Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water. The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken. Although its light is wide and great, the moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide. The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in dewdrops on the grass, or even in one drop of water.
- Dogen (1200-1253)
In the Desert,
I saw a creature, naked, bestial
Who, squatting on the ground
held his heart in his hands
And ate of it.
"Is it good, friend?" I asked
"It is bitter- bitter" he replied
"But I like it, because it is bitter
And because it is my heart"
Steven Crane (extract from the Black Riders)
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wordsick on January 12, 2006I read shitty poetry all too often (not excluding my own). You, in fact, have some of the best poetry I've ever read. It's very original and inspiring... thank you.
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J Rhys Davies on December 24, 2005Ben, I'm dropping by to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! I hope all is well with you. Quit being such a stranger.
Be safe if you plan to go out during this time.
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lordoftherings on December 24, 2005I just stopped by today
Hope you are having a wonderful day
That's festive and really gay
Because I would have it no other way
Champagne at midnight...bootie call,
watch out for St. Nick, he ain't that tall
Drink moderately so you don't fall
And if you're quesy--lean against the wall
What started out as a little note
Became a poem the size of a boat
My head is medically afloat
My dog has now turned into a goat
Happy Holidays Gregg
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thus by my lips on November 6, 2005thanks for the advice on my poem (i don't stop by the site enough, so it's been awhile) i made a change to the line you suggested. maybe this is the rhythm it was missing?
nothing fits like your Sunday best
smooth as your smile, perfectly pressed
hiding lies in the white folds of your dress
twirl and spin, you'd die to impress
reply if you are so inclined.
thanks again.
<3JJ
