I.
Stone etched
clay impressed
pencil or pen
what lives so bold
from caves
sacred ceilings
revealing
some part untold
demands sharing
II.
The weave
slender paths of light
beneath passions petals
unfolds love’s goddess
breathing upon the heart
the greatest part
love’s demand to be shared
above the coital cries
III.
Call it altruism
the movement
in particles’ dance
against entropy’s catastrophe
Love demands art
Art craves to be shared
Eros, Kama, Freya
shadows of cultures betrayal
Husband and wife
the ultimate sacred rite
first displayed
2:49 PM
08/15/08
Alexandria, VA
In a list
A contest entry
- Goddess of Love by Heavenly Angel.
575 points, ended August 18, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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A Beautiful Write!!
Well Tom this sure deserves to be with the winners. A lovely write and a pleasure to read this afternoon. I love the form. You take care. Hiugs and Smiles.
Blessings, Sandy
CONGRATULATIONS ON THE SILVER
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Thanks. I wrote it as one piece and realized as I was editing and rewriting that it flowed better and worked better as little vignettes. Often, I have found that I write about a subject in this way, looking at it from different perspectives.
Love, Tom B.
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Wow!
A fine sharing is this piece! Wow!
I'm amazed
Thank you so very much for sharing this!
I have to agree; love IS an art and blessed are those who are the artists
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Glad you enjoyed. Wanted to create a little something different. Get ther reader to stop and relook at love and at themselves.
Love, Tom B.
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the one part that screams to me is: "Love demands art"
How beautiful and true. Love can be seen as art, a work in progress to perfection. I love this poem. Very fitting for the contest... and winner material I must say so myself!
You flowed perfectly with this theme and really took me there with the ending!
I love you. Best of luck in the contest!
Mel
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This is just the dance between the soul and the God head within each being and how we reach out to be shared. Is it not true that we each seek more than to just be needed we wish to be a need. In the making and creation of each of us, we should realize that we are a need of God's.
Love, Tom B.
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Waht we have lsot, they ahve kept. What we have elarned, they ahve no need for. The nuances of body, and soultalk, are known to happen int he animal world. We have come so far from our spiritual creation, that we have had to make do. Does that make sense?
When art became words, when mvoements and gestures became such refined language, I think, is where we got into trouble. As in Buddhusm..one should stare at a grain of rice until one knows it. Being absolutely present, according to Eckhart, is to be in the absolute spiritual moment. Now what does that say of us, as poets? I think we are to use this gift of language for spiritual purposes. If not so, why then do we pick up stick or stone and try to create art all over, as in those first markings?
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Creation is an act of the now. It can't be in the past for the past is done. It can't be in the future for that does not exist. God is totally in the present. When we are present to the present we walk shoulder to shoulder with God and miracles spring forth. (One of my epiphinies. It says everything for me. I know it may say little or nothing for others because it is my epiphiny -- no one elses. Except when it is.
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Our need to share our love, create from our experience for others differentiates us in many ways. It is all spiritual. It all creates value. Even the darkest poet, the most suicidal is creating value and you can reach them in that place if you can see what the value is. For me this is part of my Quaker teaching of that of God in all people, focus upon it and speak to it.
Our humanity is not just in our fratalities, but -- also -- in how we touch each other. I know you know this. No matter the path and the language we use to describe it -- if it leads to what is good and right -- it all becomes the same path in the end.
Love, Tom B.
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A study of humanity, huh? I don't know. lol Sounds more like our roots with the parts about the cave drawings and art in general. I really liked the open feel to this one. And the semi-abstract nature that let us interept it with out having to be led by the nose. Yet another one of your pretty poems. Thanks for showing me the way here.
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Yes, for me alot of what drove this is my fascination with what separates homo sapiens from other animals. Is it art or the need to share our love ? Perhaps, both. I played with this idea in this poem. Thanks for stopping by and enjoying my simple efforts.
Love,
Tom B.
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I love this:
the greatest part
love’s demand to be shared
above the coital cries
Also:
Love demands art
A beautiful poem. Your well never runs dry. I envy that.
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I think it is art, the need to communicate all the passion contained in it is what makes humans so unique. Thanks for enjoying my attempts.
Love, Tom B.
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I have been with Raymond for 37 years. I knew he'd be my mate two years before he said; "you gotta be my wife" and forced a ring on my finger that it took almost a week to get off, so it could be resized. LOL
The goddess would be lonely without a god to share love with her in their sacred chamber.
"Husband and wife
the ultimate sacred rite
first displayed"
I agree with all of my heart. I am humbled and most grateful to have the husband that I have, and believe it or not, my dad picked him out for me. If I had had my way, I would be a widow now because the man I thought was right for me died 15 years ago. He is who I would have chosen in my time of youthful infatuation.
This work of yours makes me think on many tiers. It is a mystical work that penetrates the here and now. Your writings always make me sigh after reading. That has yet to be altered.
Wondrous work! I wish you the best in the challenge.
Always ♥
Renee
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I look at the nature of human and so much of us is like any other animal. I see behavior in animals that duplicate the responses to abuse and caring. I keep asking myself what makes us different. This poem is perhaps my first attempt at capturing that difference.
Yes, we mate. But most of all, we have to share our experience with others. Love shows up in the sharing. Call it a celebration, call it veneration -- to me it is the welling up of art. That is why I see the rite of matrimony the first primary rite. All things, come back to this central feature of human existence.
Thanks for taking the time to look so deeply at my simple words.
Love,
Tom B.
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Love demands art
Art craves to be shared
Eros, Kama, Freya
shadows of cultures betrayal
I loved this write so much, I want to see the rest of the contest entries.
There's much that speaks loud and clear, but one thing one thing one single word buzzes: Altruism.
I just finished the Virtue of Selfishness, by Any Rand, where she spends half the book telling her readers how terrible it is to put others needs ahead of yourself.
Altruism is bad-Selfishness good.
I don't agree.
I think my Higher Power created me to do unto others, and to help where Im needed.
Sorry, there I g
Wonderful again, jin
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Read my reply to Cheryl and understand, I truly believe that we are better for our willingness to be together. We are stronger for our desire to improve not just one home, but all homes. We can be extreme, controlling, petty, and a whole long list of self serving sins, but we have so great an upside in the human part of being and need to realize the we must continue to grow and continue to share.
Love, Tom B.
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Your wife deserves the adulation, for everything I know she has seen you through with these past months, it sometimes opens our eyes to how much is done without fuss and is just there because they love you. Love, C
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This was supposed to be about a love goddess. I began to think about how love and our need to share it makes us different from all other animals. Then, on top of all of this, I saw how art is truly what makes us unique. The poem wrote itself.
My wife is a gift. She has to be. This whole six months of eye problems, eye drops, debilitating drugs, job lost, me pretty close to useless. She is up for saint hood in my book. I am a fortunate man.
Love, Tom B.
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