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tremors wrote:Just had a weird moment thinking there were revisions and editing by the mods going on in the poetry forum!!
Made me realise how when you come here you kind of take your life in your hands a bit - sharing personal stuff - in a more intense mode. Amazing how some of our words are precious, maybe sacred even, and others we can just let glide on by.....
I hope they don't delete too much from here. It's a mine of thought-provoking material, and a lot of people share a lot of themselves, which is always risky..... Small doses of poetry for me sometimes....
Where were you headin Pandi? I realise I probably killed the conversation. Sorry.
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justam wrote:tremors wrote:Just had a weird moment thinking there were revisions and editing by the mods going on in the poetry forum!!
Made me realise how when you come here you kind of take your life in your hands a bit - sharing personal stuff - in a more intense mode. Amazing how some of our words are precious, maybe sacred even, and others we can just let glide on by.....
I hope they don't delete too much from here. It's a mine of thought-provoking material, and a lot of people share a lot of themselves, which is always risky..... Small doses of poetry for me sometimes....
Where were you headin Pandi? I realise I probably killed the conversation. Sorry.
What makes you think the mods are editing the poetry forum?
No, I was wrong. I thought I had had some things deleted - but I was reading the wrong thread!!
It got me thinking though - I couldn't even quite remember what I had or hadn't written, and I don't have copies, so I was wondering what it would be like if you just had a post of yours deleted without any notice. I guess if they were going to censor the poetry, the first to go would be Chadwick's (was it?) about 'fucking your drugs counsellor' - hehehe - that was one of my favourites!!Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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tremors wrote:justam wrote:tremors wrote:Just had a weird moment thinking there were revisions and editing by the mods going on in the poetry forum!!
Made me realise how when you come here you kind of take your life in your hands a bit - sharing personal stuff - in a more intense mode. Amazing how some of our words are precious, maybe sacred even, and others we can just let glide on by.....
I hope they don't delete too much from here. It's a mine of thought-provoking material, and a lot of people share a lot of themselves, which is always risky..... Small doses of poetry for me sometimes....
Where were you headin Pandi? I realise I probably killed the conversation. Sorry.
What makes you think the mods are editing the poetry forum?
No, I was wrong. I thought I had had some things deleted - but I was reading the wrong thread!!
It got me thinking though - I couldn't even quite remember what I had or hadn't written, and I don't have copies, so I was wondering what it would be like if you just had a post of yours deleted without any notice. I guess if they were going to censor the poetry, the first to go would be Chadwick's (was it?) about 'fucking your drugs counsellor' - hehehe - that was one of my favourites!!
That really made me laugh and he'd love that!0 -
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tremors wrote:justam wrote:tremors wrote:Just had a weird moment thinking there were revisions and editing by the mods going on in the poetry forum!!
Made me realise how when you come here you kind of take your life in your hands a bit - sharing personal stuff - in a more intense mode. Amazing how some of our words are precious, maybe sacred even, and others we can just let glide on by.....
I hope they don't delete too much from here. It's a mine of thought-provoking material, and a lot of people share a lot of themselves, which is always risky..... Small doses of poetry for me sometimes....
Where were you headin Pandi? I realise I probably killed the conversation. Sorry.
What makes you think the mods are editing the poetry forum?
No, I was wrong. I thought I had had some things deleted - but I was reading the wrong thread!!
It got me thinking though - I couldn't even quite remember what I had or hadn't written, and I don't have copies, so I was wondering what it would be like if you just had a post of yours deleted without any notice. I guess if they were going to censor the poetry, the first to go would be Chadwick's (was it?) about 'fucking your drugs counsellor' - hehehe - that was one of my favourites!!
you cant censor/edit poetry
and if they ever do
i hope i am the first to gofor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
chadwick wrote:tremors wrote:
No, I was wrong. I thought I had had some things deleted - but I was reading the wrong thread!!
It got me thinking though - I couldn't even quite remember what I had or hadn't written, and I don't have copies, so I was wondering what it would be like if you just had a post of yours deleted without any notice. I guess if they were going to censor the poetry, the first to go would be Chadwick's (was it?) about 'fucking your drugs counsellor' - hehehe - that was one of my favourites!!
you cant censor/edit poetry
and if they ever do
i hope i am the first to go
You would be top of the fucking list. And that is quite an accolade. God bless the USA - and pleading the first. Am gonna try and write my first poem in ages in honour of the poets out here... hmmmmm......Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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Running
Been running from my own shadow for far too long
I'm fucking fleeing
And I'm tired of it.
One day soon I'm gonna stop and turn around
Face behind me
And see
Faces of friends
Faces of me
Wasted children I swore had dropped by the wayside long ago
Keeping pace
Ahead
Around
Alongside
Safety in numbers
Fuck Piggy, we're lords of the flies now
One day I'm gonna turn around
We're gonna fight back
One day
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I love off the head writing like that, very cool and very good! thank youtremors wrote:justam wrote: Here's a picture to get the thread back on track-->
Running
Been running from my own shadow for far too long
I'm fucking fleeing
And I'm tired of it.
One day soon I'm gonna stop and turn around
Face behind me
And see
Faces of friends
Faces of me
Wasted children I swore had dropped by the wayside long ago
Keeping pace
Ahead
Around
Alongside
Safety in numbers
Fuck Piggy, we're lords of the flies now
One day I'm gonna turn around
We're gonna fight back
One day
Just like today
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Thanks P - was a late night thing
Not the best poem in the world - but heartfelt!! Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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Wisdom
Funny how hindsight,
Perspective
Gives you insights
Something I'd never realised before
from 15 years ago
How a young man,
a novice amongst seasoned inmates
Veterans
How they treated him with kindness
Knowledge
Understanding
The fellow inmates
How they 'knew the ropes'
Noone else showed me that kindness
That wisdom
How one old guy
(I thought he was completely mad at the time)
Used to kick off
Kicking the doors
Kicking the chairs
and shouting
'It's these fucking drugs! It's the bloody government!'
15 years of learning
and I've concluded
The same thing.
Would probably do the same as him
tomorrow
And how this other guy
Watched me for a week
and said
'Get up, have a shower, have a shave'
Sort yourself out.
God knows what his story was
Lost in the ether of this world
I know he'd seen a few sights though
From this look in his face
His understanding
Here in my mind's eye
I sometimes wonder
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This poem gives me hope. I love hope and this story, for me it is the 'why' of life.tremors wrote:Wisdom
Funny how hindsight,
Perspective
Gives you insights
Something I'd never realised before
from 15 years ago
How a young man,
a novice amongst seasoned inmates
Veterans
How they treated him with kindness
Knowledge
Understanding
The fellow inmates
How they 'knew the ropes'
Noone else showed me that kindness
That wisdom
How one old guy
(I thought he was completely mad at the time)
Used to kick off
Kicking the doors
Kicking the chairs
and shouting
'It's these fucking drugs! It's the bloody government!'
15 years of learning
and I've concluded
The same thing.
Would probably do the same as him
tomorrow
And how this other guy
Watched me for a week
and said
'Get up, have a shower, have a shave'
Sort yourself out.
God knows what his story was
Lost in the ether of this world
I know he'd seen a few sights though
From this look in his face
His understanding
Here in my mind's eye
I sometimes wonder
what he saw of 'me'
"God knows what his story was" and God must have known yours.
The two stories colliding brought understanding and shared wisdom and perspective
helping you both and now helping me.
We all have a story to share with each other. We all can help each other.
Thanks friend for sharing this with us. You are wise beyond your years.0 -
I'm not far off 40!!Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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California Dreamin
The first time I saw him he was wired.
Aroused by just being alive and who he was.
Happy doesn't cover the feel, it was electric.
Charged with love.
The love of thousands touched.
The love from a father never known.
As the days passed
he calmed.
A quiet satisfaction filling his space.
Peaceful exhaustion,
serene fulfillment,
unplugged happiness.
It was a few days later
I came upon him.
Sitting alone, picturesque, on a barstool.
The sadness he felt, I also knew.
A bond for two strangers, living unknown.
There in his blue eyes I saw the longing.
Withdrawals from a power like no drug.
The need, the very essence of who he is,
where he's been and where he is going,
stronger than I could imagine.
It was my sadness, ten fold, aching my heart.
As my heart grasped and understood
this strange need, the bond we share,
our electric love,
a pure gratification,
the blue funk,
the requirement to continue this heavenly interaction,
my heart turned to know a happiness it had not yet known.
A bliss like no other lay over my sleeping mind
and I awoke with a smile and a song.
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Less kisses - more poetry!!Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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