I found you in the last shadows
stars created along the edge
where my heart begins. Long after
camp fire gypsies strummed guitars
serenaded the dance of moonlight
upon singing ruby lips; while gulls slept,
veils were cast across atolls and fishes
leapt like rice across a path of promise.
The fisherman mended his nets
counting the holes where dreams escaped.
Wishes rode shooting stars. Visions
stole into memories stirred lifetimes
spent in jungles with lion’s roars, hoof beats
the hunger of the belly gone to bed empty.
Your heart awoke aching with beauty.
The country of beginnings calling you back
to its children, waking your arms to hold
hope and prayers before the sun sets again.
Civilization is the meanest beast on the block.
Technology : magical promise for what ails the heart.
11:19 PM
06/29/08
Alexandria, VA
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Lots of imagery in this piece. I like the part with the description of civilization. It can be very true about society some days. It's too bad that things can't be like they were in the '60s and '70s when people were protesting for peace. Now it seems like people are too afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
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In many ways I agree though as a Quaker standing in protest is a way of life
I think sometimes we get caught up in a worshipful relationship with our sense of culture and civilization and allow it to rule us instead of serve us. Technology has become its side kick magician and in the hands of politician and business men are often used to make people feel foolish to obstruct its progress even when it is in their best intrest to do so.
Thanks for the bunnies.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Written in the best style of tomis b. Thanks for entering,
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I just let the words be crisp and the images a mixture of madness and light.
Love, Tom B.
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Good stuff!
So balanced. Love "The fisherman mended his nets
counting the holes where dreams escaped."
Thanks for this.
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Thanks. I love that line as well. I think it sums up the first verse beautifully.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Tom,
As always I am so stunned when I read your poetry! Very well done on this one, my favorite lines were as follows:
waking your arms to hold
hope and prayers before the sun sets again
Always keeping the hope and dreams alive makes living worth living, once we lose those two what is there to look forward to in life? You said it so beautifully when you stated that civilization was a mean beast.
Thanks for sharing!
Amadahy Rayne
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What good is all this wonderful technology if it does not allow us to be closeer to one another.
Love, Tom B.
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for within the shadows of ones heart is the place love softly starts, as time and wishes, dreams are lost and voices go unheard.for within the whisper softly sounds what is real...sighs...so many thoughts running through your words
niaish my Master Poet for sharing that wonderful mind with me
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I am glad you found the time to stop by. Your love for my simple verse is always a gift to my heart.
May your days find your heart filled with the beauty abounding.
Love, Tom B.
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Your words are of silk
woven inside of all beauty ever ...
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I am touched and complimented, perhaps more than I deserve. Thanks for enjoying my simple words so much.
Love Tom B.
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"The fisherman mended his nets counting the holes where dreams escaped." Always the poet of hope. Last two lines: Brilliant summation of the words above. Life could be so simple, if only we listen to the sounds of nature and silence. "HOPE" should be your middle name. My thoughts and prayers are always with you in spirit. Your words always so profound!
Linda
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I have just learned to let forgiveness and thanks be a way of life. Go gently forth and find that of the Divine in everyone. Speak to it. Call it forth. Strive to be centered in your own life in the Divine that lives within you.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh, wow. Reading your poetry is like reading from the pages of beauty itself. A most vivid poem, filled to the brim with excellent imagery. Oh, sensational! I'm speechless.
GOOD LUCK!
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Thanks for all the kind words and for taking the time to share your delight. I am but a poetic minsteral trying to learn to play the strings aright.
Love, Tom B.
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I will never find you lost in shadows--only the dappled shades of mind where patterns move, sculpted to your thoughts of beauty. The image of "fishes leap(ing)t like rice across a path of promise," and "a heart borne on the edges of stars" takes me so far from the last two lines of your poem.
With all the technology in the world, we can see so much in space, the nebluae of the stars...new ones being born, the possibilities of impossibilities, but it takes special eyes to see what is born of spirit and to find the love that plants the seeds of creation.
I spoke to a friend yesteday, and he spoke of a wild rose. "You see," he said, "it is created in its entirety, and has everything it needs to bloom, which is it's sole purpose for being. It has roots, stems, leaves, thorns, blossoms, and has been provided with soil, water, & light." He smiled then, old blue eyes full of mirth, knowing that I do not want to be among the thorns. But the thorns of the rose help it to hold the moisture that unfolds its velvet beauty.
"You are given everything you need, too," he said.
Karen
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It takes practice to learn the path of thankfulness and the pleasure in a glass still waiting to be filled. We are dancers in this lifetiime where the human shell is oft to easily damaged and the spirit quiet when it needs to roar. Thanks for the wonderful reveiw.
Love,Tom B.
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Love it so much.
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Thanks dear. This is just one of those poems that asked to be written
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This catches in my throat and if I close my eyes I would see the Baobab tree I sat beneath writing words. The heart is always ajar for the sound of children's laughter and nostrils scent the air just like a lion, to see if anyone was listening. I know you were. Love, C
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I figured the second half was obvious I had to write it twice. The first half just spilled out.
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I understood from the title again..it was simpler back then, hearts were just holding onto something to make the pain ease, you had no notions of anything more than friendship and neither did I excepting the wind made you tangible in space.
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Half the reason for practicing thankfulness is that many things we find we want show up when we are not looking. We have to be available and often ready to surrender. It takes living in the moment and too often, least I know how true this is for me, we are busy discussing something that happened or talking about what we are waiting to happen and never see what is in front of us.
Love, Tom B.
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