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All this Poetry
I knew one day these poems
would become lines on my face.
They will live, stand up proudly;
Experience forming impromptu plays
that function and entertain.
Because they have their own lives
that do not revolve around you or me.
You will never be the tall height
of building in your own poem.
You will always be the roadie
altering scenery between sets,
the stagehand pushing amps
or a back stage pass.
Listen, You only want to be God
in the dream that manifests.
How quickly they shape shift
through the narrow passage
between heaven and earth.
Archangels dangling from clouds
or Daughters of men
standing tippy-toed upon the earth;
reaching for the middle ground
of a Peaceful Being.
This time I'm leaving ample space
to mend an imbalance of Divine Love
pierced by a human pinion of pride.
I'm in the forest, tracking the scent
of Truth deep stretched across
the basin in an imperfect symmetry
Before the lines on my face explode
in Death
from the meaning of all this Poetry.
~
would become lines on my face.
They will live, stand up proudly;
Experience forming impromptu plays
that function and entertain.
Because they have their own lives
that do not revolve around you or me.
You will never be the tall height
of building in your own poem.
You will always be the roadie
altering scenery between sets,
the stagehand pushing amps
or a back stage pass.
Listen, You only want to be God
in the dream that manifests.
How quickly they shape shift
through the narrow passage
between heaven and earth.
Archangels dangling from clouds
or Daughters of men
standing tippy-toed upon the earth;
reaching for the middle ground
of a Peaceful Being.
This time I'm leaving ample space
to mend an imbalance of Divine Love
pierced by a human pinion of pride.
I'm in the forest, tracking the scent
of Truth deep stretched across
the basin in an imperfect symmetry
Before the lines on my face explode
in Death
from the meaning of all this Poetry.
~
Published 10th Apr 2017
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10th Apr 2017 3:05am
10th Apr 2017 3:35am
Anonymous
10th Apr 2017 6:29am
What good is poetry
if it doesn`t leave something behind?
Such an outstanding piece
of poetic memorabilia, Lady Ahavati ...
in awe, as always ... ;)
10th Apr 2017 2:59pm
10th Apr 2017 11:33am
10th Apr 2017 3:00pm
Well I Love classics so can die happy now! LOL! Thank you, Poetik One, for your words and RL honor. 🙏
Anonymous
10th Apr 2017 2:37pm
An otherwise beautifully brilliant poem, I wish to make some minor suggestions:
"Listen, You don't want to be God
in the poem,
but the dream that manifests."
Because you already mentioned "in your own poem" a few stanzas prior
"Listen, You only want to be God
in the dream that manifests."
~~~~~
"How quickly they shape shift
through the narrow passage
between heaven and earth;" <- end it this way so that this stanza ties directly into the next
"Listen, You don't want to be God
in the poem,
but the dream that manifests."
Because you already mentioned "in your own poem" a few stanzas prior
"Listen, You only want to be God
in the dream that manifests."
~~~~~
"How quickly they shape shift
through the narrow passage
between heaven and earth;" <- end it this way so that this stanza ties directly into the next
Poifect! I couldn't put my finger on what was niggling me about that stanza. I reworded it a few times, but wasn't really satisfied with how it read.
And the semi is a great suggest. So let it be written, so let it be edited! 📝❤
And the semi is a great suggest. So let it be written, so let it be edited! 📝❤
10th Apr 2017 4:55pm
I love this poem but my favourite lines are:
"Because they have their own lives
that do not revolve around you or me"
Written words live beyond us. And I hope, have meaning for the reader that may be beyond our own.
"Because they have their own lives
that do not revolve around you or me"
Written words live beyond us. And I hope, have meaning for the reader that may be beyond our own.
10th Apr 2017 5:19pm
think when it comes to my own poems
perhaps one in a thousand will survive
by using its wits, whilst the rest will all
be lost, in other
words... :)
perhaps one in a thousand will survive
by using its wits, whilst the rest will all
be lost, in other
words... :)
10th Apr 2017 6:38pm
The way poetry transforms into its own being,
born of us, yet surely it will outlive and be reborn
each time another pair of eyes touches upon the words.
Really enjoyed this one, Ahavati, brilliant words...
born of us, yet surely it will outlive and be reborn
each time another pair of eyes touches upon the words.
Really enjoyed this one, Ahavati, brilliant words...
Anonymous
10th Apr 2017 8:10pm
had me sucked in at those first two lines, miss vati... purging in writing is a bit like giving birth, it's part of you and also an entity unto itself.
lawd you got me thinking at 9pm when i was sure my brain had turned to mush
just really loved this one
lawd you got me thinking at 9pm when i was sure my brain had turned to mush
just really loved this one
10th Apr 2017 8:32pm
10th Apr 2017 9:38pm
I love your metaphor about being the tool of the artistic process. The hand that holds the pen. I often feel that my writes do not come from me so much as through me. The contrast being that everything I am ends up on the page, bleeds from the tip of the quill. I wouldn't have it any other way. Awesome close and tie together. Love the part about Archangel's dangling from clouds as well. Reminds me of the reaching fingers on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel. They say so much about what we are here to achieve. Great work.
11th Apr 2017 2:23am
This is a very philosophical look at life/poetry, I think, meaning they seem interchangeable, the picture illustrates well the multitude of things to be considered, even if they're ones own poems, they still seem to represent many lives, each a facet of the life within oneself.... it's very insightful...
11th Apr 2017 3:17am
Hey guys thank you all so much for your support! I apologize profusely for falling into the flood waters of poetry so deeply I haven't had time to barely breathe today, and thus not properly respond to each if your comments in the way they deserve.
Please be patient with me and I promise I'll catch up with all your posts and comments!
Please be patient with me and I promise I'll catch up with all your posts and comments!
11th Apr 2017 12:14pm
Another excellence in reflection
The problem of so many fans.......
I'm glad
I don't have such a problem.
Make it easier to slip away, little noticed.
(And
slipping away
Iyam)
The problem of so many fans.......
I'm glad
I don't have such a problem.
Make it easier to slip away, little noticed.
(And
slipping away
Iyam)
