poetry without the blog, today, would be merely university publications. poets wrote the greek and roman myths, the norse myths, the spirit stories of our nation's orginal, at least those before '1492,' peoples. CS Lewis used it in Chronicles of Narnia, Tolkien used it too, learning from MCDonald and Chaucer as well as Dante's love story of Beatrice and urequited love. Today, post twentieth century...
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'Peace is promised' timothy r gates, 1.06.2008
Peace is promised,
someday on the by and by.
bye, bye
Love is said,
'I love you,'
'God loves you,'
and,
'We love you,'
on the by and by
bye, bye
Peace from above,
peace from outside,
peace,
lion sharing a bed,
serpent saving your head,
eagle soaring your baby to solace.
Peace is promised by others,
someday...
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Peace is promised,
someday on the by and by.
bye, bye
Love is said,
'I love you,'
'God loves you,'
and,
'We love you,'
on the by and by
bye, bye
Peace from above,
peace from outside,
peace,
lion sharing a bed,
serpent saving your head,
eagle soaring your baby to solace.
Peace is promised by others,
someday...
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'Mystic Suite' timothy r gates, 1/04/2008 (began in fall of 2007)
what appears to be
is not what it appears,
though it does appear to be;
a dance in the night's fog,
a song in the night's air,
a nightmare transformed into sweet amorous
streams of consciousness,
all to the delight of one who seemed to walk
only in the night;
for he found out...
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what appears to be
is not what it appears,
though it does appear to be;
a dance in the night's fog,
a song in the night's air,
a nightmare transformed into sweet amorous
streams of consciousness,
all to the delight of one who seemed to walk
only in the night;
for he found out...
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New Year Lament' timothy r gates, 12/30/2007
Cry, if you will
sob, if you choose
weep, if you dare
not for yesterday
not for tomorrow
not for sometime
now, right now,
here we laugh, cry, chuckle, fart, spit, smile
here we hate and do war, by bigotry or by guns
here we love, our neighbor Cain and Lilith
turn your cheek
turn your face
turn...
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Cry, if you will
sob, if you choose
weep, if you dare
not for yesterday
not for tomorrow
not for sometime
now, right now,
here we laugh, cry, chuckle, fart, spit, smile
here we hate and do war, by bigotry or by guns
here we love, our neighbor Cain and Lilith
turn your cheek
turn your face
turn...
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'Lilith knew all along' timothy r gates, 12/25/2007
as always,
alone she seems,
baby now more important than mother,
goddess still sings his praise,
but so does he hers
the four corners meet
physics and metaphysics,
neither give a damn, or blessed
the hymns of old souls ring true
to new souls too.
into the dark night we arise
finding our own birth,
afresh,
celebrating...
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as always,
alone she seems,
baby now more important than mother,
goddess still sings his praise,
but so does he hers
the four corners meet
physics and metaphysics,
neither give a damn, or blessed
the hymns of old souls ring true
to new souls too.
into the dark night we arise
finding our own birth,
afresh,
celebrating...
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'Note for the Solstice, and all things living' timothy r gates, 12/21/2007
writing a note to the Solstice,
here she arrives for rest,
difficult the summer's tread
giving way through fall's hues,
she pulls up her blanket over her head,
makes quite a fuss at first,
then falls off to sleep,
seemingly in a blessed repose.
All things living join in,
needing their sabbath as...
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sunshine:
Merry Christmas!!
xoxo
Sunshine
Merry Christmas!!
xoxo
Sunshine
#1 by way of reflection timothy r g, 12/12/2007
we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
we look so...
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we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
we look so...
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sunshine:
aw thanks...you are a sweetheart! 
i appreciate the encouragement and support!
i appreciate the encouragement and support! #1 by way of reflection timothy r g, 12/12/2007
we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
we look so...
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we look so closely at the frame of others,
call them beautiful or ugly,
(If we\'ve learned PC, we
simply look the other way,
or pretend to look through them)
then, either way, toss them aside,
for the next sighting,
blinded by our peering,
not noticing that we too
are under another\'s view.
we look so...
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A little 'I am a walrus'.....Lennon's memory eternal, now...
Just think...go back in time...
But, 'It feels like we've been here before,'
something to do with nature, nurture and being.
Maybe, since we do not know anything other than
what we perceive, at least in expressing what we (how many I's are there in me?) might or
may know, -- maybe, we are back in...
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Just think...go back in time...
But, 'It feels like we've been here before,'
something to do with nature, nurture and being.
Maybe, since we do not know anything other than
what we perceive, at least in expressing what we (how many I's are there in me?) might or
may know, -- maybe, we are back in...
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'let's write' timothy r g, 12/03/207
a stroke of my pen,
antiquarian manner of writing,
masturbation can be pleasing,
of course it is,
some, time's sanity;
i write the same way,
well sometimes;
take your time and it works,
hurry it up
you feel better
but nothing is done
and nothing is getting done;
writing, pencils are quick,
pens are fluid, more so,
fountain pens...
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a stroke of my pen,
antiquarian manner of writing,
masturbation can be pleasing,
of course it is,
some, time's sanity;
i write the same way,
well sometimes;
take your time and it works,
hurry it up
you feel better
but nothing is done
and nothing is getting done;
writing, pencils are quick,
pens are fluid, more so,
fountain pens...
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booksartyoume:
Is there a solo flight? Timothy r g, 12/04/2007
Yes. No. No one is able to fly for us, but also no one will fly long alone. We, the whole of the Kosmos(or plural, or plurals) is held together by the mystery of our collective flight.
We, our species, knows what we know only by way of analogy. One good days our species recognizes
that we may know something, however relative to our not knowing - here we know something about something of which we know little. Some are in awe of a creator, or benevolent watchmaker, or collective consciousness, and some are in awe of no such thing(s). For myself, this day I am merely in awe. One scientist, when observing the vastness of the universe being asked whether he was struck by the complexity of the design, therefore of God, simply said, and I believe in all humility, if this is possible, \'I am simply in awe, that I am free to behold it all with my bounded impermanent perception, and still know that I am part of it all, a speck, a tiny piece of sand in the all of it all. Whatever more there is or is not, for myself I am simply in awe!\'
Ascension; descension
darkness; clarity
god(s); devil(s)
today; yesterday
today; tomorrow
love; hate
happy; sad
paranoia; presence
peace; fear
individuality; community
personality; surreality
physics; speculations
knowing; paranormality
normal; metaphysics
girl; boy
adam-from the earth; adama-from the earth of the other gender
ish; isha
man; eve
you; me
us; them
i; we
euphemisms for what we do know something of;
if we dare, lovers we are all.
When I am in awe, I am grateful. I am a skeptic, believing that things that called miracles are most often simply poorly observed phenomenon. I am also a romantic, believing that what I see is simply my perception even observed acutely, and hoping that our seeing in the place of my lone stroll will be freed to see more. Silenced by the splendor of what I do not know. For this moment I have no need to fix those that may disagree, or to stand and sing a hymn with those that I think I agree. For this moment, like lovers entwined, like Klimt\'s \'Embrace\' or \'Kiss,\' in that moment of ethereal, yes spatial, what is often called bliss - here we know and are known. I tend to think that this is where the phrase Kyrie eleison, comes. It is not that with such a cry that we claim to propose something emphatic. Herein we whisper, or cry out, \'Lord have mercy!\' Not a declaration. An affirmation of being, of our togetherness that is an exponential leap, not into, but rather over the abyss of singularity of mindlessness and into the vortex of what poets have chosen to merely call love
From this comes
poetry, painting, photos....art.
Yes. No. No one is able to fly for us, but also no one will fly long alone. We, the whole of the Kosmos(or plural, or plurals) is held together by the mystery of our collective flight.
We, our species, knows what we know only by way of analogy. One good days our species recognizes
that we may know something, however relative to our not knowing - here we know something about something of which we know little. Some are in awe of a creator, or benevolent watchmaker, or collective consciousness, and some are in awe of no such thing(s). For myself, this day I am merely in awe. One scientist, when observing the vastness of the universe being asked whether he was struck by the complexity of the design, therefore of God, simply said, and I believe in all humility, if this is possible, \'I am simply in awe, that I am free to behold it all with my bounded impermanent perception, and still know that I am part of it all, a speck, a tiny piece of sand in the all of it all. Whatever more there is or is not, for myself I am simply in awe!\'
Ascension; descension
darkness; clarity
god(s); devil(s)
today; yesterday
today; tomorrow
love; hate
happy; sad
paranoia; presence
peace; fear
individuality; community
personality; surreality
physics; speculations
knowing; paranormality
normal; metaphysics
girl; boy
adam-from the earth; adama-from the earth of the other gender
ish; isha
man; eve
you; me
us; them
i; we
euphemisms for what we do know something of;
if we dare, lovers we are all.
When I am in awe, I am grateful. I am a skeptic, believing that things that called miracles are most often simply poorly observed phenomenon. I am also a romantic, believing that what I see is simply my perception even observed acutely, and hoping that our seeing in the place of my lone stroll will be freed to see more. Silenced by the splendor of what I do not know. For this moment I have no need to fix those that may disagree, or to stand and sing a hymn with those that I think I agree. For this moment, like lovers entwined, like Klimt\'s \'Embrace\' or \'Kiss,\' in that moment of ethereal, yes spatial, what is often called bliss - here we know and are known. I tend to think that this is where the phrase Kyrie eleison, comes. It is not that with such a cry that we claim to propose something emphatic. Herein we whisper, or cry out, \'Lord have mercy!\' Not a declaration. An affirmation of being, of our togetherness that is an exponential leap, not into, but rather over the abyss of singularity of mindlessness and into the vortex of what poets have chosen to merely call love
From this comes
poetry, painting, photos....art.