0009 A palinode
and there was this one
which I was particularly proud of
where I thought I’d caught
just the right pace, then
the change of pace when
the poem goes deeper
and then the perfectly chosen metaphor
with a rallentando
which made it musical
and ended it just
knock-’em-flat
sheer poetry
then last night
I read your poems
for the first time in oh fifty years
and there it was
almost identical and
I realised where I’d got it from
and the part of me that
wasn’t bruised ego wept inwardly without naming any cause
and maybe when I’ve recovered
and demoted my poem in
the collected works of pride
I’ll marvel at the power of poetry even if yours not mine
which can lie low in the mind
for fifty years and not only that
but may well, and here we should be careful
but reflective, respectful even awed,
have subtly infinitesimally but significantly
like some homeopathic almost unquantifiable tincture,
altered my whole life. For fifty years.
now that’s something
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Poem Is A Metaphor
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR
The Poem is a Metaphor
It means ‘the world’
It means ‘all that there is’
It means ‘the soul’
It means ‘our deepest feeling’.
The Poem is a Metaphor
It is more than what it just appears to be
It takes on a life of its own
It says more than it can define itself as
The Poem is a Metaphor
And it itself does not understand
Where it began and how it will end
And whether or not
It should always be rewritten.
The Poem is a Metaphor
And we too are metaphors
That will vanish one day
When all the real Poems
Pretend to still be here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Pace Made
You totally misinterpret,
The pace I keep.
Not one step do I make,
That is taken...
Has you in my mind to compete.
Or is there a thought given to your mission.
I have interests to pursue.
What about you?
This pace made,
Is not awaiting your notice.
Nor is this pace made,
Initiated in the origin of hesitation.
But is a motivation to focus my eyes on the prize.
With my own determination affixed to it!
To feel I am achieving 'something' that validates,
The time I've spent blessed in the appreciation of my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Say That Too Loudly
What on 'Earth' are they doing,
With their shovels below?
And doing it in such a frantic pace.
'Trying their best to escape from reality.
And hoping they will chase the effects away.'
By digging themselves into a deeper hole?
'Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
They will isolate you in a minute.
Hearing anything connected to the truth,
Will immediately offend them.'
Oh?
Our feet are up here and placed on solid ground.
And I should have fears they will isolate 'me'?
'Don't say another word.
Let them stick to their beliefs.
Who knows,
What a digging deeper in complete darkness...
Will eventually to them teach.'
Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.
'At the pace that they are keeping? '
Comeon.
Don't be so negative.
'Trust me...
If I had not been observant and optimistic,
I'd too would have had a shovel custom made.
With a bragging done of how my credit was 'A' rated.'
Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.
'At the pace that they are keeping?
They will never get to see a picture of it.'
Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
Logic is not what they are pursuing.
'Well...
I don't want to lose any I have left.
You stay and watch them.
I have other things to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpreted As Conformity
In those slower days,
A dependable pace was kept.
And met on a regular basis,
With certainty.
When one could almost guarantee,
What those events would be tomorrow.
But those yesterdays with their tomorrows gone,
Are never coming back to keep pretentions intact...
For those to flaunt their upturned noses.
No!
Today the change amongst us is more of the mind.
Information collected is at a much faster pace.
Leaving behind those of a limited thought process,
Seeking to maintain control as once digested to accept...
Over that which has already been erased as outdated,
By those choosing truth as a preference to manifest.
Instead of ignorance as a choice to interpret as conformity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face The Change
Turns back to front
Turns hate to love
The simple things that mean a lot
Turns rock to sand
Turns ice to snow
Thats you and me about to grow
Change the pace of a magazine
Face the change of a million years
Stare in shock at what you saw
Take a breath and lock the door
Tell your children what to do
Mistakes and all they still love you
Change the pace of a magazine
Face the change of a million years
Turns rough to smooth
Turns dont to do
To reminisce turns me to you
Turns war to peace
Turns greed to need
The consequence of visionaries
song performed by by INXS
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The Poem Is A Metaphor/ For Whatever The Poet Needs It To Be
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR / FOR WHATEVER THE POET NEEDS IT TO BE
The Poem is a Metaphor
For whatever the poet needs it to be-
It need not know its own name
Or its destination-
It simply may suddenly appear
And take us to a place we’ve never been,
To a connection we never would have found on our own.
The Metaphor is a vehicle of transport for the Soul
And he who spells it out literally
Grounds it.
Why then oh why is this where we all be?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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An Easy Pace
I am a man who does not like rushing;
I like to take life at an easy pace.
Friends joke about it
saying a snail just overtook you.
I take no notice and just laugh it off.
If the world wants to go at a faster pace
that is all right with me.
I’ll just take my time
and always get there in the end.
I always think that if you rush about
you miss out on so much.
You see drivers on the motorway
racing along doing a ton
and I often wonder
are they out to commit suicide.
I just drive along at sixty
and that is comfortable for me.
The only thing I seem to be quick at
is when it comes to writing poetry.
With them, I dash them off
at an incredible rate.
Where most will write one a day
I can dash sometimes up to ten.
I have even been known
to do more than that occasionally,
but everything else in life
I take at an easy pace.
12 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Amy Hit The Atmosphere
If I could make it rain today
And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter
I would just to get a change of pace
Things are getting worse but I feel a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me
Amy hit the atmosphere
Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter and
She's never coming back
song performed by by Counting Crows from This Desert Life
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I mark the pace praying
I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
and still it’s as if I am in the dark
and nothing can ever beat the misery.
I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
try to wash my life clean,
do not loose my head
and still I remain blacker than burned out ash
and do not know how to stop my sin
(when I find myself I sin again) –and I mark the pace praying-
poem by Gert Strydom
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When I read the script, I liked the script very much and I thought it was a marvelous part for her, because I think it is a change of pace. I mean, we know how wonderful she is in romantic comedy.
quote by Albert Finney
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All The Poems Are A Metaphor
ALL THE POEMS ARE A METAPHOR
All the poems are a metaphor
For another poem
I cannot write
And this poem too
However incomparable
Does not say
What the real Poem is.
God knows
Only God knows.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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One Day
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek,
Deeper and deeper I try and deeper and deeper I need
Forgive me
4x
And all I see is your face
2x
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek
Deeper and deeper I try, the deeper and deeper I need
The deeper and deeper I fail, deeper and deeper I read
Deeper and deeper I cry, the deeper and deeper I feed
Caught up in this game of life, me against you
Not doing what I should, just the things that I want to
So wrapped up, terrified of what I become
Outside Im laughing, inside Im numb
I cant see the light because it blinds me
Try to forget but my past always remidns me
Exposed, looked on by eyes of grace
Im so ashamed, dont look at my face
All I see is your face
4x
Get up by your strength, I rise up to thee
But Ill stay on my face if you will of me
Shape and mold me til your though
Humble myself, life laid down before you
I need your wisdom, so the truth I keep on living
And your love will always be a part of me
Cant do a thing, if I aint living for the kind
So dont ever leave or take your eyes off me
Its not who you are its who youre living for
Trials and tribulations will come
song performed by by P.O.D.
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But it's for every writer to decide his own pace, and the pace varies with the writer and the work.
quote by Donna Tartt
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Deep Water
Is it a crime for me to be feeling this way
I'm going out of my mind and there's
no change from a runaway love
Is it a dream (is it a dream)
That I'm throwing in the wishing well
I'm losing control my body and soul
(body and soul)Standing here waiting
for a train that may never come
I saw the signs I read the books
I should of had a second look
ut you caught me dreaming
nd there were times you'd come around a
we'd agreed to just be friends tell
me who it's fooling oooo
Deep water I'm drowning
Deep water I'm slowly drowning in deeper
Deep water I'm drowning
Deep water I'm slowly drowning in deeper
what do I say(what can I say)
where words have failed me before
what do i do when i'm feeling so blue
and there's no place for me to run and hide
I saw the sun inside your smile and wished
for then just awhile cause boy you caught
me dreaming a giant step into the dark
and we through caution to the wind tell
me who we're fooling oooo
Deep water I'm drowning
deep water i'm slowly drowning in deeper
Deep water i'm drowning
deep water i'm slowly drowning deeper
i'm drowning
deeper deeper i'm drowning in deeper
oh i saw the signs i read the book
i should have had a second look
cause boy you caught me dreaming
and there are times youd come around
and we'd agreed to just be friends tell me who it's fooling
Deep water i'm drowning
deep water i'm slowly drowning in deeper
deep water i'm drowning
deep water i'm slowly drowning in deeper
deeper deeper deeper
i'm drowning in deeper
(drowning in drowning in drowning in)
deeper deeper deeper
so deep is the water
(drowning in drowning in drowning in)
fade out
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Don't Run
DON’T RUN
Don’t run
There’s no need to run
Your running days are over-
Walk to where you go slowly
Look up at the sky
Look around you at the beauty of the world
Walk at your own pace
When you get to where you get
You will get there-
Walk at your own pace now
So long as you can
There will come a time
When this too will be taken from you.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Direction Taken...
Do or don't...
Whatever!
Your participation now,
Is neither welcomed or embraced.
What was needed from you then...
Has now taken on a different face.
A change of pace...
Is upon us with a phase,
That will not be erased.
Have you waited too late,
To state your cause?
Did you pause to linger,
And now hesitate in awe!
A solution to mend and fix,
Has transcended and now complex!
To confess a lack of comprehension...
Does not await for what comes next!
Do or don't...
Whatever!
Your participation now,
Is neither welcomed or embraced.
What was needed from you then...
Has now taken on a different face.
A change of pace...
Is upon us with a phase,
That will not be erased.
If you find you are dazed in amazement,
Realize what you had regarded important to you...
Has drastically been replaced!
And you now stand among those...
Who show an exposed indifference,
You wish to now impose.
But time upon you and 'those' has closed!
This direction taken...
Is not for those still sitting in conflict!
No matter which ones you choose to pick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poem Is The Metaphor/ Hidden Or Not
THE POEM IS THE METAPHOR
The poem is the metaphor
Hidden or not -
Always something else,
Only for itself.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A lot of people run a race to see who is fastest. I run to see who has the most guts, who can punish himself into exhausting pace, and then at the end, punish himself even more. Nobody is going to win a 5,000 meter race after running an easy 2 miles. Not with me. If I lose forcing the pace all the way, well, at least I can live with myself.
quote by Steve Prefontaine
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I Never Thought Of This Poem
I never thought of this poem
It strolled into me, vividly
Forcing and obliging me
It urged me on despite resistance
I never thought of this poem
I never thought of this poem
It possessed and subdued me
It never left me alone, in peace
I could no longer resist its force
I never thought of this poem
I never thought of this poem
I gave in to it, to its wishes
I wrote it, I read it
It came out of me, liberating me
I never thought of this poem!
Huyton, Liverpool, UK
Wednesday,22nd April,2009
poem by Isaac Maliya
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