The return of Self
Waiting for the return of self
Christ at the Speed of Light
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.
Another 40 Year War
There is no coming to consciousness without pain. Carl Jung
Raqs Sharqi – Eastern Dance
Having lived in the Middle East and known Eastern women intimately, this is the story of their Eastern dance and what it means.
The Soul At Dusk
I thought of the soul on its expiation date Is it content to seek the rewars it has coming or does itmake a last ditch effort to try and rectify what it has done wrong?
wygas
australian parliementary promices to reduce earths suction
about time......
in the solstice of the winter sun the old fella seeks what's known refuge from the morning glum a place to warm his bones his verandah lay open there for all who do pass by i'm sure if you'd stopped to share his words would never run dry a s
Able Sable Dunmore
Having known her but a short time this poem is for Odetta 57. I am aware of her tenacity ofof life. Regardless of age she jumps ino life&&love with both feet. Keep up the great attitude! h \\\\\ This poem is for Odetta,(her call name), from Cumbria Northern England. I admire her tenacity for life, regardless of age she has jumped into life and love with both feet.
Easy As One Two Three
A fair summer day,a pure gentle stream,touch one The pretty pretty green trees I see,touch two A soft lovely lovely breeze.touch three And my day has started as easy as one two three The smell of coffee you made this morning,touch one Sunshin
My Personal Soapbox
It takes little effort to marvel the success of others. The sphere of influence is everywhere both good and bad. Don’t be house blinded or keep a soapbox of nothings to dwell in beautiful places that has no meaning. Bondage can be defined in ma
TIME
If i could just just unwind and rewind, If i could just wait around, If i could just stop the ticking. I could have saved the love lost, I could have got that job; I could have done everthing, That was meant to be done So precious,yet aint
Freedom in so little space
I bought a small,paper-weight in a shop when I went on a whale watch with my son.. There were 3 Dolphins inside. They all seamed to have a smile on their face And Iwondered how could they feel so good in such a small cage? Then it dawned on me. Sat by the water and wrote this poem
ostend souls...
climatic grey and blues...
it don't matter......
everyone has a reason to express themselves .........
Poets and Coffee
I have collaborated with an English Prof in CA to rewrite this so I wanted to repost, this version is cleaned up and more focused now, Thanks to Proffessor Cortez! (Substitute "tea" for "coffee"..they both contain legal substances of caffeine!)
Joining the Stars
She stands on the porch in her thin nightgown. The last rays of the day are fading over the horizon. A soft breeze announces evening's arrival. As she sits on the hard wooden railing. Two birds fly among the treetops, heading home.
ONLY THE RIVER RUNS FREE
I like to brainstorm sometimes!
Tears in the fire
Primordial forces stamped indelibly upon the collective soul What can be called mind was never left for reason to decide We are not our own Behold! Within these mortal veins a strangers blood gives life to a mere vapor in the wind My
rules of the games
When the mind swims in the oceans of pains passion gives way to anger against inhumanity. Should it be a burden to the "haves", or a responsibility to the "have nots", or must we hold hands together and be one? You tell me. Thanks for all your reads
A Remote yet crowded Church
the woods are my pastime church. I enter with solemnity. I find peace , harmony and a feeling of being as close to God as possible. I have found that the woods arE THE "CHURCH OF THE WOLVES and they will challenge your right to be on their sacred lair.
Who casts the first stone?
I realize much strife has arisen on this site..I for one apologize for any undue stress I may have caused without foresight..But when God made the world he said it was good, not perfect..I think we can still have our bit of Utopia if we don't lose faith..I appreciate all my poet brothers and sisters on here..I've been here a little over two years and do not regret one minute..I try and see the good in all people and don't see myself as above others.. Thank you... Love and light... Genesis 1:31
My Prayer for YOU/US
Two thousand thirteen ushered us into the re-acquaintance of our renewed friendship, not lost but put aside. Lord how do we reconcile the reality of such deep and divine love that we have for each other and not be selfish in contributing to the mise
All of We are One
All of We are one; Abandoning our egos and emotions to embrace the wholeness of the world around us is a healthier state of being All of We are one; The awakening of our own consciousness allows us to journey outside of ourselves and embrace a w
How Do I Live a Joyful Life?
How Do I Live a Joyful Life? Being blessed to wake up is a joy. As I give thought to the layout of my day, framing my moves to what I will do next, I count it as joyful. Knowing sometimes what I will face at work and sometimes before I leave home,
Finding the You in U
Finding the You in U To find the wonderful person in you, you have to share time and adventures with yourself. Take a world cruise or a simple adventure with just you. Take the time to get to know you, enjoying every personal port, and stop along
A Conscience Mind
Be aware of disappointments they are self-placed; widening the gap of guilt and uncertainty You are unique and natural, a perfect vessel espousing to do great things as directed by GOD God has granted the perfect opportunity removing all obsta
Clean
Thank you reader for your visit. Good day to all, J
HOW??????
Love and appreciation. Looking through the eyes of love, I can see love and beauty in every one and in all of creation! Hopefully to lift someone's spirit! Blessed! God is good!
Amargi
Amargi,which literally translates to"return to the mother" is the first written word for freedom.king Urukagina was the first ever to use it in recorded history, sometime mid to late 3rd millennium B.C.
Writing Visions
Reading all the awesome poetry here from such talented poets just sparked me to write about writing visions which poets do! All the visions I read, see and feel here are truly a gift!
Sea
I just wrote it as I was inspired one day sitting down on the banks of hook lite house looking out at the sea and its wildness and beauty.
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
trully beautifull
standing out and being yourself regardless of other peoples expectations
out and about
an amazing winter's saturday.........
Clothiers
I will wear the genius of clouds. My feet will go where feet are flesh & bone. Free, like breath, I will shift, I will float, I will flow beyond the regulations of nations. I will wear melodies of the oceans, whales, percussion of wa
The Poet
I am just reveling in my Libra mystique and mystery!
Victory
Winning a game in any sport boosts the confidence and self-belief. Chess is no different.
Traveller
Fearless artist from beyond I want to die No longer in this darkness I want to lie. Stir a ripple with your hand Rinse your drawing from your sand. Decorate the canvas with your soft strokes They are sleeping Can’t you hear that some are wee
About Writing
Autobiographical....
THE SIGNS OF GROWING OLD
This poem is about growing old...I wrote it as an encouragement to all who think that growing old is a bad thing. But what they don't realize is that every year that God allow us to see, Even with the aches and pain which we have to endure, it is yet a blessing! At the time I wrote this poem, I was feeling blessed!
A Chess Tournament
Silence descends,you could hear a pin drop, the tournament commences, all minds focused, thinking non stop. Two hundred competitors, all wanting to win, deserving of luck for the effort put in. The set, board and clock are the tools of the trad
Why play chess?
To promote chess in schools.