Submissions by marcella1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been at it for a long time and like e.e. cummings in his painting and poetry I cannot tell a good one from an inadequate one. I'm constantly confused, with makes my clarity so certain. My favorate motto:
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 5:47am
16th Oct 2013 5:47am
Who?
Think of freedom
from habit, heedlessness,
not being drawn toward
triviality. Freedom makes
us attentive: being aware
of who we really are, what
our relationships with other
people are, where we really
stand, what life is all about.
We are not the imaginary person
we think we are. Often we are
struggling with the person we
carry around with us, not us.
We are standing on our heads,
while all the time we are really real.
from habit, heedlessness,
not being drawn toward
triviality. Freedom makes
us attentive: being aware
of who we really are, what
our relationships with other
people are, where we really
stand, what life is all about.
We are not the imaginary person
we think we are. Often we are
struggling with the person we
carry around with us, not us.
We are standing on our heads,
while all the time we are really real.
700 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 5:25am
16th Oct 2013 5:25am
Transformation
You have transformed
all of me I never feel,
sense me, only you how
suddenly, quickly you
lovingly accomplished
this: you have made my
life stand still with
purpose, integrity you
appear deeper more straight
down into my consciousness:
like a rose window in a cathedral.
I'm amazed at the
mystery of you.
all of me I never feel,
sense me, only you how
suddenly, quickly you
lovingly accomplished
this: you have made my
life stand still with
purpose, integrity you
appear deeper more straight
down into my consciousness:
like a rose window in a cathedral.
I'm amazed at the
mystery of you.
655 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 3:07pm
12th Oct 2013 3:07pm
Imagination
Let me have
fun with the
imaginative possibility
of only you you may have
to teach me that there is
no harm in imagination imaging
visualizing I am not just turned
to stone but: a soft dawn of
rose and song who is you.
fun with the
imaginative possibility
of only you you may have
to teach me that there is
no harm in imagination imaging
visualizing I am not just turned
to stone but: a soft dawn of
rose and song who is you.
589 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 2:50pm
12th Oct 2013 2:50pm
Consciousness
We are here
to deepen our
consciousness to
open up our capacity
to understand to reveal
what is real. Just doing
many things all day through
never satisfies you. What
is truly moving you? Perhaps
you want to be free: freedom
for what? Freedom from what?
Freedom to do what you really
want in the depth of your heart
that is never ever illusion:
it is always loving love.
to deepen our
consciousness to
open up our capacity
to understand to reveal
what is real. Just doing
many things all day through
never satisfies you. What
is truly moving you? Perhaps
you want to be free: freedom
for what? Freedom from what?
Freedom to do what you really
want in the depth of your heart
that is never ever illusion:
it is always loving love.
637 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 2:38am
11th Oct 2013 2:38am
Hold On
Fuck "um." Who?
You can't "keep" anybody.
The person is not a possession.
Try something like: "You are free."
You can't "keep" anybody.
The person is not a possession.
Try something like: "You are free."
555 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 2:30am
11th Oct 2013 2:30am
Now, Now, Now
Now I can read without looking
because I started something
and can't seem to forget
entangled in a closet door
I evaporate like a yellow
ribbon found in circus dust
like the winter that raised
and razed me but you were
continually warm: with all
those hugs and kisses at the
bottom: how could I ever be
alarmed?
because I started something
and can't seem to forget
entangled in a closet door
I evaporate like a yellow
ribbon found in circus dust
like the winter that raised
and razed me but you were
continually warm: with all
those hugs and kisses at the
bottom: how could I ever be
alarmed?
576 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 6:39am
9th Oct 2013 6:39am
Killing
Your echo, which
got my attention,
seemed unintentional.
My connection to you
even undoes your consolation:
you are a form of coherence
behind your various, many
voices.
These galaxy of verses,
who is you, we discovered
under a shade-tree. It
is like you killing me
aiming at someone else.
got my attention,
seemed unintentional.
My connection to you
even undoes your consolation:
you are a form of coherence
behind your various, many
voices.
These galaxy of verses,
who is you, we discovered
under a shade-tree. It
is like you killing me
aiming at someone else.
685 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 6:32am
9th Oct 2013 6:32am
The Freedom
To be free
is not to
be compulsive:
be nasty so
you can be free
to be nice, because
you really want to.
If you cannot allow
yourself to eat a whole,
full meal, go "stuff"
yourself a few times
just to know you can:
then you will be free to
eat adequately.
We do not know how
powerful non-freedom is.
is not to
be compulsive:
be nasty so
you can be free
to be nice, because
you really want to.
If you cannot allow
yourself to eat a whole,
full meal, go "stuff"
yourself a few times
just to know you can:
then you will be free to
eat adequately.
We do not know how
powerful non-freedom is.
629 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 00:57am
5th Oct 2013 00:57am
Did She Die?
Move around. Do
not merely be
passive. Being
free makes us
ready to die. No
unfinished business.
Are you ready to die?
Step forward freely
for this personal call.
It may even be a yell.
not merely be
passive. Being
free makes us
ready to die. No
unfinished business.
Are you ready to die?
Step forward freely
for this personal call.
It may even be a yell.
702 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 00:52am
5th Oct 2013 00:52am
Remember
Was all we did together
an error? A sequence of
misapprehensions? All that
remains is your persistent
memory, even if it is the
memory of one person's
disillusionment.
Hopefully this is not a
lasting mode.
an error? A sequence of
misapprehensions? All that
remains is your persistent
memory, even if it is the
memory of one person's
disillusionment.
Hopefully this is not a
lasting mode.
639 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 7:35pm
27th Sep 2013 7:35pm
The Cause
This is a world
of noble causes
my silently open
eyes can see perceive
the complex effects
affects of your lips
red fascinating sensual
upon mine: if history
repeats itself this
moment can't.
of noble causes
my silently open
eyes can see perceive
the complex effects
affects of your lips
red fascinating sensual
upon mine: if history
repeats itself this
moment can't.
775 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 9:54pm
26th Sep 2013 9:54pm
To Be
Convention hesitation
almost phenomenological
description: your hand
in mine your lips smile
that is all there is that
is all there should be even
though all other learning
is a preparation: there
must be solitude in love.
almost phenomenological
description: your hand
in mine your lips smile
that is all there is that
is all there should be even
though all other learning
is a preparation: there
must be solitude in love.
662 reads
3 Comments
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