The Awakening
'The Awakening'
By
Charles L. East
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening
that stirs my soul to memories,
so faint,
intangible,
of past strife and death
…and life…
of glories faded, buried,
as though they never were.
Yet…
I hear the distant drums of war
and the heralding trumpet's muted voices,
and dimly see
a legion of shimmering golden helmets…
their plumes dancing in Sparta's wind.
I feel the blistering sting of cold salt spray
as I behold the failing sun slip quietly
beneath an unforgiving sea.
My life's blood absorbed by the warm sands
of Rome's coliseum…
I am aware
of the fragrance of the Earth
in Flanders field.
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening.
poem by Charles L. East
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Awakening Means....
awakening means....
i can hear you!
i can see you!
i can taste you!
i can feel you!
i breathe in our suffering,
i breathe out our freedom.
awakening means...
no need for a name!
no need for possessions.
no need to conquer!
no need to convert!
i breathe in our humanity,
i breathe out our equality.
awakening means....
i cannot help but care!
i am already involved.
i am immersed and drenched.
i have countless forms.
i breathe in our common labor,
i breathe out our sacred journey.
awakening means...
the journey is the destination.
we are the journey.
we are the destination!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Explorations: XX
'green leaves turn yellow'
life's course defined
once again!
your love
weaves flowing silk
i drape in
each awakening
a resurrection; each morning
an awakening
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Rememberance
And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.
In the dusk you notice the book shelves
with their volumes in gold and in brown;
and you think of far lands you journeyed,
of pictures and of shimmering gowns
worn by women you conquered and lost.
And it comes to you all of a sudden:
That was it! And you arise, for you are
aware of a year in your distant past
with its fears and events and prayers.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Sleeping Beauty
delusional
i believe i could cure it all for you dear
coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
make it right for you sleeping beauty
truly thought i could heal you
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to rescue sleeping beauty
truly thought i couuld make it right
if i kissed you one more time to
help you face the nightmare
but you're far too poison for me
such a fool to think that i could wake you from your slumber
that i could actually heal you
sleeping beauty
poisoned and hopeless
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to find a way to comfort you
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
hiding from some poisened memory
poisened and hopeless
sleeping beauty
song performed by by A Perfect Circle from Mer De Noms
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Once Tied To A Rush Of Confusion
An awakening occurs,
That establishes...
For the one witnessing it.
A freedom to express a consciousness.
That releases a mind,
Once tied to a rush of confusion...
One accepted as part of a life one gets.
And when this awakening does occur,
From an unrested peacelessness...
Tested by others not yet awakened.
There is a sense of quality of life that comes.
One begins to realize and connect...
To every experience one has endured.
And all of them collectively one's footsteps have met.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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August Lanes
time cannot have a name
neither timelessness.
But an awakening may arrive
in a moment newness may begin
as you come across a passage
that makes you think over again
Is it the right way to walk?
wonder cannot have an accent
as fragrance cannot have definition
but the midnight blossom of yours
in the lone garden of this empty time
speaks of a wonder whose fragrance is all
I have been to several abandoned corners
with the strings of my existence
I have tied many a pole
Yet every time I reflect
it seems the rules of life are different
There is a reflection in the east window pane
where sun sets with the same beauty of death,
Walking through a melancholy
that is invisible,
rain cannot have a color
Blanket Of Fear
I am awake under this blanket of fear
and i must say
none of the people i see belong here
now everyone's asleep
I am awake and I am dreaming
I believe it's time for a rude awakening
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS
BECAUSE YOUR NIGHTMARES
MIGHT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE YOUR REALITY
I believe
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
and the man behind the curtain
I heard him say
"Dreamers have become an endangered species,
and i am aware of the rude awakening"
I'm falling in my dream
I finally hit the ground
because i can't keep my mind
from going into dark places
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Remembrance Recreates (Revised)
I imagine early morning light
in softly golden-hues, millions
of baby rainbows in the sun-
light's glow, flowers dampened
with freshest dew just so - and
fragrance of blooms awakening
sweet memories, mornings where
we lived in glorious belief of our
youth that we were life itself -
now we know life briefly graced
our form with energy, we droop
at sunset, yet continue life in our
heads, repeating every joyous
feeling as often as we like, the
mind can never be stopped
remembrance recreates all
Worlds and feelings lost…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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You look at the whole Human Rights questions, I happened to be there at just the right time when the country was awakening - this goes to the first question you asked - the whole country was awakening to a hundred years of injustice that hadn't been resolved yet.
quote by Birch Bayh
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Early Morning When The First Rays Fall
Early morning when the first soft rays fall,
when the awakening sun hangs blood red
this part of the great universe recall,
the awakening has been acquired
when the awakening sun hangs blood red
birds twitter with the jolly songs they sing,
the awakening has been acquired
as the good news of the morning they bring.
birds twitter with the jolly songs they sing
to and thro many insects and bees fly
as the good news of the morning they bring,
fluttering on flowers under the sky.
Early morning when the first soft rays fall,
this part of the great universe recall…
poem by Gert Strydom
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An Angry Buddha
Finger in the ground
Still
Fierce moment
Contemplative
Alive
Aware
Pass ion
Passionate awakening
Spirit and earth tremble
No past
No future
Each moment is the past every second is the future
He rests on this fulcrum of passion, time and compassion
Balanced on a never ending pin point
Between the cardinal directions and the
Hungry mistrals of desire
Smiling and angry
In a field of blossoms
Reflected in the mirrored lake above
poem by Guillermo Veloso
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Tides of Joy
Blue waves crash into the golden sands
Wonder and awe amidst the great sea
Waters with foamy waves
Waters with dancing sunlight
A sense that someday love will rule
Butterflies amidst the philodendrons
Old stonewalls with vines
I never tire of the ocean
Shoreline of life
My soul fills with praise
You are a flower of the sea
The salty air blows thru your hair
Your eyes bright with the sky
Eternal mystery fills the day
Feelings of ancient ships
Sand castle art
Sea gulls
We are lovers
We are born to be together
We feel the sea like a preacher
Joined by love in wondrous awakening
The tide fills with joy
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Early morning when the first rays fall (pantoum)
Early morning when the first rays fall,
when the sun hangs blood red
this part of the universe recall,
in moments of awakening that has been acquired.
When the sun hangs blood red,
birds twitter with the songs they sing
in moments of awakening that has been acquired
as the good news of the morning that they bring.
Birds twitter with the songs they sing,
to and thro insects and bees fly
as the good news of the morning that they bring,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky.
To and thro insects and bees fly,
the buds of morning glories open to the sun,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun.
The buds of morning glories open to the sun
early morning when the first rays fall,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun
in moments of awakening that has been acquired
poem by Gert Strydom
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In Times Of Solitude (Cavatina)
In times of some great kind of solitude,
the veldt, the bush,
catches me in living great memories,
a tranquil hush
brings back a new kind of awakening,
in does then rush
the trees, birds, bees and many wild flowers,
like some thundering life bearing showers.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I dare not fill my heart with anguish
I dare not fill my heart with anguish
and although at times it thrills me,
in your memory to languish,
if I do, from it I will never be free.
Sometimes it’s better to forget you,
sometimes its better to not have known
the blessings, the passion shown
of you who in death still remains true
and life goes on with its promises
a sun that rises, shines and vanishes
but there’s no other you to take me
with children into posterity,
from winter into spring
to bring a new awakening.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Truths Dismissed
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Chasing impossibilities,
Are those in grief with disbelief...
Each moment existing,
Had approval as they witnessed...
The unfolding of reality.
And it is the reality many wish to change.
Many can not accept,
Expressions of indifference...
Delivers consequences.
No matter what is claimed.
That which is observed,
And passes an acceptance by silent lips...
Is not going to suddenly vanish,
Because some find a tolerance...
Over a time that has allowed its growth,
People then indifferent...
Now whine it upsets and makes them sick.
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love is a Magic Ray
Love is a magic ray
emitted from the burning core
of the soul
and illuminating
the surrounding earth.
It enables us
to perceive life
as a beautiful dream
between one awakening
and another.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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The Keeping
'The Keeping'
By
Charles L. East
Unto my keeping
wert thou given me,
that I might love thee
with all my soul
to the end of my days…
and adore thee in the autumn of my years.
I have loved thee beyond life's measure,
beyond the treasures of the earth or sea
or the boundless reaches of the deepening sky.
If the sun should quietly rise
upon a dreaded day…
and thy final sleeping mercifully unburden
the hours from me,
my futile weeping shall only cease
with a last and desperate breath…
and with all my failing strength,
I shall once more
softly whisper,
with love…
thy name.
poem by Charles L. East
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Footsteps Of Dawn-Part 2
Aurora quietly tip toes in...
Softly in the east her steps arise...
Pacing each shimmering ray...
Slowly ascending-Lemon Orb- in the sky;
In a backdropp of deep azure blue...
Naturally tiptoeing her way e'er on...
Growing slowly into light O' New Day--
Awakening 'tis: The Footsteps of Dawn;
Respelendent light of day 'tis borne anew...
Now fully enveloped in the sky--
Efflugent Aurora has broken the darkness--
Welcoming a new Lemon Yellow Orb upon high;
Part Two
June 5,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Some Question Marks
Don’t go brutal in the veins
blood is diluted
life has become complex.
Barefoot truth walks,
in the sun without shadows.
We are beaten by lies.
The caste aside had a carnal thrust,
and the stars were weeping.
I will die of a primordial death one day.
What is the central theme, of present life?
It has no nuances, only the numerical strength of passions.
Question marks are leaving,
an omnipresent stink everywhere.
An awakening without,
a flame does not inspire
a hidden defeat of haloed touchstone.
I will go for a swim,
in the dead sea to taste,
the salt of all the white moons.
How would our forefathers
know the masks?
poem by Satish Verma
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