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Poetry

Lost Life Loss

a memory

it is not mine

upon a log I sit

‘neath the snowy pine

under darkened sky

beside earthen stove

a bitter wind kicks up

in the moonlit grove

the jingle of the horse & sleigh

as it carries him so far away

I cannot weep, I do not cry

a muted heart is breaking

and as the silence lies

a frozen bough is snapping – loud

to crack the quiet

still, expected in the freeze

I do not startle, there is no breeze

no wind at back to impel me

my bones have stiffened here

my mind is anything but clear

as the winter’s solitude

forces delusions rather rude

inner quietude never did follow outer

now it’s simply easier to hear

internal screaming

though the fire burns, continuous

it takes us not

because it cannot reach

what we refuse we got

buried below

alive and dead

some peace & love

blessings bestowed

how are these all stripped from me?

as he plods on down the snowy path

I know he won’t be coming back

so I’m wrecked to watch him leave

though it is not my memory

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Poetry

Kinda feels like “going”

It always ends

like a Robert Frost poem

he speaks
in a language she does not understand

she tries,
but he is wizened, suspicious

innocence has no place on a tired vine
bird shit scattered over the fields

wash your produce, she says
           and he takes it all wrong
                   “What’s she on about now
                 I’m tired of it”

he’s cracking, she’s cracked

yes, when we resign our wills
to others,
when we bend

we believe we will not break
until the ripping point is reached

will another aimless traveler
risk his life to rescue me

or shall I unravel the web
I’m caught in
and escape myself

after all,
there is no independent existence

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Buddhism Poetry

Simple Wisdom

In the Unforgetting World, attachment is inevitable
so my simple wisdom is this:

Attachment will rise
and as a wish fulfilled, it will fall

Your mind creates a story
you must see it all

If you see the tall tale clearly
and Dharma you recall,

Just apply a simple virtue
then, with love, enjoy it all

Tags attachment, Buddhism, creative writing, enjoy life, enjoyment, imagination, love, mental alertness, mindfulness, poem, Poetry, relax, story making, unforgetting world, wisdom

Poetry

I am not a thrill seeker
I have already felt such falls
I no longer live on the edge
enjoying such close calls
I am not a party animal
I prefer my nights alone
passing by the cemeteries
imagining my gravestone
I do not appear a fun person
for my joy comes from within
and what I seek is simple
virtuous and absent sin
a place without people,
a cave of calm, a sea of silence
except birdsong, except the animals
here among       the rotting leaves
      just myself – grasped mistaken
moment by moment foregone

just letting go

       un fun
              un riled
                    un identified
              less
        self
              less
                    un identified
              un riled
       un fun

just letting go

moment by moment foregone
      just myself – grasped mistaken
here among       the rotting leaves
except birdsong, except the animals
a cave of calm, a sea of silence
a place without people,
virtuous and absent sin
and what I seek is simple
for my joy comes from within
I do not appear a fun person
imagining my gravestone
passing by the cemeteries
I prefer my nights alone
I am not a party animal
enjoying such close calls
I no longer live on the edge
I have already felt such falls
I am not a thrill seeker

Tags calm, creative writing, happiness, joy, nature, party pooper, peace, poem, Poetry, seeking, self, solitary enjoyment, solitude, un fun

Poetry

Halloween Haunt

I don’t feel right
I can’t be normal
an alien in another’s skin —
how uncomfortable at times
I see myself needing
I see myself performing
I watch the satisfaction of each urge
depressed (only) momentarily, popped
deflated pimple, red, temporary
embarrassing, addictive
craving will resurface, a monster
people argue its existence — Loch Ness —
but the lie lays bare before us
recognized or not

so, it is with robotic sensibilities
I feel myself refuse to yield
to another pointless pleasure
and instead feel pain!
which I know is not the way —
but how else will I recognize
when I am being led astray
if not by monitoring such deceits
especially harmful, discovering

my own mind is the evil
that haunts me

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Poetry

Part of it all

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I want to be
part of it all
not individual and alone
not an add-on, but integral
I want my purity to be yours
and I want to spark the virtue
in all minds, together
like water, taking shape

I want to see
the aggregate of aggregates
“I” am
I want to see the “I” differently
so I am not trickster-trapped
by selfish self-cherishing
grasping the most important “me”

I want to be
the cedar on the rock,
the bark on the trunk,
a drop of water in the earth
a molecule of worth
immeasurable yet meaningful
a part of it all

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Poetry

Tired, but waking up

I’m tired of being blamed for the
inadequacies of others

reflected back at them
glaring

omissions come to light

you hate it, yes,
but it’s your mind’s appearance

though you cannot concede,
conceive
such truth

let the mirror show

I am tired

and so not accountable

for you

for me,
             I take full responsibility
though I depend
completely
   upon the kindness of all beings
                 for every   little   thing

for my actions – wait
— ha-ha, I see!

now just what they have
done to me

I, too, have reflections
   staring back
        challenging
             to acknowledge, purify

and why not rejoice
while at it

lucky tired me
I am my own mirror

clearly,
I see.

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Poetry

significant irrelevance

the suffering of mediocrity
   may force descent
into obscurity
        creating happiness
in lack      a simplicity
   now tempting
soothing
   a balm for chaos
out of reach
        while chasing fame’s
   firefly light   —    too brief

but that’s all he had
   no eyes on me
and false transcendence
    on his teeth
a crooked smile
    that sucked you in,
        that devilish grin
and the way with words
   and pen

maddening
        my own seeds
of frustration
     anger
               ripening

never free
until the causes
are purified: undo
unhappiness-to-be

enter —
the space and freedom
of mediocrity

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Playlist Poetry Saturday Expressions

Hard to Swallow: A Playlist Poem Adjacent | Session 17

Post author By K. Samways
Post date October 21, 2023
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Hard to Swallow
A Poem dependent upon 15 songs

Runtime: 59min

I’ve to remind myself
       how I feel has nothing to do
            with what I can see now
                  for what I see does not function
to produce such un peace
       yet here it arises as if
            I were heroin-deficient
my mind chiming
                you make me feel
                you make me feel

and          how I hate to hear that lonesome
whistle blow
              knowing       it’s our time to
go       100, 500, 900 miles
from            wisdom, further away as
uncontrolled                  desire blooms,
wounds, pierces all the wrong places,
                births desperation, debases

a toxin edged along the blade
                    a goddamn shame
slit wrists, caught in the undertow
cold as sorrow      I can’t breathe
       I’ll drown you with me
steeped attachment       deep
       & tormented       held tightly
to my weak mind
       I’m not alright

I wished it wouldn’t happen
but here the karma ripened
and I found it hard

didya think it’d be easy?
              if it was easy, everybody’d do it too
don’t be the fool & certainly
                     don’t give up
don’t let me steal this moment from you
now       get through the messy muck
       and find relief, in faithful peace
                     grasping’s           release

but in ignorance, more so
tell me that you won’t let go