0366 Poem as snake, poem as not-snake
Walking the narrow, stepped path that bends
through our local sub-tropical,
magical landfall, full of strangeness,
there it was
across the path,
brownish, yellow and green markings,
waiting
adrenalin poured through the body,
waking instinct, emotion, thoughts;
possible next moves racing manifold through the mind,
uncertainties, no previous experience
of quite this situation to rely on
in our relatively snake-free neighbourhood
and it was big;
the body froze,
the eyes just looked
at the branch, covered in
green moss, yellow lichen,
brown and almost weightless with rot
so that the storm had tossed it
onto the path, into my path,
indifferent, innocuous,
so much so that as the body
restored to equilibrium
I was beyond kicking it aside -
in some sort of embarrassed respect;
it, unaffected by all I brought to it;
like a poem
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Taking The Narrow Path
this is the narrow path
of disbelief
one gets elbow to elbow
with uncertainties
in a party of masks
one talks to someone
without a name
with no place to stay
this is the narrow path
it only you that fits in
and all they say when they pass
are excuses
this is the narrow path of silence
questions hang like stars in the skies
you are a grain of sand
below a full moon
you look for light and comfort
there is so much
but you have none
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Via media
My body is a
temple of God >
God is everywhere.
Where there is a body
I am in the body.
My body is yours
So long as I am perfect
I have right to stay.
I try myself to be perfect
You are my guidemaster
giving always a lighter.
With your light
I get my path
the path is also you
It is you my body
viamedia of my fortune.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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A Dark illusion
Walking in a dark path
No help reached out to me
Walking in a dark path
Blind and still can't see
Walking in a dark path
Heart beats no longer heard
Walking in a dark path
Not even the sound of a bird
Walking in a dark path
Where am i is this real?
Walking in a dark path
No, it cant be, I've healed.
poem by Yolanda Salas
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The Lonely Path
One one lonely Lonely lonely one Lonely lonely Londoner I am very very lonely Loneliness is killing me in a lonely path I am frustrated Lonely at heart At the lonely path of London street, i walk on a lonely path The path that is wide is noisy very busy The lonely path is the narrow path very peaceful We all want peace
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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The Mountain And The Snake
a long black yellow snake with stripes
arrives hissing
looking for a prey
a rat perhaps
but there is none
not even an ant for a snack
and so the long black yellow snake with stripes of green
slides its way to a dark, moist cave
tight on its door
pushing its long slimy body
to the tip of the
cave's orifice to the end of its
intestine
it was a good tickle
and the whole body of the mountain
gives a tremble
a moan and from the slits of its sides
to the tip of its feet
and toes and trees
the whole body of the mountain
moans
happy with the long slimy body of the
snake's skin and bone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lifes path
There are so many paths in life
I guess I could say
I ve walked them all
The right path
The wrong path
The path of pain
The path of good
The path of bad
Which path do I now take
At this present time of life
The path I take is the path of pain.
The path of hurt
So many paths I have walked
But im lost in the path
The path of pain
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A verdict of guilt
I like to be stern today
So that you may believe me
That I am serious
About the law and that
I mean it when I punish you
I look at you
As you stand before me
Uncombed hair
The dirt of poverty
All over your body
Unwashed clothes
The odor of your crime
Permeating the room
You look like a
Tattered poem to me
I want to write
Something beautiful
About you
I could have followed
The creative path
Of compassion and
Shy away from form
And reason
Yet society is looking
With anger and thirsting
For revenge
Which they call justice
I hand the verdict
Of conviction
Another body another
Soul shall suffer because
The path is rigid
And too smooth for our
Own creative imagination.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Divergent Faith
A path; continued In time
For self interest
Not of mine, other
This path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
The path in between
Two segments of brain.
Thin, enkindled with light of own.
Difference! The path in between two segments
Knows how to meet with.
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
Drenched late autumn with
Glamorous night & quiet mist
Likely go in for convergence.
Dew laps faith
This dropp of faith
Seems to dark
Dazzling spark.
The path of late autumn
Encircle the wreath of faith
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
Eternal path
An elisium of solemn soul
Who burn with passion.
Time; a narrow passing mate
Although the path live
In the course time.
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
poem by Onon Sarker
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A path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself alone, one question. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use.
Carlos Castaneda in The Teachings of Don Juan (1968)
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The Frosty Poets Lonely Road
Two paths in the yellow woods,
said the Frosty poet should,
we travel the beaten road?
or shall we brave the lonely path?
the path of Artists Thieves and Rulers
Where our path will lead us
none shall know,
Until we get there we shan't but guess our future,
for the Artist's muse is fickle,
the Thieves' mark secure,
and the Ruler's people irate,
we who travel the lonely path,
will sow our own specific seed,
and should we persist and perceive,
we shall reap the fruits indeed.
poem by Atticus Mortimer
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Walking In The Shadows, Where The Path Wasn't For Me
tired of walking in the shadows,
down a path not for me,
i made a new path,
but, it was set for death,
i thought it was for me,
never seen the years i had to come,
plus everything i can be,
never felt good enough,
always thought,
it was the path for me,
finally i opened my eyes,
and stopped placing blame,
on people who mad my life,
a living hell,
woke up to find,
i was to blame,
for how my life was going,
nobody but me,
for the mistakes i've made,
in my life until this day,
i changed little by little,
because i will no longer,
just linger in the shadows,
where the path isn't for me,
i'm stronger than ever,
as i tackle my problems,
and find the path,
that i've made for myself,
because i take control,
and become the leader,
instead of the follower,
watching life pass me by,
i know what i want,
now it just time to get it,
without being in the shadows,
and walking down a path,
that i learned,
just wasn't for me.
Copyright © 2009
11-17-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Separate Paths
there are so many paths
and there is only me
this path of mud and holes
and with you
there is this path that i do
not really know
surprises kill me at times
but i keep the pain
please do not take mine
it is too narrow
please do not go with me
go away, please go away
i am simply
not comfortable with you
take the widest path you have.
there are many of you
and the noise is everyday.
i love myself, this loneliness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Paths
The path to destruction is invisible,
It is travelled on by the wise,
Giving an enterprise to behold,
Like a gesture too meek.
The paths are long and hard,
In one complete stroke you have moved,
In a single movement the damage is received
As the paths lead to roads leading to fatigue.
This path we allow on the rest of the world
Is narrow and far too long to achieve,
Success needed wending like a path,
A meandering path carried a difference.
Only a road is higher than a path
For it is tortuous in a full condition,
Its heavenly splendour is exciting
Like the eating of apples attached to a tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Path Of Roses
path of roses
i took the path full of roses
endured the love of roses
to strain my emotion
and torture my innocence
smiled with me in roses
yet to pain me with roses
left alone by the roses
discovered on the roses
climb me an emotion of roses
and lend me a rose of roses
to torture my innocence
and surely strain my emotion
to endure the love of roses
in this path full of roses
i hope we can cross this
out and cut the roses
and trade to the far east
if you want it…
it is a path of so many roses
in variety and kind, of roses
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inspired by: gomotsegang sebadieta's life is a rose and ode to my mother mrs. sebadieta (2012)
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As They Dance
The heat rushed through her body
as she moved her body along side his
The movements were fast and breath taking
as they moved with the tempo of the music
His body bends back
as hers bends forward
His body bends forward
as hers bends back
Their bodies intertwined
as a vine on a wall
Their bodies move side to side
up and down
The music keeping the beat
as the danced
The stage lights dimmed to green
as they moved together
His hands run down her body
as she sways side to side
Her mouth open her eyes closed
his eyes on her body
He keeps his hands on her hips
as she ran her hands up his body to his face
Their lips met and their hearts raced
as the music stopped
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The path we have chosen for the present is full of hazards, as all paths are. The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Freedom
Though I cannot see the sun, I know that it’s still there.
The circumstances of this life, sometimes they are not fair.
People love and people hurt, and I have done the same.
The sadness of this paradox, there is always another to blame.
Another has shortcomings, no different than my own.
I can pinpoint exactly where another’s are, while mine remain unknown.
I hold a mirror to myself, the only thing I see.
The strengths that I bring to this world, my weaknesses cannot be.
My cycle continues, faster it spins, no longer in control.
My mind, my body, take my lead, they bury deep my soul.
I feel it in there, and it wants out, but it causes so much pain.
I ignore the part that will set me free, for I’m a slave to heart and brain.
My life gets worse, I can’t go on, and I live in my own hell.
And there I know I will remain, ‘til my soul can break its shell.
The shell with layers so deep and thick my body and mind have built.
In order to break this shell of mine, I must embrace my guilt.
The guilt of all my failures and the people I let down.
The character defects I embraced, when no one was around.
My reputation was my concern, my character I’d forsake.
But I’d have to switch this right around if my shell I was going to break.
So then began my journey, my journey deep within.
My guide became my savior; he freed me from my sin.
He told me I wasn’t who I became, but who our father made me to be.
This path of pain He led me down, it truly set me free.
I found this path not easy, but knew this path was right.
For the blind fool that I had become, became a wise man with great sight.
I know the one I’m grateful to, His love for me is great.
He turned me to the path of love, from the path of pain and hate.
I thank you Jesus, for your gift, for my spirit I did find.
You waited for me ‘til I was ready. You did not leave me behind.
For I was broken. I broke others too, but by my side you stayed.
For every debt that I incurred, you had already paid.
You made me understand it all. I now have sight to see.
I’m no longer a slave to body and mind. My soul is truly free!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Bodhisattva Vow
As i develop the awakening mind i praise the buddha as they shine
I bow before you as i travel my path to join your ranks,
I make my full time task
For the sake of all beings i seek
The enlighted mind that i know i'll reap
Respect to shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the darma for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that i know i've earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them there would be no place to learn what i'm seeing
There's nothing here that's not been said before
But i put it down now so i'll be sure
To solidify my own views and i'll be glad if it helps
Anyone else out too
If others disrespect me or give me flack
I'll stop and think before i react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A change for me to be strong and sure
As i think on the buddhas who have come before
As i praise and respect the good they've done
Knowing only love can conquer in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that we're here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until they're cleared
Therefore, it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent
The bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achive buddhahood
So i pledge here before everyone who's listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best to do no harm
And in times of doubt i can think on the dharma
And the enlightened ones who've graduated samsara
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Green Wheels
Green Peace,
Green Wheels,
Green Love;
But, kick the ball into the net to score a goal!
For, this narrow path is all about the universe around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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