Artistic Expressions

lebelvedere · 09-13-2010, 06:44 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DMACK

The shape of my vessel is two dimensional
The beginning and end, the middle lasts no time.
My matter travels through the tightest of spaces
One grain of me follows the other, in harmony or rage.
I feel the pull of gravity, yet try to stem it daily
Occasionally I freely go with the tide of time.
Often those around me are similar of thought
Though once in a moment their company is overwhelming.
I speed my motion to remove myself from their presence
Yet I meet them or similar along this journey of time.
The warmth of closeness and the rush of wind and air
The outward reflection of the earth, are mere rooms.
My time is near its end I am but a grain of sand
In this hour glass of time, will I ever revolve again?

by
David

Bravo, David!! There's an American tradition of 2-line poems in the same direction you took:

The old dog barks without getting up;
I can remember when he was a pup.
by Robert Frost

Here's mine:

Ode to September 9

When you can hear the train,
It's going to rain.

Tom

DMACK · 09-13-2010, 10:39 AM

Bravo Tom

And when your sitting on a bus
and hear ones life and all its fuss
ride the ride as it maybe
this ride in time could you're life be

David

ps .........personal messages are indicated at the top right hand where your user name is......................if there is a number there it means you have a personal message ...........click to open...................

DMACK · 09-13-2010, 11:54 AM

Sometimes we hear but don't listen

Sometimes we See but do not comprehend [more a case of we....see...what we see]

Sometimes we talk...[& disagree ,,,,,more so..we do not agree
..when the two points above have not registered.

Sometimes we talk and no one listens [that's okay and perfectly normal]

Sometimes we..Try

Sometimes we Don't try [sometimes others do not try]

Sometimes we Live in hope

Sometimes we Live in Despair

Sometimes we talk........and what we say is: heard, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and at times its not...........Other times its misconstrued and ignored..........this to is right........[ that's a human element ]

Sometimes we have not got a clue? ...........................

David

DMACK · 09-15-2010, 06:25 AM

The train is on its way
Do I catch it, do I stay?

The rain is overdue to fall
My cup is full can’t catch it all

I’m told the sun will shine today
My strife in life it won’t allay

A curious cure is not much to ask
A cure for the curious is just a mask

A silent voice a patient ear
Eyes that see my inner fear

One thousand times I have thought this thought
No bullets or poison have I bought.

This wretched pain has left a scar
And one not seen by those afar

But dear friend you have a life that’s full
Though the thought of death has a greater pull

By
David

Alffe · 09-15-2010, 07:49 AM

A suicidal thought is NOT initiated by the mind as a way to harm the person.
It is initiated by the mind as a misguided attempt to protect the person. By understanding its intent you will be able to redirect it with self esteem and self love in place...fear will not be able to stimulate the negative cascading psysiological affects that make so many of us tire to the point of accepting suicide as the solution."

~Pter

Alffe · 09-15-2010, 08:39 AM

Shooting the Horse

by David Shumate

I unlatch the stall door, step inside, and stroke the silky neck
of the old mare like a lover about to leave. I take an ear in
hand, fold it over, and run my fingers across her muzzle. I
coax her head up so I can blow into those nostrils. All part of
the routine we taught each other long ago. I turn a half turn,
pull a pistol from my coat, raise it to that long brow with the
white blaze and place it between her sleepy eyes. I clear my
throat. A sound much louder than it should be. I squeeze the
trigger and the horse's feet fly out from under her as gravity
gives way to a force even more austere, which we have named
mercy.

DMACK · 09-15-2010, 06:52 PM

Maji Bo Mirdin, Bimra Bo Jiyan" (Kurdish Saying) :

Translation : Dont Live Waiting For Death, But Die Fighting For Life.

It is from a poem by Ibrahim Ahmed

David

DMACK · 09-19-2010, 05:56 PM

THROUGH MY EYES

Words at times are said in kind
Other words with no thought of mind.
Words can hurt and cause distress
Hurt no more or kind words less.
Intelligent words spoken can confuse
They only taunt and not amuse.
Scoff and scorn to imply power
Comforts me less in this hour.
See the cause of anger wrath
Choose to take another path.
Leave thy thoughts of anguish be
And stop to think!!!!!!!!
When attacking me.

David