The Spontaneous Muse

air

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 07:40:44 GMT

I found air sweetest near the land of birth
then Tennysonian came with flavored dew
so, on came brown, that gave atmosphere a face
smoking the shoulders of shy kins across oaks in lawns
flooding on rails headed west, greeted by yellow sulfur winds
dry and almost alone, I wept with a bitter taste
turning many pages, as in the dark the Hollywoods
and polling Palms did sing, the battering sounds of war
descended; calling and bidding me, telling me-
...

continued ~

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:39:52 GMT

can you imagine loving someone?
then not
can there ever come a day when they let you down
and you don't help them up?
...or on that day
when you fall
are they not there?
with their hands and heart
and oh so sweet smile
to lift you back.

Workday Boredom~ continued from original thread

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 10:41:31 GMT

poets
greatest treasures
bards, jesters, musicians
without their song, the whole day long
darkness

Maiku (our own style haiku) continued from original 5-7-5

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:19:28 GMT

sun spills on window
a tiny sparrow's shadow
looms larger than life

Cinquain Silhouettes~2-4-6-8-2 continued from original

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:08:44 GMT

falling
stars from magic
lands that light up our dreams
whisper through the darkest night to
bring light

The Human Touch

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 09:38:01 GMT

Beauty touched is beauty bruised
give me meat
bodies with feet
where we can meet
on level ground
or perhaps ocean swells
then on a mountain peak
we speak
beauty bruised is beauty touched
and healed with hands
that bodies have
and lips that speak.

"The land's...

Love Lunes-3 lines- 5-3-5 continued from original

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 20:48:46 GMT

sunswept
this autumn day
gateway to December
and holiday celebrations
give thanks

oooops

sunswept autumn day
painting gold
over all the earth

Word Association ( continued from original)

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:45:39 GMT

sharp

2-5-5 thread ( continued from orginal)

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:37:18 GMT

moonbeams
playing tag on sill
oh, what grand magic

note regarding continuous threads...

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 22:41:47 GMT

The page numbers on continuous threads will only show to 168
in the 'pager line' however, if you click on 168, it will then show
the rest of the numbers so you can access the latest pages...

Maybe we should start new threads so we don't lose any of the posts...
What do you think?

Embers

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 19:46:11 GMT

These halls are quiet,
almost bare,
What muse is that
sleeping there in the silence
of a day near spent?

Is it yours, or mine,
or ours to share,
the inspiration
waiting here to turn the page
from blank to beauty
with words of fire?

Come now poets
ply your pens,
Outside there's frost
and chilling wind, but here
within these halls so grand,
it is your lines
that light the flame
.

And the Rains Came

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 19:35:44 GMT

the mist is gone
the deluge came
too cold to build an ark
too late to start one

the leaves so brave
in glory shades
are the only light
I see

so beautifully
He colored them
each one a special hue
now comes the rain

to wash them clean
and then the morning dew.

This Day of Mist

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:23:31 GMT

ah, these days of silver mist,
this hour
just before the sun shuts down
its heat
the breeze that promises
what soon it can't deliver
and all the dearer
for its trying
this is autumn
and the leaves
have fallen

Like

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:42:58 GMT

I write as play and hardly serious at all.
I cancel my subscription with every wave of my hand.
It's all about me and hardly about anyone else at all.
But when it's not, there is hope that somehow it will reach
the one that sees a part of them and me, together not
so far apart as to be strangers anymore.
Just a look is all it takes, love at first sight, has never failed.
We are angels flying so fast we stop in wonder of it all,
come down to...

Jesus saves, just so you can punish

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 15:21:05 GMT

The long-beaked Echidna is hard to find but easy to appreciate.

What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?
-Hawking, Stephen William

Why no bother at all....

On the first day of Christmas my true...

A False premise does not lead to a truth.

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:28:47 GMT

Some questions got asked, and while I do not recall ever "begging for spare change" I am asking for some spare answers, if of course you happen to have any to spare.

Why, Why, Why, oh Y E O makes me me think of Hawaii 5:-)0

<*****A False premise does not lead to a truth.****************************************************

> Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries...

Spin Cycle

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Fri, 15 May 2009 23:39:51 GMT

Spin Cycle

My mind or whatever else it can be called
and perhaps respond in some semi-coherent fashion to,
has a few things on it.

In no particular order:
exceptions that prove a rule
the meaning of life, besides the living of life, is to kill boredom, without actually doing harm, a sort of mercy demise of natural causes
time...

Add Snippets from your Favorite Songs

feeds@yuku.com (smzang) — Wed, 06 May 2009 22:34:04 GMT

"I built my house beside the wood
so I could hear you singing"

Nightingale by Leonard Cohen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT0tCUjPDOY

I forget myself

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Wed, 06 May 2009 09:59:01 GMT

not always me
some voices visit, inhabit
and speak these words below
above the fray I fly
but it's
not always me that flies.

first come , first serve

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:39:07 GMT

some doubt as to if land reform causes any permanent change,

as cycles endlessly spin control to and fro.

Back to the ancients,

that cast the world into the shape it has retained for millennia.

almost certainly any simulation would contain knowing players,

and those players would be constructs with a historical beginning

that included the basic myths we continue to be saddled with,

their inability...