Let's Get Creative

pandora

'Perhaps, to be a great writer one must trust in themselves
in the force they command.
In Trust that is earned.

TRUST .....
please someone .....
show me Trust'

life is nothing if we can not trust

any thoughts?

DangDang

Oh, little pizza
how you hold me in your mercy
in your basil sprig
in your aroma
and in your bottom-hinged front-door bakery

upon thy table you sit.
waiting.

will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?

The hungry diners march in
It's noon swoon

"where is the pepsi?"
"where is the napkin?"

where IS the red and white checkered adornment?

with a million things to do, I write
only
you.

Oh, little pizza
Won't you visit me soon?

pandora

DangDang wrote:

Oh, little pizza
how you hold me in your mercy
in your basil sprig
in your aroma
and in your bottom-hinged front-door bakery

upon thy table you sit.
waiting.

will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?

The hungry diners march in
It's noon swoon

"where is the pepsi?"
"where is the napkin?"

where IS the red and white checkered adornment?

with a million things to do, I write
only
you.

Oh, little pizza
Won't you visit me soon?

I love it, so and promptly off the sleeve creative as you are

"will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?"
great!!! Thank you Dang Dang

mikalina

tremors wrote:

only one thing stronger than words, touch or kryptonite~ hot pizza

Hot pizza sounds good....

mikalina

catefrances wrote:

tremors wrote:

only one thing stronger than words, touch or kryptonite~ hot pizza

youre wrong.. actions are strongest.

a persons action does matter - there is no doubt about it...

mikalina

DangDang wrote:

Oh, little pizza
how you hold me in your mercy
in your basil sprig
in your aroma
and in your bottom-hinged front-door bakery

upon thy table you sit.
waiting.

will the round roller attack you soon?
will you be bent in half....like a first quarter moon?

The hungry diners march in
It's noon swoon

"where is the pepsi?"
"where is the napkin?"

where IS the red and white checkered adornment?

with a million things to do, I write
only
you.

Oh, little pizza
Won't you visit me soon?

I love it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DangDang

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TRUST IS . . .

--taking the next step with your eyes closed

--living under the assumption that there will be a tomorrow

--starting your car and putting it in drive

--knowing that bad things lead to good things

--being yourself even with a thousand eyes on you

--getting a prescription filled without asking any questions

--stepping up to bat

--assuming that your phone call out will be happily received

--getting on an airplane with the knowledge that the pilot does want his paycheck

--hitting the submit button

--Trust should be inherent, not earned (but certainly can be unearned)

pandora

DangDang wrote:

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TRUST IS . . .

--taking the next step with your eyes closed

--living under the assumption that there will be a tomorrow

--starting your car and putting it in drive

--knowing that bad things lead to good things

--being yourself even with a thousand eyes on you

--getting a prescription filled without asking any questions

--stepping up to bat

--assuming that your phone call out will be happily received

--getting on an airplane with the knowledge that the pilot does want his paycheck

--hitting the submit button

--Trust should be inherent, not earned (but certainly can be unearned)

good list, I get the submit button for sure like a lot of us here
but must have been my childhood cause for me trust is earned, it's a flaw on my part.
Earned within myself to trust myself, with experience and mistakes made this is coming along,
and in others.... its a 'time will tell'.
Getting hurt and finding dishonesty in those in the role of "inherent trust" can do that to a person.

tremors

Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....

pandora

pizza heals

tremors

There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials

DangDang

It is suggested that this post be enjoyed with this excellent complementery selection

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hQAO8QTnG8

tremors wrote:

Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....

I'm glad you explained....

You previously said "...'tis nothing stronger than hot pizza".

I would think instead that there is nothing more helpless.

Unless a critical and very sad error occurs, a hot pizza is looking at nothing less than eminent and brutal annihilation. Even more vicious than this, the annihilators throw parties to host such destruction of the said helpless pizza.

Tis, true,
Nobody is worthy
of hot pizza's trust.

Poor, poor little trustless, helpless hot pizza
I love you

and yet I know that in that love
you will be not

you will go forth
facing an ending of
vile digestion.

you are the pepperoni face of unconditional love
No expectancy
that your shredded melted cheese
should ever trust


Goodbye Helpless
Trustless
small hot pizza....

pandora

tremors wrote:

There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials

these thoughts are great! especially our primeval connection deep with in, we forget about our basics.
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.

tremors

DangDang wrote:

It is suggested that this post be enjoyed with this excellent complementery selection

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hQAO8QTnG8

tremors wrote:

Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....

I'm glad you explained....

You previously said "...'tis nothing stronger than hot pizza".

I would think instead that there is nothing more helpless.

God you creative women are an argumentative bunch!! I can do pedantic if you want. You wouldn't like me when I'm pedantic!!
(good poems tho)



Beer is strong
Prozac is strong
Pizza is stronger

Pizza is not helpless
Pizza is stronger
These are strong words
Your pizza is stronger
Pizza is helpful

You are helpless
Prozac makes you helpless
Pizza makes you stronger

Pizza is a metaphor
Pizza is a food
Food is good

Food is stronger medicine than medicine
Love is stronger than justice
Pizza with love is stronger than anger
From Russia with love
From Campania with love

When I said Pizza is stronger
I meant it

tremors

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials

these thoughts are great! especially our primeval connection deep with in, we forget about our basics.
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.

Thanks for your comments Pandora, and thanks for your comments on my poem about 'Passion & Rapture'. I think I made a mistake earlier looking up the forum on my mobile phone - you get a very different sense of conversations, and you can't see the full context. The pizza thing was a text. Anyway, back at the pc and you have the luxury of reading things more clearly. I hope Cate f is alright. Are you out there Cate?

tremors

I'm in a weird mood now
Forgive me
Sometimes I wish the internet
Had a tone of voice

the wolf

for some reason this brings something out of me,....

pandora

the wolf wrote:

for some reason this brings something out of me,....

Me too, thank you

I look at that and see JB when I am gone.
It is not sad because we had so much,
nothing missed.
Not alone in thought, but full of thought.
A song plays with his beer. A song of us.
A memory plays along.
And he is waiting.
He is waiting as I am, to see, to hear, to feel again.
To hold love again in each other arms.

acrossssSsssshittt

pandora wrote:

acrossOceans wrote:

this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?

Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote

You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in

thank you Pandora so much for your hard core appreciation : ) I was hopin you'd dig... and thank you even more for puttin that pic up which I penetrated all evening... My sister's a painter and so she's partly the reason for my mild madness for intense art ... a while back a posted a lil bit which was written under the influence of one of her "sea" paintings which she did just for me... my poem's alright but the painting's something else... alas I have no clue how to put up these pics here... all this photoshop bucket business is beyond me..

acrossssSsssshittt

What can I say -- I am completely speachless with this one..... my senses have been filled. Thank you[/quote]


Mika, if I managed to fill up your senses, then I'm a happier man: )