Two Forms, One Soul

Happy is the moment, when we sit together,
With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,
you and I.

The flowers will bloom forever,
The birds will sing their eternal song,
The moment we enter the garden,
you and I.

The stars of heaven will come out to watch us,
And we will show them
the light of a full moon –
you and I.

No more thought of "you" and "I."
Just the bliss of union –
Joyous, alive, free of care, you and I.

All the bright-winged birds of heaven
Will swoop down to drink of our sweet water –
The tears of our laughter, you and I.

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.
Even at the opposite ends of the earth
We would still be together, you and I.

We have one form in this world,
another in the next.

To us belongs an eternal heaven,
the endless delight of you and I.


by Rumi

Come Walk With Me

Come walk with me into the Light...
Where your vision would be so clear and Bright.
Come walk with me and take a look into your past.
Living your life... A Life you lived so fast.
Now tell me... Was your life worth the turmoil.
Come walk with me

To show you the Present
Sitting all alone once again... Deep inside your thoughts
Wondering how you lost their love
You so feverishly sought
Come walk with me... Take a look inside your Heart.
Does it pretend to know your wants.
Or does it know the soul that screamed so
Loud right from the start
Come walk with me into the Dawn

Where the spirit of love is upon u Now
A place where no sorrow or hate will be allowed
Come walk with me... To listen to your soul
And as we Listen... your heart will begin to grow
Understanding that in order to Love...
U must love thy self first...

A Love that u shall feel if though
It came from the Heavens from above
Now come walk with me to our final place
This will be a journey u will never forget
A walk in here with me... You'll never regret
U see this is Euphoria, this is me

The Euphoria of the Soul... A place where u too can be Free
Allow your mind to search your heart
And your heart to search your mind
Because your Soul, will experience
A feeling like no other kind
Now tell me... Do U wish to take a Walk?

Written by me
[Edited 10/9/08 17:58pm]

Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud


That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine


And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they


Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie


In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).


To an Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.



Rudyard Kipling
If

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Robert Frost. 1875–

67. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20
[Edited 10/9/08 19:01pm]

nice

Master Of Music

Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, --
Look how the world with the lights that they lit is illumined and starred,
Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps of their art burn long!

Where is the Master of Music, and how has he vanished away?
Where is the work that he wrought with his wonderful art in the air?
Gone, -- it is gone like the glow on the cloud at the close of the day!
The Master has finished his work, and the glory of music is -- where?

Once, at the wave of his wand, all the billows of musical sound
Followed his will, as the sea was ruled by the prophet of old:
Now that his hand is relaxed, and his rod has dropped to the ground,
Silent and dark are the shores where the marvellous harmonies rolled!

Nay, but not silent the hearts that were filled by that life-giving sea;
Deeper and purer forever the tides of their being will roll,
Grateful and joyful, O Master, because they have listened to thee, --
The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul.

by~Henry Van Dyke

bluestar2006 said:

That is a wonderful poem. Great job!

Bloody wrong forum, but I'l play...

I.

River flow
River flow
Current steady
Clean my bones
Keep on running
Forget my soul
I am ready (to)
Let the current drone

II.

You and your trophy wife
Can get the hell outa my life
Voodoo dolls and sharpened pins
Cannot relief the pain I’m in
I need my fingers on a throbbing vein
I want you to feel the pain
Of a knife penetrating skin
I want you to relive the pain I’m in

III.

Waking up
With coffee and chainsaws
This will be the day
I go to Berlin
And wake the muses
Or maybe tomorrow
I don’t know
And as the chainsaws draw nearer
I withdraw deeper
To where no one can reach me
I am awaiting
And expecting more than this.

Sound drowns out
The black vapor of closed eyes

they are stupid but here they go.

"Love's delirium"

deepened by a connection.
this will only last but a moon light.
a beautiful sight, it is to see the moon beam
reflecting that smile of yours.
surely that image will burn in regret in my mind.
but when the world is unkind to me, then i'll sure
to bring it up again.
see, the poison of that night still remains.
deepened by a connection.
the intertwining of fate.
as it brought us together.
like rose petals, leaving a fragrance
i'll never forget, that will be my chain.
in a fading memory, the night wind will reassure
me that i was not alone, if only for a while.
i would do anything to see that smile
once again, see the poison of that night
still embedded in me..
=====
"bored"

breaking the eggshells walls of my room.
to see in the sky in tumeric vision
the dawning of the sun, makes the people run into
their houses like roaches.
the night is blooming amongst the shinning of the creek.
i am now one with the neon lights.
you cannot stop me in my fun.
you cannot let me go..
petals will float amongst this decadent night.
you'll forget it, then you'll regret
then you'll meet me on the street
and pretend not to know me..


=====

"a dream within a dream"

devouring daphne, slightly felt the breeze of summer night.
walking home, wisteria petals dance about my head.
such that will make khloris envious.
disoriented, i don't where I am. Looking for the light.
only a familiar smell of smoke leads me to you.
crimson embers, desire slowly unfolding



they are all cryptic i know. i am trying to mess about with imaginary typically flowerly kind . i am sorry for the grammar error. too sleepy to correct.lol all done by the way/
[Edited 10/10/08 0:18am]
[Edited 10/10/08 0:26am]

Waves of radio static love
Crushing
Any thoughts about you
No more nightmares
About waking up beside you

Nothing else on the walls
But drawings
Of aero planes spilling bombs
Everywhere
Classroom window panes

U try and get me 2 run around
4 the little things that u do
Clues all over town
But your intent is never true

Tired of all the mind games
That u love 2 play
Our relationship is NOT the same
Since u started 2 pray

Hoping that u will see this
And get back 2 who U really are
I'm sure that u will be pissed
But this time.....
U have gone 2 far

Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
~~~~~

I'm Not Lonely

i'm not lonely
sleeping all alone

you think i'm scared
but i'm a big girl
i don't cry
or anything

i have a great
big bed
to roll around
in and lots of space
and idon't dream
bad dreams
like i used
to have that you
were leaving me
anymore

now that you're gone
i don't dream
and no matter
what you think
i'm not lonely
sleeping
all alone
~~~~~

Still I Rise


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

BOOK OF LOVE


I OPENED A BOOK OF LOVE
SAW SO MUCH BEAUTY IN ME
I BELIEVE OUR SOULS MET
I FELT YOUR SWEET SPIRIT
I THINK WE'RE WRITTEN IN
THE BOOK OF LOVE
PICTURES OF US EMBRACED IN A KISS
HANDS UPON MY HIPS
STARS, THEY BEGAN TO SHINE
CLOUDS WRITE PICTURES IN THE SKY
I HUG THIS THOUGHT IN TIME
I THINK WE'RE WRITTEN IN
THE BOOK OF LOVE
IT IS WRITTEN IN EXCLAIMATION
HOW OUR BODIES FIT INTO EACH OTHER IN SYNCHE
I FEEL YOUR HANDS ON MY HEART
SAW SO MUCH BEAUTY IN YOU
HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT IT
MY SWEET PERFUME
POURED ON HEAVY
I THINK WE'RE WRITTEN IN
THE BOOK OF LOVE
I FELT YOUR SWEET SPIRIT INVADE ME
TRAVELED TO MANY WORLDS THROUGH YOUR EYES
SLOW MOTION MOVEMENTS
YOU CATCH MY VIBE
SOFT AND SLOW
KEEP IT TIGHT
OUR SOULS MET
I THINK WE'RE WRITTEN IN
THE BOOK OF LOVE

copyright kim lira

LOVE all the poems so far

Sex

Sex is passion
Sex is desire
Sex is hot
Sex is fire
Sex is fast
Sex is slow
Sex is to much for kids to know
Sex is pain
Sex is pleasure
Sex is warm no matter what type of wheather it's on
Sex is ambition trying to achieve a goal
Sex is enthusiasm interesting to the soul
Sex is wonderful
Sex is great
Sex is can be the strongest thing to make your back brake
So sex is not just a word it's somthing that people do
and before you have sex dont forget to strap up to.

latasha anderson

I shall not commit poetic lore to a dot-org page
For if I find it in a Hallmark store, I'll be in a rage.

The Invitation (Oriah Mountain Dreamer)

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dreams,
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life
From God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.

...excerpt from Something Better Than Good

.....i'm waiting you see, that's my problem
waiting for what's not comin" cuz
i can't sit still for what's real
something better than good...

it's a work in progress....

very nice everyone!

kimrachell said: