Mishelle Posted October 7, 2013 Share Posted October 7, 2013 I haven't noticed a Topic where we might informally share our more artistic ventures, so I thought I'd start one. The world is influenced through the arts and creativity is a marvelous motivator. Does anyone have any music, art, writing on all topic life, love, philosophy? Dare to Share! I will lead by example. If it touches you, hurrah, if not, know I'll keep doing it anyway Our Dogwood Trail Beneath a canopy of jade I walk the path Guided by instinct I quack with the ducks I watch the fawns They watch me watching The eagles come with their demands of flesh I wave them away and bang my drums Like a woodpecker I tap out my territory I howl through the night and crow through the day I never dream that time will pass away Beneath a canopy of emerald I walk the path Guided by intention I am the salmon against the current Destiny depends on me The bear on shore hasn’t got a chance I swerve to the side The fool in the Fiat will be the one today Not the threat of a viper’s pit would stop me Mastery morphs into flow The muse comes and goes and comes again But the story never ends Beneath a canopy of amber I walk the path Guided by knowledge I still burn the hours in quest with the ferocity of a lioness I gracefully hold the jackals at bay Having learned to surf the current like a butterfly I feel the air shift as the breeze sweeps from the North The pine needles crushed beneath my feet A jay bolts down and startles me He screeches and when I look back cross-eyed and yell “I do not understand!” he only screeches again and flies away Beneath a canopy of blue I walk the path Guided by faith I confront the turkeys with hardly a squawk My mere presence sends them scattering I laugh as they squabble together Circling then in their warrior’s dance I laugh again If only they could see the sky like I If only they could follow the forms of light that skip between the clouds Like glitter spinning through space and time Particles of fairies or ghosts or cosmic dust Do they also watch me watching? Beneath a canopy of white I walk the path Guided by wisdom The turkeys have established their pecking order The ducks shake under the fountain The fawns graze absentmindedly right in front of me But the dogs then bark and scare them away I don’t mind though We will live to see one more day Before the light fades and the sky turns gray The stars come out and call me near The chirping of invisible life sonorously surrounds The scent of eucalyptus drifts before the final sound A glow pierces through the shadows and falls across my breast And in a ray of infinite knowing I lie down and beg the light enchant me I pray the stars play for me the greatest mystery of all things They merrily oblige They sing a festive song as I pass along No more mysteries for you now strident one The ducks the fawns the turkeys are all gone The wind whispers your last words in silence To the gods our Dogwood trail moves on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted October 16, 2013 Author Share Posted October 16, 2013 Recently someone posted about the Conspirituality movement, which I find fascinating and have been writing about in my blog without even realizing it's "a movement". My hubby just chimed in, "Don't foget, taking a shit is also a movement." hehe So, I did a general search for the art of this so-called movement. Ok, so what do y'all think? kinda catchy?! LOL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQx5PQ9V9v8 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted October 18, 2013 Author Share Posted October 18, 2013 I think this it what liberty must look like expressed in solo dance! Gorgeous!! http://www.wimp.com/movesmercury/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pepin Posted October 19, 2013 Share Posted October 19, 2013 If only I could dance. Culture todayDisease tomorrow Bigotry eventually I once fell into a comma, and then I took a pause I have a bunch of music here. Unfortunately a lot of songs, some of them being better are not on there due to upload capacities. I think this is probably my best song, though the mixing is pretty poor. Didn't have enough time to do real guitar for a lot of parts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted November 2, 2013 Author Share Posted November 2, 2013 A morning of verse produced this, on love and life and evolution. Anyone who ventures in, am so blessed by you thanks. Self-Inflicted Injury “Living the dream,” he said. The day before he disappeared again. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Don’t attach. Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. Just Stop! Freeze. Frame. Reframe. Refocus. Reframe again. I don’t care about legacy. I don’t care about honesty, integrity, posterity, he said. The good or evil of the future is lost on me. What do you want of me again? A nihilist, an atheist, an amoral cunt, or your last Christmas tree? Me with you again, the recurring self-inflicted injury. “Aren’t you a bit bipolar?” she said, directness her best-only attribute, or pursuit, or some ill-possessed attempt to contribute. Like the call of the season to shift, I beg you back in again, cage on my heart. Keeper of my key. The wind soars, the beat thrills, the sweet taste erupts in me, but I hold back the fruit, the seed crushed, but the eternal eye expansive. You are never really here with me. The fall leaf both eager and apprehensive to descend from the limb. A penetrating chill, as a penetrating ray, at once the last drop of hope will play-- What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. So we swallow the signs and pretend away. The passion fruit’s stem is stiff against all sway. Bracing it all, every rise and fall, the urgent beck and call The coming winter’s day— I must hibernate again, he cries, as he licks the tears from near her eyes. Don’t pine for me, I’m gone to you, as you to me. Out of sight, out of mind. It’s not meant to hurt you love. It’s meant to save me dear. From my deep sea of fear. The longest lasting pain of the seer. Then he disappears again. A long long time coming, but change gonna come. Oh yes it will. Employed again to the call of bees, just feel it. Just say it. If only because, you asked for it that way. Name it as it really is. Cause change gonna come. Oh yes it will. Not real love this right. Just another self-inflicted injury. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbO2_077ixs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted December 20, 2013 Author Share Posted December 20, 2013 Love Tower Past peaceful empty space Darkest silence reigns Parting leaves no trace Yet slaves’ desire stains Calling ourselves free Hooked up tied down Rusty anchors in the sea Far from face or town But to listen if you could The gently swaying breeze Sighs through patient wood In their world you reside You are not here to hear How mad thoughts collide How we’re nowhere clear Risking all just to court Stories that cave or unfold Fusion fantasy of a sort Pushing pulling hot then cold Passion plays to letting go Urges too full to say no Force forget our salted musk As long as the wanton lust Floats on loosely feathered dust As pink billowed clouds at dusk So roll the dice deal the wrath None will know unless they spy If someday truth bless our path When on lies we so rely Players focused on the win Grafting pleasure onto sin With sweet pinch swat or bite Meant to spur not to fight Astride stiff flesh love spreadTwinkle the tip tongue till fed First trickling then flowing Swirling filling dripping On lobes still nipping On lips last drops sipping On grandiose dreams gripping Intending one long hot night Opens velvet morning glory Soft caress at sweet dawn light Licking scented skin to carry The slightest breath singing In the ears familiar ringing Electrified fingertip to toe All we are we now know In us divine connection For what the body craves Force no introspection Angel’s kiss or harlot’s plea An urgent need not to flea Far too long without our rhyme ‘Til the next sent word or sign Precious fleeting north wind’s hour When I feel that you are mine Lost in love’s tainted power Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted December 25, 2013 Author Share Posted December 25, 2013 Ode to Stef Much more than learning the truth teacher brings A sense of hope a call to patience a stern voice Amidst laughter always springs A mind explosion a kind touch a chance a choice A word salad or Mixed metaphor Emphasizing enthusiasm Waiting at the door Naming the next chasm Forced open the window left Closed by the man-god disjoint Virtue’s message far more deft Dark shadows bow to anoint Inspiring the drive to forge ahead Claiming the need to stop And breathe! Insisting fear drop Screaming Bring truth Or leave! Seize a surge of courage the new dance Walk or run or crawl from the trance Brave that slow tear Weep or whisper clear What asks he for the gifts he shares? That the world hear his song Christina A coin and a caller Consistency The skill to tell a Small child Through fun To provide a son a daughter Every single one The treasure of life That knows Isabella What reason and virtue afford Too high for any lord For explorers alone Artists lovers of life Keepers of joy Decipherers of Philosopher’s stone Acquire wisdom as easily a toy What’s real are the dreams that violence kills What’s wrong are the drums that drown out wills Those who work to destroy and enslave Enclose and deprave Enrage and decay The peace that looms so far away What we know still We live for today While shooting for tomorrow Dive deep into that sorrow So truth never stands at bay The strength it takes The resolve and withal To save just say A thousand lives a day More or less It’s just a guess It holds no sway There’s a deeper message here To the teacher I hold so dear Yes to reason let us fold But it’s thanks to you I’ll stand bold. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lians Posted March 12, 2014 Share Posted March 12, 2014 I wanted to bump this lovely thread with something I wrote recently: Fire The shapeless wind was running through the trees, a morning mist obscured his vision. Rushing through he brushed against the leaves, an echo chamber of their falling tears. He can't be stopped by pillars of illusion, for their roots of old are rotting underneath. Behind the wind - a forest fire, threatening to suffocate him with its heat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted March 12, 2014 Author Share Posted March 12, 2014 I like it so much I think it begs to be continued! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lians Posted March 15, 2014 Share Posted March 15, 2014 I like it so much I think it begs to be continued! Thank you! Here's the second part: Rain The sound of crackling echoed through the woods, a soothing lullaby of burning lumber. The fire stretches out his limbs of flame, trying to escape the cage of slumber. Now awake, he'll swallow up the forest, turning it to ash without a strain. From above - a cry of thunder, announcing the arrival of the rain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GRosado Posted March 18, 2014 Share Posted March 18, 2014 Very awesome poems, personally not a big fan of poetry but I will not hesitate to admit that your stuff is awesome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted March 26, 2014 Author Share Posted March 26, 2014 Transition On the bough bent hangs still the mistletoe The only sign of life through the winter blow A spring wind howls daring burst its form For the new growth enter now To cast out all that's torn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted June 28, 2014 Author Share Posted June 28, 2014 It's been a while since I've been here! And I've no idea why all the "the's" are highlighted! Another poem, thanks for reading, it's been too long, for me anyway Slave’s Rising With the winds the heartSinks and swellsKindness comes and goesPatience withersLike lips cracked Woke fight with a startStirred from sleepFalseness cloaked as truthPatience withersLike lips cracked Witnessing armor fallRighteousnessYoung mind’s vanityBlinded by potentialPatience withers Arguing over empathyTraumatizedUnhealed by reasonLove’s violent wounds resistPatience. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RuralRon Posted July 5, 2014 Share Posted July 5, 2014 I've never been one to appreciate poetry. Never paid much attention to it really. I'm more the type to want everything spelled out explicitly. But I can read between the lines and sense the emotion that the poem's words express. Although it isn't a form of communication I gravitate towards, and thus have almost no skills to write, I can at least empathize with what I sense the words try to relate. But it takes much effort, and I probably will miss some of the intended meaning. I'm expressing an incompetence to understand, or possibly to feel the entirety of your poem. The only thing in my experience I can relate to poetic creativity is when I'm in the thrawls of infatuation. Even then I battle to express my emotions and thoughts in rhyme, and if I can't the "poem" will not be complete or shared. I'll bet this perspective arises from a left thinking brain, if I had to attribute the source of it. I sense frustration with the words "patience withers", and it is related to the deep scars of love violated. The bible speaks of the virtues of love, the first in the list is patience. Do I also sense a contradiction? I guess it depends on whether you're expressing feelings about yourself or the one you're frustrated with. That's why I prefer a more explicit form of communication. I hope I haven't added to your frustration. Although I'm wired with a dominant left brain it seems, it's important we try to stretch beyond our comfort zones and extend ourselves into the lives and perspectives of others. Thanks for sharing your poem Mishelle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mishelle Posted July 5, 2014 Author Share Posted July 5, 2014 I am so touched by your reply and your curiosity, dear RR! Thank you so very much for reading and trying to relate and for your honesty and feedback, WOW, just WOW! That alone is more, much more, than what is familiar to me. I'm no poet, and no philosopher, except in the sense that we are all poets and philosophers! Every line has deep meaning for me, but l do not spend enough time ensuring others might join my world-in-the-moment through the poem in order to garner the same meaning. This is not you! I am evolving, and the poems are more a recording of the evolution than something that I expect others to comprehend without more explanation or evaluation. The lines come sometimes without any reasoning whatsoever, and I know they are "right" to the feeling. I could write you 2 pages for each line, but it's my small attempt to "spare the details" for the mood, the rhythm, the tempo, the words themselves. Where the meaning evades you, might you appreciate the thought that went into word choice, number of syllables, alliteration, by chance?! Thank you thank you thank you for reading and replying! I am aflutter! LOL, i don't know if that's a word that I've spelled correctly, only that you know the sentiment behind it! :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RuralRon Posted July 5, 2014 Share Posted July 5, 2014 Where the meaning evades you, might you appreciate the thought that went into word choice, number of syllables, alliteration, by chance?! Well now that I know the definition of alliteration, yes to some degree. But I've never really understood what constitutes poetry. The idea "Music of the Words" comes to mind, but it probably boils down to how my brain processes language. That's probably why I think of poetry in terms of rhymes. Thank you thank you thank you for reading and replying! I am aflutter! LOL, i don't know if that's a word that I've spelled correctly, only that you know the sentiment behind it! :D Kewl! I don't see how that could be more explicit! Nice to know "I've still got it" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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