Life on Ice
A quest for emotional provender
leaves me guided by your North Star
into wilderness unmelcoming
to my hearth loving nature
Fathoming your emotions
a venture akin to ice fishing
even should we crack the surface
there may be no reward
no returning tug on frail lines
deployed into chill waters
Wisdom holds bounty abides below the surface
and by patience might fishing pay the prize
Yet what to you may spell but sport
looms for me as groundless strife
Ice extends a contentious surface
You, insulated by substantial layers
unvoiced emotions your choice swaddle
My garb, as gossamer compares
transparent, ineffectual glacial guard
You have learned to sentinel your fires
securely sheltered from any storm
While I wave candles in open air
daring breezes to breach their flare
So we hazard stranding here on ice
This arctic your favored element, severe
landscape, where resolute men prevail
Hopeful heart still bids me follow north
trusting fervid love shall never fail
Yet precarious any movement now
while there remains but one
unsteady upon ice
poem by Mary Havran
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Surface Calm
Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
of repressed emotions
sleeplessly prowling
within the inner reaches
of the mind’s cave.
Surface calm here holds
attention – geiger
counting the ocean motions
of reactivity, radioactivity
tuned into the wave lengths
of the [he]art’s rave.
Surface calm explodes
upon the calm surface
of a sheet which enfolds
the hidden tiger of.....
25 May 1991 revised? 31 May 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cave Felix - 1313
Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
of repressed emotions
sleeplessly prowling
within the inner reaches
of the mind's cave.
Surface calm here holds
attention - geiger
counting the ocean motions
of reactivity, radioactivity
tuned into the wave lengths
of the (he) art's rave…
Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
of repressed emotions
sleeplessly prowling
within the inner reaches
of the mind's cave…
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Surface Expressions
If I should greet you with a grin
It hardly expresses all that’s within
If I should extend an open hand
It barely tells you where we stand
The surface expressions we select
Are not good mirrors and don’t reflect
So much which beneath the surface lies
One need scratch below for deeper ties
Yet if we think in hardly meeting eyes
We see the truth as known by other guys
We do injustice from the start
To those who keep things close to heart
Or those who have learned by path of pain
To shy from trusting lest be hurt again
To know a heart requires patience taking
Rare a face reveals a heart that’s breaking
poem by Mary Havran
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Fishing
I went fishing, for you
Well more net dipping
Not wanting to upset the balance of nature
I clumsily caught you, fishing.....
Gently I placed you in my ice cream tub
I fed you with images, words and honesty
You ate eagerly, it appeared to please
I studied what I could see and tried to learn it by heart
I put the tub in the water
As I had been taught at home
So you could swim away freely and unharmed
I watched you swim
but by surprise, you swam back
And whilst I smiled the deepest your wish to return
I did not want to tame you all the same
You are not mine to keep
You belong in wider waters
But my ice-cream tub sits below the surface
Dear friend, if you are curious, swim by when ever
I may just, by coincidence walk past and peer in.
poem by Stevie Taite
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If We Could Be Brought
If we could be brought to the surface
like a gleaming fish and served for supper,
if we could eat and swallow our own life
to make a good meal, if we could go fishing
for ourselves and feed on the gleaming
swimmer below the surface of our skin-
the fish that is our slippery life
and death.
poem by David Ignatow
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Your mind is like water in a pond
Observe the water in a pond
Keep it still and particles will sediment to ground
Only then the surface becomes transparent and clear
Our reflections we can view without a blur
When wind blows and creates waves on the surface
Those sediments will be stirred up and make the water opaque
Then the water surface is no longer transparent and clear
And our reflections in it will become just blurs
Our mind is like water in that pond
Only when still and calm it can be clear and strong
If we let external forces disturb our still and calm mind
By those things we will be controlled and beguiled.
poem by Henry Chen
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Fear the Dream
Don't fear the dream, children, as I once did
Don't fear the dream in the stillness of night
Follow that call, given in the darkness
For it will lead you into that bright light
Don't fear the emotions that well within
Don't fear the emotions as the tears fall
Follow your conscience, speaking deep inside
For life with no heart, is no life at all
Don't fear the power that you've been given
Don't fear the power when your moment comes
Follow the Giver who gives you your strength
For there's reason you are who you've become
Don't fear the dream, so bold, as I once did
Don't fear the dream or the visions by night
Follow that call, as given by your King
For reward awaits those who fear, yet fight
And, even when your struggle seems hopeless
And, even when your heart begins to fail
Don't fear the impending evil ahead
For if He is with you, you will prevail
((January 19th,2006))
poem by Danny Speicher
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The Fishing Poem
Fishing in the moonlight or fishing in the sun;
Fishing for the big ones is fun, fun, fun.
Catching the small ones or none at all,
It’s a great sport to get on the ball.
Good luck on your next trip,
And let’s hope you don’t get sick.
poem by William Sawyers
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eroticism, you and I
eroticism is just the surface
the skin where i pierce
and make the necessary
entrance to your
heart to the bone of
my feelings, and if you
allow it
i may find myself
living in there: your heart
my love, our only dwelling.
you must let me pass the surface
so i can get inside
your eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turned Cheeks Still Do Bleed
No evil is equal...
To end a conflict,
With a settlement that is gained.
Turned cheeks still do bleed.
And the pain inflicted...
May swim in a forgiveness.
But emotions are there...
In a memory that feeds.
It's kept inside,
To one day be ignited.
That feeling masquerades and hides...
With silent cries.
Sheltered in denial...
And never subsides.
Pain felt deep...
Seeks the surface to be released.
Like a gas that has to be passed...
It can not be subdued!
It has to pass.
Tattered peace is torn to bits.
Boiling in a pot...
That becomes to hot to lift!
No evil is equal...
To end a conflict,
With a settlement that is gained.
If the seriousness of it...
Has no one attempting,
To put a lid on it!
Turned cheeks still do bleed.
And the pain inflicted...
May swim in a forgiveness.
But emotions are there...
In a memory that feeds.
Pain felt deep...
Seeks the surface to be released.
Like a gas that has to be passed...
It can not be subdued!
It has to passssss,
To destruct and destroy in global chaos!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I love To Go Fishing
I love to go fishing everyday,
To the river or the lake.
Up in the morning without delay,
I go fishing soon as I wake.
Down to the water to wet my line,
My float bobbing up and down.
Fishing in the morning, is just so fine,
Your face will never sport a frown.
A big ole catfish, or a little bluegill,
I just don't give a hoot.
I love the way fishing makes me feel,
To me it's like forbidden fruit.
If I get lucky and get a bite,
Then the day is made.
I'll stick around till early night,
Just snoozing in the shade.
1/20/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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On Display
People were talking the other day that they’re
going to put your love on display.
How can a person be so in love
That they talk about the stars above.
How can you show your heart like an open book
And that with a smile was all it took.
There had to be more to it than a smile?
If you could explain it, then I’ll sit a while.
I said: the heart is a complex thing
And with it emotions it brings
The heart holds all that you may see and feel
And like a fishing pole it has a reel.
The reel can let out or pull in its slack
And once you’re hooked, there’s no turning back.
Like the fish you will fight to be free
But this is part of life s destiny.
The heart holds many things you’ve
Never felt before - sadness, bitterness
Disgust and hate, but the strongest ones
Is hope, love, and faith.
We all have the HOPE that we will
One day meet our soul mate
Before it becomes too late.
Then we find a thing called LOVE
Which was also given to us from above.
This is what hope was giving to you
A soul mate which was pure and true.
Then along came FAITH with its head held high
Looking up to the sky, showing us that with
All three, you could do most anything.
But the strongest of the three is the one
That surrounds you and me.
GOD - LOVED man so much
That he gave up his begotten son.
The key word here as you can see
Is LOVE.
Now as for the question that you asked of me
How can I show my heart like an open book.
When GOD showed his LOVE wasn’t that
An open book?
So how can I not follow his path that leads
The way, to a life of happiness day to day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Why Should I Cry For You?
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of farve
Under the arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the oceans bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must i?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, i loved you in my fashion?
What would be true?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?
song performed by by Sting
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Ballade
By Mystic's banks I held my dream.
(I held my fishing rod as well,)
The vision was of dace and bream,
A fruitless vision, sooth to tell.
But round about the sylvan dell
Were other sweet Arcadian shrines,
Gone now, is all the rural spell,
Arcadia has trolley lines.
Oh, once loved, sluggish, darkling stream,
For me no more, thy waters swell,
Thy music now the engines' scream,
Thy fragrance now the factory's smell;
Too near for me the clanging bell;
A false light in the water shines
While Solitude lists to her knell,--
Arcadia has trolley lines.
Thy wooded lanes with shade and gleam
Where bloomed the fragrant asphodel,
Now bleak commercially teem
With signs 'To Let,' 'To Buy,' 'To Sell.'
And Commerce holds them fierce and fell;
With vulgar sport she now combines
Sweet Nature's piping voice to quell.
Arcadia has trolley lines.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Flippity Floppity Plop
am sitting by the side of a pond,
the fresh morning crisp,
full of new born oxygen,
waiting to meet my lungs
am sitting watching still waters,
the liquid surface glassy,
thin like gossamer,
unbroken by bulbous eyed frogs
am sitting inhaling the silken fog,
the moist sweetness enlivening
wispy blanket around,
wrapping me in my thoughts
am sitting listening to birds,
deep distant sounds,
some quarreling, others singing,
my eardrums playing along
am sitting giving nature company,
lilies quietly rubbing their eyes
lazy morning stretching her arms,
sunlight plucking his guitar
am sitting by the side of awe,
when a cheery little fish
breaks through the surface
and flips me a good morning plop
poem by Prathap Suthan
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I just love real characters, they're not pretentious, and every emotion is on the surface, they're regular working people. Their likes, their dislikes, their loves, their hates, their passions; they're all right there on the surface.
quote by David O. Russell
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Come and Follow Me
“The harvest is plenty, workers are few”
And He said, “Come and follow me”
“And, through me, you will help them see”
Peter was out fishing with Andrew
The brothers of thunder were fishing too
And He said, “Come and follow me”
“And fishers of men, you will be”
Then, a tax collector came into view
And He said, “Come and follow me”
No matter what you may have done before
He still says, “Come and follow me”
He calls you to a life of so much more
He cries out, “Come and follow me”
And we follow Him, for Him we adore
((May 31st,2003))
poem by Danny Speicher
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Initial Attraction
What lies beneath the surface smile?
which you display to everyone?
The mask you wear to be in style.
What lies beneath is yours alone.
Does it indicate interest?
What lies beneath the surface smile?
And will I perhaps pass the test
enjoy your company for a while.
Is it a sign of practiced guile?
or simple act of self defence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
Must I rely on my sixth sense?
My need to know grows more intense
I am prepared to wait awhile
to try and gain your confidence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
(poeticpiers/20/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Matters of The Heart
In
matters
of
the
heart
emotions
must
be
dealt
with.
It's
y ou and
I
no one
else
is
permitted.
If true
love
emerges
from
this.
respect
and
trust
must
come
into
play.
If not
this
relationship
will
cease
to be.
longings
and
desires
must
surface.
all
yesterdays
must be
dealt
with.
for
a
tomorrow
to
exist.
poem by Heather Burns
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