there is nothing that should
make you want to begin to write
like a poet, to descend into the
the mind of a poet
there are images down there
on the bottom of the world
that don't jive they dive
poets take leave of history as we
don't know it, enter into deep
undergrounds, into abandoned
amusement parks, wander
the wastelands, looking for who
knows what
you should never even entertain
the thought, unless you are willing
to give up all your ideas about
what poetry should be
being able to rub two words together
and even be clever, is only part of the
picture, poetry is not just a word
or some words , it is the road you go
down, it is the rain of ink that covers
your thoughts with language
that only a crow would understand
it is the language of language
hidden in the leaves of words
in the trees of the milky way
it is German mystics trying to show us
the real nature of the creator
a voice comfortable on earth
it is the surrealists that gathered in France
to create a movement of artists and poets
these artists and poets were all their own
person, but they got together to explore
unusual associations of dream and reality
this is what linked these explorers
was a need to find the common sense
of the human condition, being absolutely
modern like
but don't go down that road unless you go
poetry might take you down strange roads
you might meet Buddha along the way
or a crazy old monk with his bowl
and some poems he carries in a pouch
and everything he says is metaphor
or you might meet Jesus dumpster surfing
but how can that be wasn't he suppose
to come back and save us
why did we believe that, because it was written
in a book that was translated umpteen times
well at least he came back, even if he is homeless
poetry
Re: poetry
homeless poets on shaky ground......
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: poetry
wow! so many great lines
woven together with passion
resulting in a Hopi blanket
to wrap around the stillness
of a chilled imagination
seeking to thaw while caressing
the neck of the bottle of tequila
well done, cmoore. gracias for the ride.
woven together with passion
resulting in a Hopi blanket
to wrap around the stillness
of a chilled imagination
seeking to thaw while caressing
the neck of the bottle of tequila
well done, cmoore. gracias for the ride.
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Re: poetry
Bringing up issues in a poem is always shaky....
but it always allows for some kind of perspective.
but it always allows for some kind of perspective.
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