Ophelia's Nun

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  • Posts: 5,746
    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!!!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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. :D
  • Posts: 5,746
    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. :D

    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. :D

    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!! :D

    And how is you???????
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I feel wonderful, truly.
    That's down to Julie.

    :)
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Yup. In a whirl.
    Oh, dyaogirl!

    :):):)
  • Posts: 5,746
    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... ;) )

    :D 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?" :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Posts: 216
    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
    If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
    (Angelina Jolie)
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Awwww, I love love on this thread. :)
  • Posts: 138
    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.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • Posts: 1,176
    If only I could be the ocean that moves the waves within you. Very nice poem.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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.....

    :)
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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.
  • Posts: 604
    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.

    :D

    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 :)
    ~all is full of love~
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I just thought ...

    The worst non-elected president of all time will always be worse than the worst elected non-president of all time.
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I should be leaving you, hosts.
    I've been neglecting my ghosts.
  • Posts: 5,746
    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... :)


    :D {{{{{tenA}}}}} :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    "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 .... :D
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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!

    ;):D
  • Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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.

    :)

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