I love it.
let me be the: I love it.
let me be the words that flow,
Like water down a fall,
Let me taste each dewdrop
That arrives upon thine wall,
I'll bathe myself in all thine words,
Under a starlit sky,
I'll pass by every subtle twinge
And shelter every sigh.
I'd pluck a pocketful of sunshine,
For every handful of word salad,
Then eat your words like a bon bon,
And I'd share with you a carrot....
May your quill fly lightly on: May your quill fly lightly on the wings of the dove,
And let all of your words be rooted in unconditional love!!
Love it!
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Very very tasty & delectable fare Respected Mm P_Eyes: Very very tasty & delectable fare Respected Mm P_Eyes.The "Greatest Inspirator & The Greatest Conspirator"!!!!! If it weren't for the "wordwizard up above" there wouldn't be anything..... Just a black dark hole of failure.Grace.
Chubby Delight or slim Grace ??: Chubby Delight or slim Grace ?? Interesting point to ponder on ......Fat fish last more n gives more to eat ~from~a~hydrated~well~fed~sailor~
Loved the description "Ivory soft clouds": Loved the description "Ivory soft clouds" "diamond ring truly blue" ... how figurative!!!!!! "binoculars as strong as the sun" wow!!!!!!! Cream of words Respected Poetic_Eyes.
I hear what you are saying,: I hear what you are saying, but I feel that in many cases, the child is curious, and too little answers by parents who had too little answers or developed negative connotations about their own bodies at a young age. You couple that with condemnation from (most) church clergy and you get curious children. Then you combine that with broken marriages and a fight over material property, a society...
thank yoiu: thank you. i wrote in a generalization to allow men, women, boys, girls, whoever to connect with. some are too scared, timid, ashamed, embarrassed to admit it's happened, but maybe this will give them the courage to stick up for themselves, fight back, and realize it's not their fault. by doing so, it may put the rapists behind bars or may they face the death penality, and then the rest of us can...
Karyn, I certainly can: Karyn, I certainly can empathize with the weight of passion expressed in this poem. It is not an easy thing to place your feelings aside when we see horrific crimes such as are acted out daily in our society. I was raped several times as a minor child, and eventually had to come to grips with this truth about our society. I went through the rigorous process of exposure therapy, and found it to be...
Blame is what man thinks is: Blame is what humans thinks is "perfect sense", as it eats away at his own worthiness to shine with the brilliancy of Terra's sun on her bountiful bliss.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/957358
They learn as they go along. Love how you said..."A coffin for your fears to dwell in,
As forests burn and the skies crumble,"
This is what death is.
Lovely write!!! ( and true...
Oh that's all it is? Well: Oh that's all it is? Well thanks for explaining it. I thpight it was something where you just couldn't think of anything to write aboit. Oh I get that all the time. Thank goodness for computers easy to erase!!
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hi: hi. i don't get paid to write, but every writer has gotten writer's block at some time or another. words get jammed, papers get cluttered, pens run dry, keyboards go clickity, clack, and when it's all done you toss it out because it's not up to your standards. then you give it ago again and you think about what you liked about it and what lead you to throwing it out, you comprise and focus on...
That was very beautiful.: This poem has been another one that caught my attention ever so greatly I couldn't stop reading...
I love how the words are easily understood, to me, maybe not to others... But, I mean the feelings in this and the emotion that flows threw it.
A very beautiful poem, that will catch eyes...
And the part about: And the part about "intertwined blood brothers" speaks of the reasons why, because that in itself... a delusion. Flesh and blood turn to ashes... what is real is what is, not what others "think"is, which includes the poet, or of whom the poet speaks. Very very sad, but true.
So many delusions and false beliefs strewn from gluteal folds that somehow grow....tongues.
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If I made a living at this, I: If I made a living at this, I don't think I would ever have writer's block. Idk...maybe I would, but as you can you see.. I have too much to say already!! Lmao...
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The "lust for everything that: The "lust for everything that does not exist"...love those words because they are true and authentic prescence of what delusional is. As always...rivetting.
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this has possbilities: this has possibilites. with some tweaking, this could be a poem. love your comments bishu. you're one of my new favorites on this site.
I read this many times. I: I read this many times. I found it inviting, unique, wonderfully daring, and a little weird, because when words are written on paper or spoken from lips I would say they have been freed and have no need to be freed again. If there is any freeing to do after that i would think it would be the writer or the reader who needs it...?
As far as pseudonyms go, there are too many reasons to count why...
bishu commented on: Faceless by Anonymous 11 years 1 week ago
Much honoured Respected Poetic_Eyes...Thousand bows!!: Much honoured Respected Poetic_Eyes...Thousand bows!!
Faceless-yet-on-the-face-of-the-earth
Showin mah face shall be a disgrace
Mah face is not a painters canvas
Where artists paint lovely faces.Alas!!
What mah writes is mostly gas
We'll meet doomsday at Sunday Mass
In the Big Church made of pretty glass (Glass concept is nightlight's)
Stars shall shine in day moon also...
Oh how beautiful!! I am: Oh how beautiful!! I am honored you were inspired. My sun shines brightly upon my leaves, its buds bloom with open arms to embrace the rays!!
Lovely! I love the expression: Lovely! I love the expression about how the poems come to be. It is often like picking a bouquet of flowers from one's mind. The words that we read become merged with our inner thoughts and the picture becomes one we see as complete. We become weaved into tapestry through that process of creation.
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thanks: thanks bishu. I'm not that good music and don't ask me to play, but I enjoy music a lot, appreciate those who "own" it, and can write about it.