The poet must have pain

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PHILOSOPHICAL SS

Dips and swallows 

that's what life is to one born of thinking through artistry.

there is no measure of happiness that

can not reach certain description judged by the metaphors of sadness

there must be one of many to compare

 for every beautifully scripted pain  

there is a joyous rendition able to follow

pleasures must be short lived 

and twisted in to tragic bows

And pain must be the constant 

else the fruit of life will go un celebrated 

lest we believe we are all entitled to life.

 

painfully, beautifully aware 

I understand where the jewels in my crown are scattered

that my words are the flame of my soul

and descriptions the flicker of wonder in my minds eye

and that I am incarnate of my logios

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Look up: Marcellus as Hermes Logios


  1. Marcellus as Hermes Logios
    Marcellus as Hermes Logios, sculpture of Marcellus the Younger as Hermes Logios, the god of eloquence. It was executed in marble (1.80 meters in height) circa 20 BC (ie 2 years after the nominal subject`s death, possibly on his uncle Augustus`s personal order as a funerary monument), and was signed...
    Found op http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcellus_as_Hermes_Logios

     

    Logos
    ˈlɒgɒs/
    noun
     
    1. 1.
      THEOLOGY
      the Word of God, or principle of divine reason and creative order, identified in the Gospel of John with the second person of the Trinity incarnate in Jesus Christ.
       
    2. 2.
      (in Jungian psychology) the principle of reason and judgement, associated with the animus.
       
     
     
     
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Not only is this amazing

Not only is this amazing, it is so totally Ssmoothie at your best!!! The line, "my words are the flame of my soul", just Wow! ;-) 

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Aw shucks b, thanks! You and

Aw shucks b, thanks! You and I need to go out and share another night of drink and 70's love songs ;P cheers dear bottoms up! ;) hugSS 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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I love this, so thoughtful

I love this, so thoughtful and also thought provoking. So many of the poems I have seen on this sight seem to be a case of " Oh I haven't posted anything today.. I'll just stick any old rubbish on, doesn't matter if it's awful as long as it's on there. But this is a true professional, write. Superb.

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Thank you so much sweetwater!

Thank you so much sweetwater! You don't know how much you saying that means to me. I am humbled and honoured you felt such a way about what I felt to write from my heart. Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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I love the part about 'where

I love the part about 'where the jewels in my crown are scattered.'...   oh I love it love it. Really nice SSmoothie... 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Yes we all have scattered

Yes we all have scattered jewels from our crowns! You would be amazed at the places they ge into! ;) thank you dear hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Truly nice heartfelt post Respected SSmoothie

Truly nice heartfelt post Respected Good SSmoothie.Real poets do suffer !!! I fell it better to sail when there is wind and row till mah palms are chaffed when the air is still.In rains my boat is filled with water.Sun hits me hard on sunny days.The moon cools me off at nights.Sleep ends all squabbles & fights.

~Your ppfriend PEye~


©bishu 

 

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One can of spinach at a

One can of spinach at a time!!! Nice Bishu!!

 

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Okay Respected nightlight.

Okay Respected nightlight.A can a day keeps critics at bay !!!! I took a tiny toy pickaxe on a barren rocky island and tried to get a peace but found so many pieces at sea    ~Bye friend~


©bishu 

 

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Oh bishu you have such a way

Oh bishu you have such a way of looking at things and I treasure it so! Very glad you have come to visit us regularly respected poet sir! Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Me A Poet !!! Wow !!! What an honour Respected SS

Me A Poet !!! Wow !!! What an honour Respected SS.And calling me "Sir"... Gosh !! I hope I don't drown.Just inaugurated "Big Shop" in the middle of the Marsh. Plans in the offing to open branches elsewhere.Sealed

 


©bishu