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[Ariaecheflame]

thanks

Praying for what is on
The heart somehow made more
Sense to me then
Praying for what is in the heart.

I think that I received
Maybe three miracles today -
Three things which where at
Play and heavy around my heart -
Three things which
Needed a little nudge.
I guess to start a path
Towards hope... grace -

For
Others who needed
To see some light
Within their sorrow... Those
Who needed a little
Hope for tommorow.

So... I can
Kind of rest happily
Enveloped in the wings of peace -
Knowing that those who need
Me now know at least some
Hope for
Relief.

[Joe Mc]

I never dreamed id
end up being one of those
obscure writers
that publishes on even
more obscure forums
hoping for a moments
understanding from myself
or even one other person (hahaha :))
Poetry has alot of SO THERE in it !!!!
So there !!!!
the way a child might present her
parent with a painting of her hands !!!
We forgot why we started this caper
or was there even a start ??
now i have to write about that
But that has been a major theme
of mine since i Started ..where was
the start ?
Ts Elliot i heard tell said it was the ending
the start was the ending
and we can know it for the first time
And yet i doubt sometimes
that i will begin again ?
Start to see this lol
please !

[Joe Mc]

Originally Posted by Ariaecheflame

Lol... Joe... MC... That amused me

Could have taken about 30 different roads there...
In amusement..
Instead I just stared at a clock
Without a battery...
Got mesmerised by a time
Which was standing still...
A light which was flickering
Over a hill...
Dipped the quill into
A pot of ink...
Time to think about
Corpses which rot and stink up
The lounge room of misery
Time.. It resigned me to
Some random rhyme...
Took a sip of life...
Reminded myself of
A time where I once thrived on
Exhaust fumes and
Cheap perfume....
Never really stopped to
Consider the shape of
The clouds...
And now I stop to
Cry out
Aloud...
Time knows nothing and
Neither do I..
Time sinks as the easterly ocean
Breeze sweeps over my skin...
Only songs chase me now -
I bow down to life... Like
A flame caught in
A breeze -
Nothing can
Ever replace me.

Great ! The ending is beautiful ! just had to say something here. thanks. Likewise on the following verse about the Ocean and its own justifications not to mention its healing properties. Very nice reading. :) Merci Beko !

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Joe Mc

I never dreamed id
end up being one of those
obscure writers
that publishes on even
more obscure forums
hoping for a moments
understanding from myself
or even one other person (hahaha :))
Poetry has alot of SO THERE in it !!!!
So there !!!!
the way a child might present her
parent with a painting of her hands !!!
We forgot why we started this caper
or was there even a start ??
now i have to write about that
But that has been a major theme
of mine since i Started ..where was
the start ?
Ts Elliot i heard tell said it was the ending
the start was the ending
and we can know it for the first time
And yet i doubt sometimes
that i will begin again ?
Start to see this lol
please !

I CAN SEE
you Joe MC...
I am just another tragic
Poet drowning in
The sea - talking to
Myself and hoping
That the Coast Guard is
Keeping a watchful
Eye... Over me...
I Hope that he or she
Sees me and
Fishes me out
Before I die from
Writers demise -
It's
Like watching a clown cry
At a children's party -
Cringeworthy at best
Traumatising at worst...
The poets woefully (obscure)
Plight
Is the saddest sight!

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Nowayout

Prayer can be rather difficult at times, it takes faith and a desire to connect with that higher power.

I am a creature of habit and I like to say a prayer in the morning, noon, and before bed. Not a big drawn-out thing, just what's on my heart.
The monks taught me to make it a habit, it gets into your bones, your breath. And grace happens.

But hey we are all cut from the same fabric, we just like to wear it our own way. And that's the divine plan I figure.

Let your light shine.

I would never tell anyone to do what I do, I have my way, and that's me. I let my son do what he feels right, he's an agnostic. Great.

I indirectly answered you through a sort of a poem.
I meant to say thanks. Some really good and positive blessings transpired, inspired by your reply.
Seriously man... I needed that.

[Ariaecheflame]

Who is in
Charge of this
Joint?
A finger points
Towards me?
Holy cow...
A cloud formation in
The shape of a pointing finger
Points towards me...
How on earth did I miss that
Little number?
A thunder bolt jolted me
Naturally, I screamed...
As wisdom beamed into my head...
Cleaned the fog
Off my glasses and
Started off
Towards brand new
(insert ending which vaguely fits)..........

Ice cream plazas.

[Joe Mc]

I bow down to life... Like
A flame caught in
A breeze -
Nothing can
Ever replace me.

Unbelievable line of poetry ..thanks for sharing :)

And now for my next act ...the lonesome boatman !!! lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntGIkGuFBL8

And a longer version with a nice prologue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpFHffUPQho

For when the Salt Sea breeze has eased your mind and you might be
thinking of ripping a little on the white horses of life ..riding the currents ?
But nevertheless ....

[Joe Mc]

You cant say much about it
the river that flows continually
past homes and dwellings careers
laughter happiness birth and deaths
You can't say a thing about it sometimes
but its there
And more there than anything else
that arises in the mind stream
Because it is the mind stream
You.