and gives ignorance a greater seed; sensory-input gives the only witnessed report, change the senses and reality is of a different sort. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:35 AM	Re: Poetry Nebulosity, A state undefined by limits or form, swirling into a spiral of creation's norm, rotating circular movement around unseen centre its own being its center of gravitation eventually coming to define a form to refine orbital plane incline A disk, a plate, finally, a shape, mass sphere accumulates density compacts fusion among atoms A Star is born. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Amused Gryphon Nov 25th, 2006 - 11:42 AM	Re: Poetry Changeless Unknown Haunted by vagrant Gypsy caravans and ghosts, Strung along by words acting as hosts, From a constant movement out of caverns past, Shades of underworld yearning for blood to last; When all stories have been told and said, I hand over the keys to the Kingdom of the Dead. Creaking branches on eerie wind, raising hair thrill, Longing to see beyond shimmering curtain unreal, Sparkling universe of stars spread far, Nature breathed in and out, hardening a star, What once was energetic white heat bright, Now a charred, darkened and barren fright. In any moment, everything is possible, so certainly we can, Nature continuously swarms around beast and man, Masquerade of gods taking on all shapes, Marching and dancing behind shimmering curtain drapes; Reason arises to restore an order from Chaos law, All along Nature recognizes only tooth and claw. What mysterious laws govern when manifestations appear, What does show are fragile and short-lived we fear; All forms certain to perish when brought into light, All along the eternal substance resides in night, Knowledge only includes temporal change to find, While the Changeless Unknown is beyond spacetime. Email: deepdodo@hotmail.com
Absurdus Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:15 PM	Re: Poetry Ancient castles built of stones, repository of dead men's bones, new castle made of sand, fashioned carefully by child's hand, each will surely shift and erode away, a question of duration, either centuries or a day, oh how serious we take the games we play. Drain a swamp and make a field, in order a larger food crop to yield, take the mountain and level it down, and upon the plains pile up a mound; obsessive compulsion to rearrange, product of an universal constant change, its no wonder the eternal sameness is strange. Unearthed pottery shards, baked shapened clay, votive offerings of old, ritualized play, sea worn, smoothed glass, melted sand, container of an exotic scent from far away land; exposed minerals removed from rocky seam, spotted metallics from stray sun's gleam, mined, cast alloys into a steel I-beam. Many minerals revealed in river's alluvian gorge, mixed, matched, stirred into an oven's forge; each distinct property combined into a new, as strength of iron over bronze did slew; wheel and axle of rolling wooden cart, needle shaped propelled flying titantium dart, all inventions from thinking ideas a start. To cool the warm and freeze the hot, temperature is not to be as it ought; expand a liquid and condense a gas, more changing states of matter soon to pass. Do we change a thing if call by another name? If serious we call work, if fun a game, while all-in-all, its only a variation of the same. Email: absurdus@msn.com
Absurdus Dec 1st, 2006 - 3:17 PM	Re: Poetry The Gate The gate endured long usages through time, standing against the ravages of weather; a between place from anywhere to somewhere. The gate stood opened ajar, hanging askew with ivy-covered lattice, wrought-iron flaking and rusted red. The gate now frozen in place, hinges corroded together as one piece, a forgotten between from somewhere to nowhere. The gate still stood sentinel all the while, although its companion wall long turned to dust, no longer of use, we simply walk around. The Road Along the ridge-line, it didst go, lost in forest, mountain scenery no longer to show. The road made known by two parallel tracks, well-graded slopes, it most surely lacks, Within former wheel ruts indentations no longer patched, puddles now, where withal rain water catched. Soft moss lays over cover of its former way, this road has seen a more travelled day. A somewhat straight path through forest glade, tree branches creeping over the road to shade, a fallen tree trunk, a natural blockade. No one travels the road, so the fallen remain there, a road that is no longer travelled goes where? Unused, the forest will eventually reclaim this road here, and its ghostly path only known to the raccoons and deer. A road no longer travelled continues on its way, even though it once has seen more company in former day. Water Rain drop fell upon a mountain stone, Slowly sliding, gliding over edge to drop, Winding, meandering, downward through craggy crop, Seeping, oozing beneath earthen bone, Leaking out and emerging into turbulent stream, Cascading and flowing around rock and stick, The way of least resistence it will pick, While of infinite ocean, rain drop will dream. The stream meets and merges into wide river flow, Carrying the tastes of lands it has passed through, Eroding deep channels with a force that grew, Removing all obstacles from where it will go, The accumulated gathered raindrops, Soon, once again meet and join at sea, A vastness of expanse breathing free, Again and again, part of a cycle that never stops. Email: absurdus@msn.com

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