Submissions by myamberdog
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2013 10:30pm
29th Jul 2013 10:30pm
Blade of Thought
With the blade of thought
the falcon wounds the wind
Doves scatter like blood drops
Every precious thing our minds touch
lose their whiteness, their purity, there is-ness
at least ax-less
only love’s silken gloves
can touch the cages we have made
and from distance, feed the mouth of freedom
that no longer needs to fly away to eat in peace
the mind is a dangerous chasm
that holds the world hostage
for its own bloody needs
the falcon wounds the wind
Doves scatter like blood drops
Every precious thing our minds touch
lose their whiteness, their purity, there is-ness
at least ax-less
only love’s silken gloves
can touch the cages we have made
and from distance, feed the mouth of freedom
that no longer needs to fly away to eat in peace
the mind is a dangerous chasm
that holds the world hostage
for its own bloody needs
504 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 9:48pm
25th Jul 2013 9:48pm
Grave of Dust
Last month
I buried meditation
in a shallow grave of dust
on top of my bookshelf
Whatever I was searching for
only lasted a page or two
After 38 years of closed eye diving
and cool subtle breathing, I
think I forgot what I was seeking
Whatever it was, or is, or forever will be
was shy enough to elude the looking for it
Impossible to put out the light tonight,
though thoroughly drunk on futility - aren't
the biggest secrets usually found unlocked
and laying right in front of you?
Midnight long passed
and...
I buried meditation
in a shallow grave of dust
on top of my bookshelf
Whatever I was searching for
only lasted a page or two
After 38 years of closed eye diving
and cool subtle breathing, I
think I forgot what I was seeking
Whatever it was, or is, or forever will be
was shy enough to elude the looking for it
Impossible to put out the light tonight,
though thoroughly drunk on futility - aren't
the biggest secrets usually found unlocked
and laying right in front of you?
Midnight long passed
and...
565 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 10:51pm
23rd Jul 2013 10:51pm
Poets are Pleading
Poets are pleading –
Bring the parts together!
Tragedy
Surrender
Ecstasy
Death
All launder the lazy brown eye
but love is the long range lens
that illumines the battlefield
The enemy that lies within
Sneaks out at night
To fight the light
We keep thinking
things are outside of us
or maybe inside of us
but they just are
and we love or
don’t love
the lack of tenderness
we see in ourselves . . .
Bring the parts together!
Tragedy
Surrender
Ecstasy
Death
All launder the lazy brown eye
but love is the long range lens
that illumines the battlefield
The enemy that lies within
Sneaks out at night
To fight the light
We keep thinking
things are outside of us
or maybe inside of us
but they just are
and we love or
don’t love
the lack of tenderness
we see in ourselves . . .
461 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 10:27pm
20th Jul 2013 10:27pm
Every Vote Counts
What?
No political elation?
No, slammin’ vowels
and consonants together
to celebrate this election?
A winners pride stops counting the favored balance
as compassion peers out to measure the self-licking loser
Look
we’ve got to forget
all the hard sharp lines
and start playing catch with
water balloons and awkward smiles,
pull our hands out of our selves
and reach for the honest good of others
No political elation?
No, slammin’ vowels
and consonants together
to celebrate this election?
A winners pride stops counting the favored balance
as compassion peers out to measure the self-licking loser
Look
we’ve got to forget
all the hard sharp lines
and start playing catch with
water balloons and awkward smiles,
pull our hands out of our selves
and reach for the honest good of others
567 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 6:57pm
19th Jul 2013 6:57pm
Together Apart
When I wake up
there’s this pulling together,
a sense of gathering the pieces
of me
A dawn walk sparkles
because I am not yet all there
As I fully possess myself
the day becomes
the hunt for what’s missing
Sleep breaks down camp
and awakening starts
the coffee-making all over again
Hmmm . . . . must have something
to do with
the “I” in illusion
coming and going
dancing along daylight ridges
and losing itself among the stars
at night
I must be double dreaming –
so I have to rub...
there’s this pulling together,
a sense of gathering the pieces
of me
A dawn walk sparkles
because I am not yet all there
As I fully possess myself
the day becomes
the hunt for what’s missing
Sleep breaks down camp
and awakening starts
the coffee-making all over again
Hmmm . . . . must have something
to do with
the “I” in illusion
coming and going
dancing along daylight ridges
and losing itself among the stars
at night
I must be double dreaming –
so I have to rub...
617 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 7:21pm
18th Jul 2013 7:21pm
80 year old Raisin
Most 80 year-olds don’t do drugs
A raisin is no better than a grape
Is there really a purpose to life?
A raisin is no better than a grape
Is there really a purpose to life?
620 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2013 9:45pm
17th Jul 2013 9:45pm
Foul Play
font=Tahoma,Geneva]When I die
go straight into my heart
to perform your autopsy
If it is not found to be
exhausted, riddled
with bruises or even burst
there should be an investigation
Suspect
foul play
if love
did not kill me
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go straight into my heart
to perform your autopsy
If it is not found to be
exhausted, riddled
with bruises or even burst
there should be an investigation
Suspect
foul play
if love
did not kill me
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555 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 9:28pm
16th Jul 2013 9:28pm
Is it just me?
Kindness by strangers
always makes something strange happen:
it knocks the shoes off my day
always makes something strange happen:
it knocks the shoes off my day
534 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2013 10:37pm
15th Jul 2013 10:37pm
Flawless Hell
Ideals are as arbitrary
as fashion, and
perfection sports the most un-affordable,
unattainable attire most desire
If it is the manikin in the window we idolize
then imperfection is the dummy in our heads
But I say save your money
Why pay more for accidental forgings
than you would for fine craftsmanship
when they are one in the same?
I pray that the last day
my eye bears witness to forgivness
splendor will be encrusted
in all the tattered beautiful garments we wear
and that flawless hell
will flee naked,...
as fashion, and
perfection sports the most un-affordable,
unattainable attire most desire
If it is the manikin in the window we idolize
then imperfection is the dummy in our heads
But I say save your money
Why pay more for accidental forgings
than you would for fine craftsmanship
when they are one in the same?
I pray that the last day
my eye bears witness to forgivness
splendor will be encrusted
in all the tattered beautiful garments we wear
and that flawless hell
will flee naked,...
505 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 9:12pm
14th Jul 2013 9:12pm
My Sometimes Craving
Often, it feels like my life
is a deeply hollowed gourd
and so the sometimes craving
to leave the mouth of that world
and breathe . . .
is a deeply hollowed gourd
and so the sometimes craving
to leave the mouth of that world
and breathe . . .
539 reads
1 Comment
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