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The Wilderness in a Warrior

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These fragile, fertile bones
murmur melodies & memories,

lost in subtle moments
fraught with flirtations of flesh

& slow songs of sinew.


I name thee Scribe ~


for all eyes must embrace
the depths & dimensions
of forestry
wild

within these golden, glittering pieces
of a man
who wields a perfect pen


as miracles try
to imitate life...


















 

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Inspired by Just Rob's poem, "Inspired by a Title"

www.allpoetry.com/poem/4485927






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  • Danny Beatty gold member
    February 27

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    I think you got some cool friends, darlin' ... and I think this poem is ...


  • Nicolette gold member
    August 12, 2008

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    Although I have already commented on this poem I'm happy that you chose it to enter in my competition. Once again you impress with the way you give poetic gifts and recognition to fellow poets, and of course the way you apply poetic device, especially alliteration. This is just fine fine poetry, Vlindertjie. Thank you for this entry.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Heart Sutra
    August 9, 2008

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    You are a great spirit Wanda and your wise beauty shows through this poem...


  • just rob gold member
    August 7, 2008

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    If only,

    i deserved such. Those last lines reverberate so.
    Funny, the more I HAVE to say, the smaller i get,
    the more full, wealthy with questions, relieved of the crushing weight of answers.

    Today, I watched a bullfrog for my lunch. Astride a lilly-pad, in thirty minutes of our interpretation of time, the sum of his actions were twenty blinks and a yawn. I wanted to learn his philosophy, his dogma, hear his thoughts on what happens when that container seeks re-cycling. If i could find contentment with that little acclaim or effort, i may find where opposing lines make the circle the moon sings of.

    Failing that, i write my wee urgings, my pleas to invisible lemmings to turn back from the cliff of odd social expectations of war and belongings to just stop, graze, and breathe.

    Never mind heaven, the crick in the back yard will do.

    Thank you, Sweet-Pea, you write me not as i am, but as i would be.


    • Night Hope gold member
      February 27
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      Sweetness...After yesterday, I could pull up every single "tribute" poem I've done for you thus far (& all those future ones I'm sure to do, as well) & not a damned one of 'em would be good enough. None of 'em ever will be. So there, sayeth Sweet Pea, the rebel Liberryan. I love you dearly, you wunnerful Scribe & Gentle Man. Thank you for the flute. That soothed my very soul when I thought I was long past soothing, my Forever Friend. I told Danni what I told you, too. We need to come see you guys up north. You two need to bind & gag my ass, if necessary, & just play your flutes around me for awhile. Who the hell needs "modern medicine" with THAT around??? Not me. Sighhh...You know, I didn't have one single migraine, the whole time he was here, for a WEEK??? After having them constantly since October??? Whoaaa. That's some powerful medicine, that Love stuff is. Empathy, caring & compassion, too.
      By the way, Darlin'...I told ya it was Danni's suggestion to call ya & ask ya if you'd "give me away", even though I told him I'd "already surrendered"... (Which I thought, "Ohhh, damn. I done went & ruint his chase, din't I? Now when he gets here, I'll have to act all demure & hard to get. DAMMNIT." Welllllllllll...the REASON I wanted to ask ya...& I told Danni this last night...& yeahhh, he laughed his ass off until he cried...is 'cause of this: ya know that funky lil' contemporary sayin' we gots among us now, "Who's yer Daddy?"

      Welllllllllllllll....ummm...

      I love you so much, you upstanding, solid, productive citizen of the world, YOU. Yup. The liberryan & the biker. Who'da thunk it??? You be one of the berry, berry few BESTEST human BEANS I've EVER KNOWED in my entire lifespan, Mr. Ganson. I am delectably delighted & throughly pleased, entirely honored to call you my Friend...& to KNOW, without a doubt in my ever-so-insecure poetic bones, that yes, indeed & IN DEED...I am YOUR FRIEND, TOO.

      Thank you for everything you've ever done, Rob. You just don't know, Scribe. I don't think I could begin to tell ya, either. JUST FOR ME ALONE...that's not even countin' the rest of the world. WE NEED YOU AMONG US. AND YOUR FLUTE, TOO. Sweet Pea, the BE~TRO~THED Swan... Sighhh... (I've never used that word before. It felt so good on my tongue...& on my fingers...) ♥





    • Night Hope gold member
      August 7, 2008
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      Awww, Darlin'...I write you as you ARE, to everyone except yourself, apparently. But of course, humility in a writer IS prerequisite. After all, we didn't make the ingredients for the bread, we merely baked 'em awhile. The scent doesn't belong to us, either...yet, we choose to share it with those who hunger. You, my beloved Friend, are far more worthy & have much more impact than you may ever realize, on this side of the veil. You know I love ya, Sweetness. Jus' cain't hep mahsef. Sweet Pea


      • Danny Beatty gold member
        February 27
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        I like what you write here, but I don't have any humility about my writin'

        .... xxxxxxxxxxx you got some really cool frenz, my Swan xx


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    August 5, 2008

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    Stunning beautiful writing..... to know his writing is to know true poetry....a warrior of words has the warrior within in order to be so. I agree wholeheartedly! Bravo!!!!!


  • MJ Donnelly gold member
    August 5, 2008

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    Beautiful, and I loved the alliteration throughout, very effective.
    A most apt and fitting tribute penned in your most unique and
    enviable style.


    With much love,
    mj.


  • Nicolette gold member
    August 5, 2008
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    "of a man
    who wields a perfect pen"

    I'll call him Scribe too - and add you there with him, Vlindertjie. Both of you are such an inspiration, such natural poets. Rob will love this poem, my friend.....and the fragrance will stay in your hand.



    ~ Nicolette


  • poeticweaver gold member
    August 4, 2008

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    Excellent Write!

    Thanks for sharing sweet soul!

    Peace, Timothy


  • stoneage silver member
    August 4, 2008

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    For a man with a perfect pen, we have to go all the way back to Krishna,
    and he was a womb, not gay, just what you would expect from a god that makes sense!
    Nature is not he or she, simply serene and indifferent.
    There is your beauty,
    kids smoking pot
    gay fellows trouncing around
    me fishing in the creek
    Those trees live far above man.
    I lay on my back and enjoy the smell of pot,
    I see the men prancing like deer
    and I wish for a fish.
    Life is a man’s game
    Nature is the sage
    that floats in a thin film
    above the nettles.


  • MuddyKing
    August 4, 2008

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    you hit Rob on the head with this one...he's one of the best nature writers besides Emerson, that I've read..and when I say nature I don't mean trees and wild...I mean nature of man
    He gonna love it girl
    like his bro. Mudd does
    peace and hugs
    muddy

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