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Repost from 2006

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Here is my very first post at the Soul Food Cafe, on April 11, 2006

On the Nature of War:  A Garden Meditation

A temple bell sings at dawn
clear and resonant
in the key of G,
a silver-tipped psalm in the night.

A tribe of birds clamor,
erupting from a thicket,
cawing hateful protests against
their awakening to the world.

The faithful wait
to pray, to shut out the darkness,

to close their ears to their cries,
to offer incense for peace.

A temple bell sings at dawn
rising above the swirling mists.
A caretaker opens wide the gate and nods,
knowing the key of G can never change.

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Poem and Image:  L Gloyd © April 2006.

Korean Friendship Bell, Angel’s Gate Park, San Pedro, California

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Written by Pelican1

May 30, 2009 at 4:55 am

Penetrating Vision

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The penetrating vision of a clear,
intuitive, creative mind
lights a path, within the void,
to the New World.

The penetrating, intuitive mind
perceives that the void
is but another ocean,
to cross

It knows that the void is no iron curtain,
no empty bottomless pit
but a shimmering pathway,
lit by a thousand glow worm stars

The void is a way for intuitives seeking truth
to reach their Shangrila
and inhabit
the vibrant chambers that lie beyond

Embrace the void
Sail forth
Seek and ye shall learn
That this is so.

Written by Heather Blakey

June 7, 2008 at 2:15 am

Another Collaborative Post

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My friend, Shiloh, (you remember Shiloh, right?) introduced me to some challenging and lovely forms of the art of Haiku,   It started with her asking if I had ever heard of a Chain Lanturne Haiku.  After she showed me her writing. I suggested we each write a chain on the same general subject, since Shiloh had already written one, I followed the basic imagery she created and went from there.

We researched the form at the following links:

http://home.tampabay.rr.com/memawscorne/Senryu,%20Tanka,Lantern,Chain%20Lanter

Poets and Poetry

Shadow Poetry — Resources — Haiku and Senryu

HAIKU TECHNIQUES Jane Reichhold

So, with all of this crowding about and vyiing for your attention, here are our attempts.

 

Wasp,
black and
yellow body,
settles on red
rose.

Bloom
opening,
brilliant red
petals swirling
open.

Then
sunset
ere night falls,
petals close in,
fold.

High
distant
near full moon,
silver blossoms’
edge.
Gwen M. Myers 

 

Bee
buzzes,
alighting
on a yellow
rose.

Sun
sets, pink,
lavender,
orange paint the
sky.

Dawn
heralds
a new day
with a pearly
light.

Rose
petals
open, a
yellow jacket
flees.

Night
falls, the
rose gently
closes. Pleasant
dreams…

Moon,
ghostly
orb hanging
o’er high mountain
peaks.

Shiloh Cannon Blackburn.

May 25, 2008

You can also see Shiloh’s post at:

http://sunnydreamer.net/aprjun2008/chain-lanturne.shtml

 

I hope you enjoy both posts, and want to come back for more!!

Written by gwenguin1

May 27, 2008 at 2:54 am

Electric Force

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Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
–Mark Twain

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Lightning, whose electricity,
Held the universe together,
Scowled malevolently
Through sword shaped eyes
That pierced the void as
Ravenous Raven, lady of birds and beasts
Erotically danced with promiscuous Wind

Emboldened
Charged by atoms, electrons, protons
Lightning hurled a bolt along a wire of air molecules
That collided upon earth’s stage
At the very spot in Dodona where
a single oak tree stood
Igniting fire.

Raven who lived on peaks of mountainsides,
Who lived in caves
Who rested on the boughs of this very tree
Looked up in wonder
Captivated, mesmerized by
Capricious Lightning’s audaciously bright, flashy show

The gift of fire, of electricity
Bought by Lightning to this most sacred place
His fired passion for Raven
Lives on in the bowels of
the mountains, the caves, the trees
Is told by birds and beasts
Lightning man’s imagination

To this day the Dododan Oak Tree has the property of attracting lightning and the places where lightning struck was regarded, continues to be regarded, as sacred.

In ancient Rome, members of the College of Augurs divined the will of the gods by observing the southern sky for lightning, birds, and shooting stars. A lightning bolt passing from left to right was a favorable omen; a lightning bolt passing from right to left was a sign that Jove did not approve of current political events. Furthermore, whenever the augurs reported any sign of lightning, the magistrates of Rome were required to cancel all public assemblies on the following day. The augurs’ reports became politically useful to postpone unwanted meetings, delay the passage of laws, or prevent the election of certain magistrates by popular assemblies..

Written by Heather Blakey

April 3, 2008 at 11:44 pm

Softly Hurt

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softly hurt

the tear slides down

another piece of love

by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

April 3, 2008 at 7:46 pm

Tar

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tar bubbling

pulling bones up from underneath

walk in the beyond

by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

April 3, 2008 at 7:45 pm

If (for E and N)

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If I close my eyes

And wish to fly

Who would wonder why

If I could spring up

Full-blown

Like shadows on the wind

It is just my time

If I should turn aside

And let you go

Crying out with all my soul

But trying to smile

Would you know why

Would you love me still

If I should pull you tight

Hold you close

My breath upon your ear

Will you beleive me

When I say

I’ll never let you go

by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

April 3, 2008 at 7:44 pm