Toil and succour

[olson29]

Journey of Seed into New Seeds

Awake and sleep are the same when you
Talk about real life. The real is
Undeniable. We endure our new
Spheres of beauty and sparkle
As only a child can. In a river
We become rafts of poetry and
Family. We become more than thoughts
Could ever be. In fire we become rays
Uniting life in forests, we warm night.
We outlive dreams when we feel eyes and embrace
Thanks, unconditionally, we feel God's love
And become more love. We exist in any only,
In a life, where everything is dream, every moment.

[Cat Sith]

The question is: How do you outrun a dream?

I was running, running
through the sky, slow - - -
motionless.
Blue held me fast,
secure, my fists
clenched. A bass swam
into view with his big gaping mouth
and he grew, swallowed
me whole. Darkness
bled into white, light
so bright my eyelids
burned and then

there was you
standing there, mouth
hung wide,
drawing back the curtains.



Q: What will you wear to the ball?

[Jabberwhacky]

Q: What will you wear to the ball? [/quote]

i would wear nothing at all,
skinny-dip in the pool,
break every book, every rule;

and if the sky were to fall,
if the clouds were to drool,
i would still play the fool...

...but i would wear nothing but tall!

does nothing come from nothing?

[olson29]

Lost beyond comprehension,
I'm hours late for class, but still
stopping - to write poetry.
I smile into your eyes and
see you again, wonder about
and about again, sleeping
in the same place, every time.
I feel you dream of me too.
I feel your smile, your breath,
your salt, rage, & bliss.
We are one soul, one light.



Flew, coo coo - oo - when you're a bird, where will you - a - fly?

[Agnes]

Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
Billy Preston had that sway.
Round and round, his circles
kept me dancing back in the day.
Something and something did something.
Can you swing high as a bird up in the sky?
This song has no moral.
Just let the tall stuff in once in a while.

The question is: What will you do with the other stuff?

[olson29]

I'll turn it all into music,
and I will become we.
We are river in Canada
going towards the Pacific,
as sunshine sings into
water. Clouds cry
their sacred art; life.

Enlightened, again; in the absolute.


blizzards and summers, what is your favorite ice cream berry color?

[Cat Sith]

blizzards and summers, what is your favorite ice cream berry color?

Memories of Dairy Queen,
hot summer days, filled with ice cream
blizzards-- pink, purple, blue.
Strawberry. Raspberry. Blueberry.
So many to choose.
There's one for me.
Here's one for you.


Q: If down is dirty, what is up?

[Agnes]

Up is rainbows
Up is bright
Up is ponies
Up is light
Up is springtime
Up is kite
Up is fluffy
Up is height


The question is: How do you get there?

[Cat Sith]

The question is: How do you get there?

I get up with coffee
and sometimes a little sin
of cinnamon or cocoa--
a dash of passion swirled in.


Q: Do Brussels sprouts really sprout from Brussels?

[Agnes]

I've never been to Belgium.
I've never been to France.
I've never scaled a mountain
or learned to belly dance.
I live at my computer.
The weather's always fine.
At the cyber checkouts,
there's never any line.
I people watch at Youtube,
get check-ups at WebMD.
Whenever there's a problem,
I delete what bothers me.



The question is: What bothers you?

[Cat Sith]

What bothers me is not that much,
just this and that, and such and such.
What bothers you may be the same
or not. Who cares? We're all insane.


Q: What's the box you live in like?

[olson29]

Where did your poems go,
Sweet beautiful sensitive poet,
Please do not confine yourself
To the box, because you are so
Much more beautiful. Yes you are.
We close our Eyes with silence and
sing to our softness, we soothe the oneness,
The soul journey humbleness, the fight in
The conscious instinct o unconditional love.
And who are you when you can be anybody,
Believe anything, love is the key that turns
Into the undoing door we expand and
Become one with sunshine air and water
each tenderness in every little soul,
Thanking God for our ever growing ability
To be and to love, to feel it - all.


How does river water sing?

[Cat Sith]

How does river water sing?


I gurgle and gush--
slow down and rush.
Over rocks, I fall--
splish-splash; call
the sun to my side.
I'm the ocean's bride.

Q: Veil or crown of flowers?

[Agnes]

Crown of daisies
Veil of flies
Disappointment
Life's disguise


The question: Is milk and honey over-rated?

[Cat Sith]

Milk and honey make some lotions.
Frogs and rat tails make some potions.
Cheese and crackers make some snacks.
Jokes and deserts make some cracks.
Balls and string things make some toys.
Tools and gadgets make some boys.
Spice and sugar make some girls.
Sand and oysters make some pearls.
Cakes and churches make some domes.
Kim and Kari make some poems.



Q: What makes the dragonfly so special?