Poetry here.

[Tor_Hershman]

A poem I wrote many, MANY moon ago (in Jr. High) and now set as a YouTube vid.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1X-VdgMvhOo

SOGS,
Tor

[Pluto]

Zonder the dust of now
A painting on the wall
Bereft of rhyme or reason
A shadow from the future
Not confined by today's thought
But dug from an imaginary past.

[attofishpi]

Zonder the dust of now
A painting on the wall
Bereft of rhyme or reason
A shadow from the future
Not confined by today's thought
But dug from an imaginary past.

nice

[attofishpi]

My talk is chalk
upon a blackboard
at a point in time
it pulls a chord
then some chief
becomes the thief
and wipes away
what i had to say
but what i said
it did embed
within your mind
so now you're mine
as if i taught
i can pull your thought
with danger its fraught?
who nose?
Sniff out the Truth!

www.androcies.com

[Pluto]

Zonder the dust of now
A painting on the wall
Bereft of rhyme or reason
A shadow from the future
Not confined by today's thought
But dug from an imaginary past.

nice

Thanks.

[Pluto]

The Mainstream
Flowing to you
Flowing through you
The Mainstream

[Pluto]

"Actually, I was only half joking about the character Joel. But just listen to what he's saying. It is extremely down to earth and relevant, (only at the beginning perhaps) he uses god as a goal. And, he doesn't have the 'corporate' about him, that others might. But then, he dilutes it by using Capitalism as his goal." "God crowned you with favour"

[Pluto]

Ars Poetica


A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.

*

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.

*

A poem should be equal to:
Not true.

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean
But be.

by Archibald MacLeish

[Pluto]

Malleable man
Walking down the street
A star shaped in space
Porous

[duszek]

Your voice
on the phone
is like a
firework
on a summer night sky.

Or a hay barn
full of
fragrances
which I can
keep with me
after
the receivers
have been
put down
again.

[Pluto]

Written on the spaceship wall it said "one
morning travelling by train through Belgium
countryside, the mist was low like touching
the ground. The cows and horses were
wandering around in mist, some bumped
into each other, apologising as they did so.
The sun was white yellow."
3050

[duszek]

Gedanke, komm zurück,
tu mir diesen Stress nicht an.
Verschone mich.

Reflection, come back,
do not harass me with this (content).
Spare me.

[marjoramblues]

Gedanke, komm zurück,
tu mir diesen Stress nicht an.
Verschone mich.

Reflection, come back,
do not harass me with this (content).
Spare me.

Beautiful duszek- Hit the right spot
Why does the German sound better ?
'Verschone mich' feels much lighter...

Loved this, thanks

[duszek]

Thank you.

And I wanted to go on using partly a line from Pater noster:

Führe mich nicht in ... (Versuchung)

= Lead me not into ... (temptation)

what shall I say instead of temptation ?

My idea was that I could ask my thoughts not to dwell upon things which make me resentful and embittered and angry.
Comparing them maybe to dogs who run away and need to be called back.

Goethe´s hero Heinrich Faust asked the moment: Verweile doch, du bist so schön ! (stay plaese, you are so nice !)
if I remember correctly, but it was long ago.

[marjoramblues]

Thank you.

And I wanted to go on using partly a line from Pater noster:

Führe mich nicht in ... (Versuchung)

= Lead me not into ... (temptation)

what shall I say instead of temptation ?

Distraction ? Bone-chewing ?

My idea was that I could ask my thoughts not to dwell upon things which make me resentful and embittered and angry.
Comparing them maybe to dogs who run away and need to be called back.

Goethe´s hero Heinrich Faust asked the moment: Verweile doch, du bist so schön ! (stay plaese, you are so nice !)
if I remember correctly, but it was long ago.

Ah, dear Goethe - I might revisit him...