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Author: | danlo60 [ Thu Apr 18, 2002 5:21 pm ] |
Post subject: | danlo's poetic musings |
This is some stuff I've done in the past (all copyright my real name in the years they're listed)--which will, hopefully, be integrated with new poems--I tend to write a whole bunch and then go years and years without doing anything--I've had about four such "bursts" in my lifetime, unfortunately most of my first burst was lost, but maybe posting, and editing, some old stuff will inspire #5... Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/28/05 10:56 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Fri Apr 26, 2002 9:57 pm ] |
Post subject: | The Goal of Man (1986) |
From Winter I jumped through the universe to hundreds of inhabited planets Understanding the engrams (yet still there was doubt) I had to face the truth that the human mind is unlimited and the prospect was frightening All and all I came so close yet Earth eluded me The Milky Way's seas of serenity, it's islands of madness Of stars and planets their warmth and their security none may abide alone too long in schizophrenic Pleadies Space It is impossible to be jealous of a woman with her own free-will yet the depths of your heart-fires attracted me and I cried as I drew near Place Of lovers and friends their warmth and their security my resolve toughened but failed to rise No matter where I travelled I still walked around as if in a dream on this isolated bubble-the Midway's chaos this side of the sideshow Man: tapped his inner strenght searching everywhere for themselves and had to decide There was always something greater something they could never touch words come back to haunt man It's something I recognize in silent conversations something that manuevers but doesn't interfere something I never talk about God: arose from the flames of Hell imploded by man's ignorance what epidremis? the atmosphere's thin shell? space, the stars and the universe God, ascending to the other plane stunted the Ice Age sealing this tiny terrarium in transformation about a warmth, a star: the Sun Oh! science can explain where we are in technical terms... ...we can only be amazed we remain where we do natural interdependancies defined by physical properties held in place by invisible holy intracasies there is a problem in this isolated bubble We: centered on God's immanance centered on our own needs and took no notice as his son shook his head Cast adrift in the midth of God's "precieved" disappearance a few did, however, and discovered themselves If we arrive anywhere as a species it will be due the few who believed in this miracle: man We don't realize we're being taught a lesson in focus with the aid of unseen hands a child is helped to walk and talk but it is up to the child to understand We are constanly fed new points of reference and their nexus is the goal of man the child has been weaned the playground fights are over sometimes it's hard to distinguish a gun from a handshake... Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 1/14/07 11:55 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue May 07, 2002 7:11 pm ] |
Post subject: | Do You Know Her? (1981) |
Life dances and rejoices in the promise of new found destiny She suggests things I always appreciate things most do not see mezimorph one with the order -being so light --there is no blight ---no ruin in the world ----the world is ----beautiful ---not by standards others set --there -and shining Someone once asked this stationary drifter is she, perhaps, your sister? yes, but we are not related (we are related) all beings carry the same blood (universal flood) what shall be has been created She is my sister-she is a star --she is ever with us --we are confused do you know her? ------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 5/7/02 12:13:24 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue May 07, 2002 7:33 pm ] |
Post subject: | Seasons (1984) |
If given=we exist resting on the surface the result of an explosion upon the result of an explosion the result of an explosion binaric limitation dualistic value systems wearing ruts in pattern desperately cling to status quo/furiously breaking the mold sensing subtle tremors once such faint vibrations the impending explosion of human conciousness Summer time: problems in preception time: relative extrapolation of perspective (consider=mountian) Fall ignorance: no patience with time ignorance: what has been omitted (consider=missile) Winter majority: little conception of the overview majority: time appears to have no patience (consider=explosion) Spring something: different approaches from the past infusing violent reaction a true plane/the new phase fear is a bush balling up its dying root trees expand and let go to see far something: is lost when entering a new phase but (aside from experience) something else is gained ---------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 5/7/02 4:32:03 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue May 07, 2002 8:35 pm ] |
Post subject: | The Crack Between Clouds/Elements in Unison (1983) |
What waxes and wanes in the crack between clouds? a glowing baby laughing out loud A beacon in this continental drift judges us without a sound illuminates their sides, underneath all around - - - - - - - - The oval moon rang yellow-white in the the crack between clouds and that was the warmth I'd been looking for When the elements move in unison I feel you miles away something about breathing something about discipline I can drop things that worry me devilish images only startle and amuse where there is no fear sometimes romantic fantasies just take up time sometimes romantics take time for granted There is no fear only motion forging through perpetual change Golden angels arrive at dawn I leave Golden angels bathe my path I persevere Golden angels far away I achieve a balance in a world of personal extremities You can't rely on one thing alone reinforcements are required I believe something happened between you two I hope someday it happens to me too I look to me to set some things in motion to motivate my motion to cleanse this clutter in my soul To achieve my gains: reinforcements are required to bask in the sunlight to watch the moon at night I do not walk alone walking alone CAN HUMANS BE AS MECURIAL AS THEY REALLY SEEM!?! WHAT Should I fight for? crazy, crazy dreams... I must SLASH the canvas of this paranoid picture!!!!!!!!! And remember that there is no fear only motion flowing with the elements forging through perpetual change ---------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 1/15/07 12:00 am </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue May 07, 2002 8:48 pm ] |
Post subject: | Too Much Chianti (1979) |
longhair flying soft snow falls all around me stomach crying from lack of food and too much Chianti had me figured for a wino? yeah!? well... had you figured for a flake the the scientists are all to blame for for atom bombs and acid rain love is a placebo in this drugstore game and all the children are insane The Bill of Rights is not found in the Bible call me a wino, will ya? Hah!...I'll sue you for libel I I live in a house full of flakes and and can't handle this crap-ass molasses when I awake! no, no so all be warned of rain and the bombs and certian sojourner of hyperspace passing himself off as: a poet named Tom -------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 4/30/06 4:42 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Wed May 08, 2002 9:13 pm ] |
Post subject: | New Mexico Remembers the '40s (1990) |
On a high canyon cracked mesa at the tail end of the Rockies surrounded by mountians and the Culandera-the lush bowl that stunning, beyond fertile, remnant of 6 sunken volcanos sits a city invented in Washington On a vast desert-alkali plain cut southwest by the San Andres watched and mourned by Salinas Peak just northwest of White Sand's alien loneliness is a marker where the 1st one went off Stopped at a traffic light on Oppenhiemer and Trinity in the middle of the high-tech federal-weirdness of the town of Los Alamos National Laboratories "We are the most brilliant people in the world bring ALL your problems to us!" So, you have "environmental" specialists and dozens of M.I.T. grads well, what exactly happens beyond your houses at those abrupt dead ends? that form into strange, deep, blackhole/arroyos casting sickish green-glows in the night and just who are those cancerous old-melting people who answer the door when I ring? I swore I saw spacemen in silver haz-mat suits far below on the Rio Grande pouring some kind of liquid from metal containers into the water but what do I know? You're the "experts" So, I'll, glady, be leaving now you've got more than enough on your hands with your radio telescopes all that global L.A.M.P.S. military-tactics plotting to take care of... lasers...computers... ashes from Japan... And all the nuclear waste you generate is now rolling in "tru-pacs" down I-25 joining Sandia's, Idaho's and Rocky Flat's by Santa Fe all "safe" as it trucks south through my hometown to the south, way down south, right by old Mexico down, down that big hole in the ground Kirtland, NORAD and SAC might protect you and your families as you smile and tour our great state just make sure as you do you remember to visit that little marker that stands between you and the W.I.P.P. --------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 1/15/07 12:02 am </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Wed May 08, 2002 9:39 pm ] |
Post subject: | Where is Laura? [dream recap] (1991) |
The shadow-viel clicks on in the underground of dreamland He fell from a stage down a tunnel (in the real world a killer walks among us...) Deep drugged-out feeling running underwater/getting nowhere Palm fronds sway as you look everywhere! music? In the distance? As if someone was searching above you crying, "Laura?!!!!!!, Laaaauuurrra!!!!" Suddenly you see the shadow man an invisible shilouette darts through dark palm fronds There's a huge FLASH, someone shoots him he explodes, leaving nothing! Covered in black soot the actor crawls out of that dead basement furnace into which he fell A hand touches your sweat-soaked shoulder Your father stands by the side of the bed saying "Laura, Laura!!!" "Wake UP!" -------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/25/02 11:25:52 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu May 09, 2002 4:26 pm ] |
Post subject: | Altitude Journey (1992) |
Now I am lost in the realm of clouds suspended by a thread of soft cirrus Scrambling up doing pullups on the edge of the mist-cliff barely hugging foundations of vapor I dangle above the abyss of Earth gold, silver, pink-grey trails flash by distracted, the sun turns my tan ultraviolet It disperses-my hands grasp at nothing! I fall to my death miles below Caught by a friend I am bouncing! on a buoyant strato-culumus waterbed The joyous jumping subsides, I am hiking down a translucent valley between cottonball mountians Whispy candyfloss caresses my face, I walk through it wavering on a deep azure parapet of dreams armadas of clouds all around A smaller one hovers above and I soar! grasping a thread of soft cirrus doing pullups on the edge of the mist-cliff I succeed and gain ground crawling, clawing twisting tendrils, asending I arise on the tip of a dragon's tounge and step off into void... ----------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/25/02 11:31:14 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu May 09, 2002 7:57 pm ] |
Post subject: | Reprise #2 (1990) |
soft constant pit-a-pat empathic gray-hues seep overhead local world silent respecting the rain as if God were sorry for the winds, burning sun allergies drought congestion and dust nature now composed; laughs at second-hands droplets settle on blooming red roses in slow motion silver auras seem to shiver ------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i></i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu May 09, 2002 8:39 pm ] |
Post subject: | View From the Counter (1990) |
green leaves flicking patches of dusky gray dip and sway on dark sienna branches trunks hidden by houses dirty cream stuccoes white-washed frame windows large pyrocantha bushes reveal splashes of Spanish tile inbetween the buildings sandy coleche packed alleyways fall away towards downtown telephone poles rise wires criss-cross the sky almost white, very light, blue beneath unseen noonday sun limbs swing in an attempt to strangle false trees and those who died trying must be pruned to make room for more wires three huge four by five plate glasses appear to provide this view one is blotted out by a big croissant poster screaming:"go ahead, make my sandwich!" the sign on a wall adjacent threatens to suck your poor nose into a giant, gaping, almost 3-D, straw to drown in a bubbling cola sea blue, red, green, tan vehicles of all shapes and sizes flash by sparking and sparkling bright sun relections a vibrant potted plant by a "smart-phone" augments the door to the left as a group of college summer school students yaking, rustling papers walk in pouring themselves into booths for coffee and discussing ...nothing in particular... -------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/25/02 11:40:43 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Fri May 10, 2002 1:37 am ] |
Post subject: | Dealing With Your Conscience (1992) |
It's very quiet -almost too quiet --in the rock garden ------of my inner-mind This solitude has a name: Devonia -mutating properties ---impenaterable mental space It is not mine -just a borrowed incubator --where I hide and add coal to the glow of the unknown completely detached so far away ---when I visit Earth this rarely happens ----why it doesn't I really can't say... For time is now coming to a stop ----as the unexplained is already familiar --------------------and vibrations rise and rise I see this all happening from Liecia on the other side of space I pray that this time this time it will work sucking all that is so deep into the very depths of my soul ----bathing the universe with rarefied love love of creation love of being love of the celebration of celebration! with love we can conquer all this insane power-lust! and all these petty little games that flow forth ----all the blood they've spilt ----all the wasted lives ----all the sacrifice to a devil who knows it's all wrong If you cared really cared your devil would too... I know nothing yet my sensors are severely effected reaching out, as far out as possible, to Earth from Gamma-Epsilon cluster and across the Milky Way I see and encounter no such devil The collective mind of this planet believes you have all made the whole thing up you have done nothing wrong the sins of your fathers wash down generations we shake our heads and wonder why you feel responsible for them On Liecia, and Earth, we observe and can not interfere but we hope and we pray every hour of your days that you might learn what responsibility truly is leading with love setting examples reaching out to one another letting go of self caring for your planet seeing all is one learning everything you already know There comes a time when all beings of light and life stand before the galactic council yet before we/you are allowed to translate at the appointed place there will be alot of questions... dealing with your conscience ------------------------------------------------------- Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/25/02 11:58:13 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu Aug 01, 2002 11:37 pm ] |
Post subject: | Resisting the Urge (1986) mostly Frank Herbert quote |
Once again compelled to paper a tree disturbed by the white man's world writing on insubstantial almost transparent paper resisting the urge... satrically eyeing events as they intersect impatiently undersexed smoking cigarettes pacing about like a matron in a fraternity ward we're (all) the whackos of the world creative insane intelligent ignorant there is only one world we have to share with it we may not have asked for it we have to do the best we can with it we're (all) the whackos of the world resisting the urge...- I am everything and nothing I am one with all living matter I am something far more than a sensory system and it's appetites I am evolved far beyond you who are called Hoquat I look backwards to see you I see your lives based on cowardice your judgements arise from illusions you tell me unlimited growth and consumption are good then your biologists tell me this is cancerous and lethal to which Hoquat should I listen? you do not listen you think you are free to do anything that comes into your minds thinking this you remain afraid to liberate your spirits from restaint I will tell you why this is you fear to create because your creation mirrors your true selves you believe your power lies in an ultimate knowledge which you forever seek as children seek parental guidance where is the attonement for your violent acts throught your histories? we are born innocent yet innocense without conscious is a plague upon the earth I take an innocent of your people to sacrifice for all the innocents you have murdered The innocent will go with all the other innocents into the spirit place thus will the sky and earth balance- Must every millenium your cycle be purged? can you ever, will you ever, think for yourself? or are you content to perpetuate ignorance resisting the urge... The power of ahimsa is not just the readiness to die. It is the willingness to live. To live utterly without fear - this is a fearsome thing. <i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/9/02 6:49:42 pm </i> |
Author: | Skywier [ Mon Dec 09, 2002 4:31 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Resisting the Urge (1986) mostly Frank Herbert quote |
very nice health and healing<i></i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu Dec 26, 2002 7:06 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Danlo's poetic musings |
The crappiest thing about being a poet--is how to edit your stuff without going off on some useless ego-trip! But I'll tell you one thing, "Where is Laura?" scares the total be-Jesus out of me!!!!! guess you had to be there! brrrrrrrr..... And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited. Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/31/05 11:52 am </i> |
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