Ophelia's Nun

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
A pier-glass, a Circle of Friends statue,
Merlot bought from Eddie's market,
A bottle of glittering red,
and candlelight thriving on living room walls:
I travelled to you that first night.
I touched your goldenhair in rolling flow
And wept when you told of your love for me.
Under the dancing tongues of blazing wonder
I kissed your lips, lovebalmed for me.
Over oceans, but knowing the pulse of earth,
Sensing love's path of energy
between dimensions of stillness
I'll come tonight and hold you in my arms,
as I have every night since our first touch.
Oh, my love, my love,
Blissweaver ,
Jewelstar,
Earthpulse,
Heaven,
Home.

Tears! But good ones!

OMG!!!!! This is just amazing! I even just read it again and the same thing happend!! Darned leaky eyes!!!

FinsburyParkCarrots

How's everything, B.E.? I sent your love on to cassia for you!

I'd be honoured if you have some poems to share with Ophelia's nun. They'd water her tomato seeds and keep her forever free of the penguins.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
How's everything, B.E.? I sent your love on to cassia for you!

I'd be honoured if you have some poems to share with Ophelia's nun. They'd water her tomato seeds and keep her forever free of the penguins.

I'm okay, thanks! Oh, and much, much thanks for sending my love to sweet cassia!!!!!!!!! YAY!

I've no water for the garden today but it is supposed to rain tonight so...I shall try to shoo those pesky pingu-ins away.

Ears an off the top a me 'ed little un:

I walked beside the drink
And the light said to me,
"Today is yours!"
So, I took her advice,
Embraced Today,
Then we held hands
And together went in search,
of beautiful Tomorrow.





SHOO!!

And how is you???????

FinsburyParkCarrots

I feel wonderful, truly.
That's down to Julie.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Yup. In a whirl.
Oh, dyaogirl!

:):)

Being Enlightened

Just a touch...

---

A golden dream
Of golden streams,

I'd sleep on the rising tide of your every breath...

Wake to drown in your kisses...

Soak in your succulence...

We'll live like the ocean...

Even if just a while...

Even if just a little while...

Stay with me, honeychile
Sweeten me with your honeysmiles



Even...




if...




just...




a...




while...








(it's a little drizzly, got me dizzy, in a tizzy, gave a little shout and these words just came spilling out... - I do believe that those grey clouds shall part and a beautiful golden sun shall rain smiles upon us all, even if just for a little while... )

Thinking penguins, now thinking Jake and Elwood Blues. "Now a wish sandwich is that kind of a sandwich wherein you do have two slices of bread and you wish you had some meat, bow, bow, bow... What do want for nothing? Rubberbiscuit?"

PJfaninmaine

Hey B.E. nice hearing form you again! That was awesome.
Big Fan of the Blues Brothers as well! Now how would you type the rest of that song? hmmmuna hummana bibnbbalballa? somtheing like that maybe? haha
Love ya

FinsburyParkCarrots

Awwww, I love love on this thread.

dyaogirl

Lips of shadowed ancient stones
Encase reminiscent times;
Gateways release your breath
Alive in rich dream-color songs
Your music star-formed
Catalyses tree top jewel bright dances,
Spiraling into frenzied snowflake wonder
Winter blue cascades down into
Love’s lamp lit golden beams.

Enfold me into your eternal psalms,
That move the wave within me.

nailz100

If only I could be the ocean that moves the waves within you. Very nice poem.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Yahoo Tuesday!!!
We've got Hendrix '69 jamming Spanish Castle Magic
in sync on Winamp, counted down fivey, fourey, three-ey ...
and you peek out your window to Mount Rainier
as I look out to the big fen skies,
and as that intro comes in, we're seeing that same gold
that ray of cloudtop spanishcastle windowlight
the golden ocean of sun waving through us both
spinning us together
in a spiral into oneness
Just let your mind float around.....

FinsburyParkCarrots

Mica juts and snags of the waterless shore
dig in their chests. Prostrate, like this, all day,
they lay, their arms outstretched beyond their sight,
their hands ungloved and tattered, fumbling
between coarse quartz slabs
for a fingergrip of a shell, an oxymoron,
that familiar hardsmooth touch of brittle softness.
Their necks ache from lifting their heads to the tide,
Greyclouded film, mist, drizzle, sea,
foam spluttering, all nothing, eye-level to their gaze.
Rocks bruise their thighs under oilskin slacks,
and their dull pleasant ache marks the defeat in resistance,
the pride in mad patience defying madness,
the futility of grappling face down in ocean rockpools
from tide to tide, for life in death, and death in life.
Maybe the bucket bottom might be covered yet,
Maybe they'll get a drink in the evening,
Or maybe the currents will turn from Blackrock,
hurrying, waving, merciful, lapping overhead,
smashing down upon them, hooding life in ocean black,
blocking the lungs that know nothing but a reflex
for air they try all day to squeeze from their chests
to die
on the floor of a cockle shore.
They dream of burial in a million watery shells.

tenaciousA

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
... Some never love in colour
But need to love in grey,
And spoil new loves with dolour
From old chances thrown away?

I mean, hey!
See dawn, today?
Those reds,
those yellows?

No?

You ARE strange fellows,
indeed. Agreed? Oh.

halloo mr. fins... i'm a wicked busy girl... nice to see ms. maine out and about... just thought i'd say howdo...

i love a gray day
it's all technicolor thought blossoms
a reverse midnight star
and yet?
it is



love to you

FinsburyParkCarrots

I just thought ...

The worst non-elected president of all time will always be worse than the worst elected non-president of all time.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Here's a lyric to a song I wrote. The guitar is tuned to CGDGAD (with the capo on the fourth fret) but the chord sequence is a bit complex for this time of night, so anyway, who cares, here are the words:

Have you bought yourself time?
Is your fortress safe from harm,
or is the enemy inside?
Your accounts: are they right?
Have you found oversights?
Is there something you've to hide?
You moved too fast -
your senses blurred to one
And loves don't last -
your first love made you run.....

(Chorus)
There's no faith in blame
in the people who stop to call
There's no faith in blame
Except in the first name of all....

Which you won't spell

(Instrumental break)

Another body in your bed
Keep them unsteady as your tread
(For after all, the first one lied).
A photoflash can take your soul:
You spend your flesh, you dance for all
You dance until the cancer's died

Skin is stretching -
Tighter on the bone
And the tide is scratching
The last place you had to run.....

(Chorus)
There's no faith inblame
In the people who stop to call
There's no faith in blame
Except in the first name of all
There's no faith in blame
Won't you lose your faith in blame
There's no faith in blame
Won't you lose your faith in .....


blame

blame

blame

FinsburyParkCarrots

I should be leaving you, hosts.
I've been neglecting my ghosts.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
I should be leaving you, hosts.
I've been neglecting my ghosts.

And we shall wait for a post
From the poet with the most



Fins, melikes the BLAME!

And dyao,

Lips of shadowed ancient stones
Encase reminiscent times;
Gateways release your breath
Alive in rich dream-color songs
Your music star-formed
Catalyses tree top jewel bright dances,
Spiraling into frenzied snowflake wonder
Winter blue cascades down into
Love’s lamp lit golden beams.

Enfold me into your eternal psalms,
That move the wave within me.

*sigh*, take my breath away...


{{{{{tenA}}}}}

FinsburyParkCarrots

"Irish poets, earn your trade,
Sing whatever is well made,
Scorn the sort now growing up
All out of shape from toe to top,
Their unremembering hearts and heads
Base-born products of base beds.
Sing the peasantry, and then
Hard-riding country gentlemen,
The holiness of monks, and after
Porter-drinkers' randy laughter;
Sing the lords and ladies gay
That were beaten into the clay
Through seven heroic centuries;
Cast your mind on other days
That we in coming days may be
Still the indomitable Irishry."


Well......

I was thinking ....

FinsburyParkCarrots

Slacker poets, ply your trade,
Sing what's only barely made.
Spurn those songs that reach the top
With Happiness and This Way Up,
Sung from smiley, bright-eyed heads
Rarely weighting down their beds.
Sing of "Woe is me" and then
Plagiarise some lines from "Ten",
Plus some song by Ten Years After,
Finished with a tag from "Daughter".
Don't make love to Marvin Gaye
But say your heart is made of clay
Then, rattle off your miseries;
Learn your craft, finding new ways
To speak of "I" and "my" and "me":
And you'll be the uncheerable Slacker-ry.




Gotta laugh at ourselves occasionally, ya know!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by dyaogirl
Lips of shadowed ancient stones
Encase reminiscent times;
Gateways release your breath
Alive in rich dream-color songs
Your music star-formed
Catalyses tree top jewel bright dances,
Spiraling into frenzied snowflake wonder
Winter blue cascades down into
Love’s lamp lit golden beams.

Enfold me into your eternal psalms,
That move the wave within me.