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Postby Terry D » Fri Dec 10, 2004 12:14 am

“A Garden of Youth”


May this Garden, revive my youth,
eternal, alive, a body, a flower, truth,
an essence manifested, as winged dove,
an essence of respect and youthful love.
Essence and flower, a garden, a grove,..
once lost, sacred presence, within tranquility,
an essence of youth, of zestful immortality.

Garden meditation, welcome the Immortal,
flower growing, sacred seed, Timeless Portal,
youth, animating youth, one with the sacred,
one with the soil, the Garden, the blessed bed,
an essence manifested, as winged dove,
an essence of respect and youthful love.
Essence and flower, a garden, a grove,..
youth, the wanderer within the Presence
Meditation, mystery, soft, inner silence…

Youth, seen, without being seen, hidden in golden ring,
listening, comprehending,.. giving without receiving,
youth invisible, “I want to see you”, virgin white dove,
youth, my heart welcomes you, veneration, child's love.
Without youth, can one see? Give? Comprehend?
Youth, within you, I want to be you… my soul mend,
youth, this garden’s earth be blessed, open my sleeping eye,
awaken inside, within the presence, the breath, the sky,
Be blessed, dance in happiness, sing in peace,
within the sacred presence of Youth’s release!
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Postby Terry D » Thu Jan 20, 2005 9:56 pm

"Dream Night"

A sublime of dream, gave birth,
at night, upon Elvish gardens fair...
slumbering in vacant eye, listening ear,
in music, on lutes,.. slumberous truth...
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Postby Terry D » Thu Oct 13, 2005 5:40 am

"Sail Upon Ocean, Slumber ‘neath Willows"

A chorus of dream leaves imploring,
starlight rejoicing, shimmering, pouring,
a sail, the leaves, flutter forth, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode,
forest voices dreamt, hopeful clusters of flight,
in seas of tree's, oceanic butterflies delight,
billions, in starlight, recite sacred song,..
whispering, the name of God, as a guru forlorn,
so few, of steady faith, seek sweet joy, unending,
contemplate Life Force, or, their own higher being,
dream with Avatars, Gurus, Saints and Sages,
Dream Discoverers, Revealers, open up the pages,
through centuries, countless scholars sought proof,
while poets, prophets, dreamed unto Unending Truth,
yet, what is dream~believed, is not necessarily sure,
God, both outside and inside of ourselves, 'tis true,
cleanse your own temple, with the Divine converse,
take responsibility for your own personal universe...
in moon’s embrace, in comfort blessed,
under oaks, as seas, this lovely, forest,
moss laden branches, in dream, shadowy moan,
dream’s hug, night's kiss, tenderly known...
Reflected, surfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how the deep darkening shadow,
dense depth, tries to darkly swallow,
the image reflected in dream hollow...
A sail, the leaves, flutter forth, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode...
Unity in Diversity is taught by all great teachers,
the Master knows His devotees dedication, as seekers,
begin, as you realize the spark of divinity within you,
grasp your inner reality, by reducing your selfish ego,
reduce egotistic 'I', whilst developing what is divine,
seek the Eternal way, to ignite spark, "I am, that I am",
that ancient path, to ancient truth, will teach how to spark,
understand, develop and manifest your blessed divinity heart,
is it possible to expand humanity’s vision?
as God looms Gigantic, in clouds of Mysticism,
is it believing that we are aspects of the Divine?
the spirit, the energy that pervades the sublime...
Dreams, in tides, wishful currents urge,
gather upon seas of forgotten, lost word,
gathering seashells upon whispering sands,
as if, starfish and sea pearls, in dreamy lands,
remembering, occasionally, to genuflect,
on the water and hillside, as dreams reflect,
the memory of seeds, seas and moon's tide,
that comfort in whispers, muffled to hide,
the secret soul, soft surf and sweet sky,
search for the truth, as ebbing tides try,
to disguise the sea, as a forest womb,
green glazed, ocean and oak surround,
that silence of omens, the stillness of motion,
as breathing tides pulse, in a dreaming ocean.
Reflected, surfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how the deep darkening shadow,
dense depth, tries to darkly swallow,
the image reflected in dream hollow...
night voyage in starlight, sweet sea song,
seeking for the home, where you belong,
asleep on sea-grasses, tossing on tides,
dreams, memories, whispering replies,
of silences spoken, secrets awoken,
in starlight and moon glow welcome...
A sail, the leaves, flutter forth, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode,
Reflected, surfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how the deep darkening shadow,
dense depth, tries to darkly swallow,
the image reflected in dream hollow...

Dark, deep tide flows nightly,
with voices curious, invitingly,
the sea, in currents, envelop, surge,
the stars enlighten, the mental image,
A sail, the leaves, flutter forth, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode...
Is it probable to expand our limited universe?
expanding humanity’s vision of itself, first,
believing that we are all aspects of the Divine,
each of us spirits, within the energy outside Time,
past civilizations revered the human body, earth born,
many temples and pyramids were based on its strict form,
those nine months of development, seed in embryo, new,
reflection, the nine incarnations of Avatar Vishnu,
the Patriarchs taught the human body was a miniature,
a micro-universe, which indicates, a revelation obscure,
to understand, the Hermetic axiom, leads to love,
"as above so below, and so below as above"...
hushed child, dreams in sleep safely,
as breezes refresh long lost memory,
with fluttering fields of firefly tones,
houses haunted with deep unknowns,
the forest unveils memory stilled,
awakened in twilight’s, damp chill,
night’s eyes stir the moon’s light,
breezes softly sweep this night,
hope, dream is awakening still,
join in the sea-song, joyous, trill.
Reflected, surfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how the deep darkening shadow,
dense depth, tries to darkly swallow,
the image reflected in dream hollow...

Night has come, illumed in hushed veil,
upon soft beds, where memories trail,
sleeping, sweetly with gentle butterflies,
or spider beguiled, in wondrous, webbed lies,
upon dream breezes, floating, endless desires,
as sea air spires, forest moss hair, alit with fireflies,
haunting ships sail, as stars twinkle and fade,
haunted shadows fail, on glen and glade,
to worship the parts, as if they were All,
is fallacy and falsity, a limited funeral pall,
Lemurian merged with Atlantean, in sun worship flight,
the Gospels, Apocrypha, granted celestial Son insight,
that glorious, celestial, symbolism of the Sun,
the Son, Christ, not Sun-god, reveals all is One,
Christmas celebrations, of the miraculous Birth,
as we, constellations, lights, sparkles of His worth,
A sail, the leaves, flutter forth, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode,
and moonlight envelops whispering waves,
and midnight softly, slowly, sweetly unveils,
orbiting planets, crescendos of comets,
passing through space on stellar jets,
as over the dream waters, tempest seas toss,
galleons and mermaids, seek divine, ever lost,
there is indeed Divinity, that we can all trust,
the Divine, Celestial Sun, fulfilling, within us,
the inner Christ, expresses, the Lion in the Stars,
through our thoughts, feelings, actions, in memory afar,
Right thinking, Right feeling, Right action, most grand,
as ancients have told us, we begin as a grain of sand,
in eons of memory, we each become a magical universe,
to unite with, 'I am that I am' and all that exists,
so seek ye, the light that created 'All that Is',
it is One, they are one, we all are one, believe,
Buddhists, incarnate the Buddha, as if Christians, seeing,
the Immortal, Divine spirit, animating every living being,
A sail! A sail!! in sea-forest, dream night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if, those who remain, in their simple, safe abode,
as twisting sea-spouts, spiral and spin.
haunted ships, guided by stars twin,
steer uncertain course without, within
Reflected, surfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how the deep darkening shadow,
dense depth, tries to darkly swallow,
the image reflected in dream hollow...

A sail, dream leaves, fluttering, in forest night,
steering wandering dreamer, in deep dreaming delight,
upon horseback, the dream, through dappled path rode,
as if 'twere, those who remain, in their dreaming abode,
still seek the sheltering haven, which embraces the Blessed,
with sail and compass, steed and rein, nearing final rest,
upon the King’s highway, forested track, the deep sea-tides
the way of the Blessed, the sheltering rest, where love abides.
Reflected, resurfacing images return,
as surely seen, with eyes that yearn,
to envision and dream and learn,
how futile, the deep darkening shadows,
dense depth, cannot, does not swallow,
these image awoken, arisen on dream pillows,
as we sail upon ocean and slumber ‘neath willows....
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Postby Terry D » Thu Oct 13, 2005 5:40 am

Would you like to join me on a stroll through my gardens of oaks? Perhaps, if the weather is fine, even to the western regions, 'neath the magnificent "Frienship Oak"?

Just outside the glass doors of my Window, lay a Garden of Oaks... To my right lay five huge pines, five being an operant number of man... To the south of the pine grove, lay a two magnificent oaks... the "Oak of Salvation" and the "Dual Oak of Empathy",.. what lay beond, south of these two ancient, Architec-tured in Love, Patricah and Matriach of the Garden, lay the triune Oak of Deity!

Across the street, of Western Avenue, south of the Garden of Empathy, lay the only oak which rivals the "Friendship Oak". It is the undulating giant, the "Oak of the Big Love"! South of that lay the realm of the Holy Sprirt, the "Oak of Harmonious Empathy"!:) This matronly behemoth, with huge branches, which trail lumberous on the ground, as elepantine lebs laying sleepily upon her mother... this mother of Empathy, connects to the twins it bore upon the northern shores... Remember, a heart clothed in mossy rainments within, those who adorn their hearts with clothings of loving-kindness, those are they, whom may actually see the twin oaks of Empathy, those two, both male and female, who bow in winds of life, to their great mother across the street... the Holy Cloud of God, the very stars in which the Lion sings!!!

To the east of these twin, leafy presences, lay the "Oak of Love", the oak of the Living Sun, the Lion in the Stars... the oak of Balance, the oak of Fulfillment, the oak of Completness, the oak of Song...

North of these, once again cross the street,.. lay the Garden of Empathy,.. within this realm of seven oaken giants, just outside my window doorway, lay the "Oak of Kindness", in the northwest cornor of the garden of magical discovery, my closeset friend,.. I gaze for hours each week, upon this kind friend. To the east lay the "Second Oak of Love", harmonious through empathic mercy-kindness, I have dwelt many moonfalls and sunrises underneath this gentle giant, I have tossed myriad communities of blue-white-silver laced moss upon its hallowed bowers... ahhhhhhhhh...

Entertwined in green and brown arms and fingers laced with moss,.. in the north of the Oaken Garden of Empathy, towers the "Loving Oak"! This beauty has a bench kneeling at love's knees, many come to sit upon this weatherworn stone bench, and relax in the lunchtime, or contemplate the grace of life! These two blessed companions, kindness and love, glisten as dewdrop kisses of sunrise, sparkle in mossy tangles of delight!

To the furthest east of the garden, from my loving Kind, lay a most peculiar tree, at first I mistook it for a non-native, northern oak, then, I disputed its identity, the Sawtooth Oak, having been awarded this name, due to its sawlike leaves... but, no, alas, it is not any of these, a search upon oaks, requires more time, yet, it is worthwile to return to this lovely tree to inquire of its name, to dwell in its presents!

But south of this unknown mystery, lay the "Oak of Mercy". This tree is bliss!!!!! It is among the lovliest in this magical Garden, it is certainly among the tallest! Veiled in communities of lace and the lovingest moss of mercy, flurried with breezy hope... To the south of this lay the "Oak of Human Empathy". This is the gateway to crossing the street south. A most fortuitous friend! It connects in the triune of its dual companion far west, at the cornor of the street, the entrance unto the most magnificent of all the oaks, the "Friendship Oak"!

But, that is later, even if it is that, which this stroll is all about,.. let us remain in this front door garden, for a lingering bit... To the west of one ot the empathic oaks, lay the "Oak of Pity", a most righteous friend! Entangled upon and within her leafy shoulder, that moss laden scene of green leaves of magical pity, lay the wonderous "Peace Oak"!!!! Directly across the street, the pathway to the Firendship Circle, lay the "Oak of the Big Love"! What twins of equitsite effevescence, unparralled companions, gurading the street unto Friendship, one in the Garden of Empathy, the other, to the south, nestled within the Garden of Deity!!!

Oh, yes, this stroll was about the most magnificent of oaks, the blessed "Friendship Oak", this most stupendous of Dendrologic delight, has as its hidden name, "Oak of Compassion",.. as everyone knows the gateway into empathy! Well, that may be another stroll, for nightime twinkles in starlight of empathic dream... a chance to sleep with the butterflies, in gardens of mossy dreams...

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Postby Terry D » Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:59 am

"Celestial Kiss"

As Midsummer eve at dusk,
an extended twilight of trust,
colored the darkness of deep night,
as if lips were a moon, full bright,
bathing each dewy blade of grass,
every shadow of form and substance,
in a lingering twilight fashion,
a reflected lunar passion,
a Dreamer's wish...
a celestial Kiss!

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Celestial Kisses Fair Ladys!!!

Continue on, into the bliss you give us all!
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 07, 2006 4:22 am

"The Edge of Twilight"

In vaporous mist, dances the Dawn,
through sleepy forest, doe and fawn,
snuggled in deer dreams, nearly asleep,
as sprites whisper "dear ones Lovers meet,
at the edge of twilight, the begin of Day,
in Sacred Grove, come out to play."
The sky, afire, with ethereal starlight,
coupled in love, twilight and night,
fluidic, searching within and without,
with kisses to cure, lips that pout.
Oh, fire elemental, visible-invisible,
awaken the day, with truth simple,
friends belong in friendship-true,
the dancing Dawn awakens in you.
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Postby RavenTinuviel » Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:10 am

Beautiful Terry! This reminds me so much of the butterfly garden! :)
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Postby Goldberri007 » Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:01 pm

Ooh, I really like that last one... it's beautiful. You are still such an amazing poet, Terry! ^_^
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Postby Terry D » Mon Oct 01, 2007 4:04 pm

"erinhue"

This dream we all partake in
recalls our moment's pause.
A poem, mystical vision,
this home, that is our house.

Return to memories tender,
to moments of which we shared.
and thoughtfully, carefully remember,
that once we knew not each other, nor dared.

Return as pilgrims on wander,
as Bard, to home and hearth.
Ever returning to worlds unnumbered,
as yet unborn, we discover our worth.

The fate of the one we love,
is dear as even our home.
Let each hand slip into glove,
and treasure his life as a tome.

For he is a Bard blessed,
a star from some distant time.
The Beloved mysterious,
who has given us delight with rhyme.

With veiled eyes we hide tears,
yet, weep soulfully, we must.
Golden, we held the Bard for years,
as our souls awakened from dust.
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Postby Terry D » Tue Oct 02, 2007 4:58 am

"Lingering Listener"

listen slowly, caressing each word,
hearing one spoken, the others are heard,
linger behind, embracing, as others will follow,
finger each letter, fulfilling, message fills hollow,
listen for meaning in one word, others dance on,
as one word is spoken, embrace, arm in arm,
with that singular moment, spoken and sure,
when one word becomes more, enticing allure,
now listen, dear heart, pause, reverently reflect,
each word has its message, hidden, glistening wet.


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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:01 am


Promise me, promise me, promise me now,
with sunshine bouquets, make your vow,
on zeniths of faithfulness, promise,
never to crush, in friendship cherish.

In mountains of kindness, your heart give,
no violence, no terror, in peacefulness live,
walk in the Light, remain a little bit shy,
transform, as a caterpillar unto butterfly.

From the bowels of Earth Mother, release in flame,
remember the starlight, be happy again,
of woman and man, no enemy there,
compassion and kindness, do share.

Without limit, with love, always respond,
to tame the terrors, beasts in humankind.
At day rise, in solitude, arise tender hearts,
face courage with calm eyes, cruelty departs.

As sunrise is smiling, blossoming flower,
awaken to travels, thousands an hour,
worlds of birth and death, genuflect,
with head bent down, in gentle respect,

Know this, that love is eternal, still,
on road long suffering, of love fill,
the light of the sun, dries tears, we have wept,
and the moonlight is soothing, guiding each step.


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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:27 am

An interlude of gratitude... never take for granted, what lays before your eyes... this magical companionship connects, reveals, enlivens, drink deeply...

A flower will grow,
the nectar is sweet....
Drink deep.
The desert is still,
and darkness will fall....
Drink deep.


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Dear gentle breeze, clear moonlit skies,
listen as the flowers cry.

Dark shadows creep and subtly dance
'neath timbered stout, or, rotting branch.
The fox and rabbit hide about,
questioning, full of lingering doubt.

Under glistening starlight, uncertain dreams,
listen for the sobbing streams.

The teary meadow, whispering dew,
has veiled its heart, uncertain view.
When twinkling darknight, tearful trembles,
look skyward, see the stellar candles.

The woeful heart, within the trees,
releases sobs upon this breeze.

We yearn, with dreams, starlit high,
and fill the air with doleful sigh.
The breeze is drifting through the rain,
as we in silence, release our pain.

Treasure buried under mountain stair,
is wrapped in shadows, with mossy hair.
Now lost under starlit night,
our dreams are merely hidden sight.

Oh gentle breeze, dear moonlit heart,
make ready, as we uncertain start...
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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:23 am

Rmembering those I have come to know,.. dream on, sweet friends, dream on,..



I stared, transfixed, where they stared,
my breath held in throat, pausing,
as I took in the sight before me, beauty rare,
photos of us, not so long ago, time taking,
but never to be seen, before this twilight,
for all to see, clear, in black and white...

Ebony, dark on white satin, sublime,
shadows, barely hidden, almost new,
through the image, eyes with mine,
sight to sight, breathtaking, true,
eyes seeing self, less harsh, more truthful,
and we stared, and walked, it was beautiful...

Through the night, admirers, we walked,
among tenderness, images, for display,
revealing as photos, casually remarked,
a congratulations of clarity, at play,
thank God, that all good, certainly is eventual,
we walked among our images, it was beautiful....
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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:00 am

"Mystical Memories"

I read through this manuscript, your life to view,
a question gradually nods awake, took shape
in my mind, my heart, my dreams, how do?
we locate memoirs too dear, and memories
fallen like leaves?
Creation provides...
a glimpse so rare, that inner psyche, the pursuits of life,
that portrait portrays autobiographies penned
with a poignant reminiscence, an elegance
of wish's sensitivity, that captures
and constructs the Past to hold?
Creation captures...
within the inventive, extraordinary whole, a composite, a completion,
a coming anew, bonding between generations, no less than within
generations, that resilience of individual, no less community,
or memory, of what might have been, love and affection,
nurtured as family, interaction, kinship, memory,
a memoir of magic, a magician's spell?
Creation remembers...
remarkable things, Autumn leaves, seeds, sandy shores and surprises
recollections, smiles, mystical memoirs, glowing in firefly light,
saddles and sandboxes, voiceless sounds, symbols, salves, sages
and psalms, signs, sequestered in something much more,
sidestreets, side shows, sight seeings, sweet scents,
everthing, nothing is endless wealth?
Creation sees...
tribulations and strife, poetry and bliss, sympathy for old and young,
the persistence of memory to recall what's best, and reflect
on silvered ponds what's new, on waves, what's old is told
in glasses of wine, or, grapes in crystalline bowls,
capture desires, as grams of grain, a harvest
of nightfalls and days, long gone, spent,
renewed, resurgent, genuflecting?
Creation desires...
the ultimate, the acute, the electric, the tides, the mantras, all
whole and complete and never to be, the partial, the spent,
days on end, scripts, schools, suns, incense, heavens,
that wrap us and hold us in memories too dear,
and collapse us to tears, or, laughter
that will not end?
Creation awakens...
that Dark day, when birds place heads under wings to roost,
while lotus petals nod and night-flowers grow,
and mind, as the sun, sets....
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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:57 am


Forgivable? The familiar had a habit of creeping
up unexpectedly and demanding attention, sneaking
its way into the mind's repertoire, then, blurting
out of the fingers and onto the keyboard, amazing,
it didn't break anything along the way.
as if the issue could be resolved merely,
by speaking the words like some kind of commandment,
a matriarchal directive from on high, resplendent,
as mountain of the moon, or, some cosmic accident,
typing out incessantly, or, hushed in foreign accent.

But now is not the time, for a lack of boundaries,
now requires discipline, to map out vague uncertainties,
a genetic code of music, with which to close your eyes,
as your fingers keep tapping out those familiar replies,
it dosen't break anything along the way,
and the issue can be resolved, merely,
just listen for the voices, the familiar recitation,
behind toneless noise, and play on, play, your rendition,
of just the C scale, now well into its 4,000th repetition,
or, slip into a semblance of a Für Elise, type syncopation.
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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 10:28 am

Arwen kneads the bread, the gum of dough peeling
away from cautious fingers reluctantly, feelingly,
while snow falls into the hollow pit of the town below.
The resounding slap of flesh against grainy flesh echoes,
through the kitchen, through the house, through her life
and through his life, coming to rest finally, from strife,
against the aging flowered paper, decorating budded folds.
Push and fold. Fold and turn. Turn the inside out, expose
what was hidden to the indiscriminate heat of creation.
Shaping loaves. Shaping lives. Because she will fashion,
then, break the heel for him, because she will serve
it warm with dripping, melting butter, in palms curved,
as he waits at the table, because she has always done this,
she will walk later, out into that snowy pit, seeking bliss.
And she will remember that she left the golden band hidden,
on the kitchen counter, where it wouldn't become sodden,
clogged with the mess and stickiness of raw, doughy, bread.
So, softly, she retruned to the kitchen with shuffling tread.
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Postby Terry D » Thu Apr 24, 2008 11:08 am

in the Leeward Islands of the Caribbean,
in early dusk, with sunlight in ribbons,
remember the terrible fury of the Hurricane!
respect its roar, hear the wind explain,
a region beyond description, soul deceived.
Whilst most who have a choice do leave,
courageous few choose the Caribbean way,
to meet the hurricane, at break of day,
to greet the tempest, on its own terms,
most unique and perilous, they do learn,
the swirling eye, rings of thunderstorm, contains
secrets, for seeking out the eyes of hurricanes
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Postby Hunter » Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:27 pm

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Dear TerryD,

I see you have returned and came here hoping you perchance had added anything new…and you have! :) I especially like the one which begins:

Promise me, promise me, promise me now,
with sunshine bouquets, make your vow,
on zeniths of faithfulness, promise,
never to crush, in friendship cherish.


Thank you for this magical, mystical chasm where we can lose ourselves twixt the real and the imaginary. :rose:

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Postby rwhen » Fri Apr 25, 2008 2:23 pm

Hello Lady Hunter, I see yet again we have similar interests. :D

TaDa wrote:Forgivable? The familiar had a habit of creeping
up unexpectedly and demanding attention, sneaking
its way into the mind's repertoire, then, blurting
out of the fingers and onto the keyboard, amazing,
it didn't break anything along the way.
as if the issue could be resolved merely,
by speaking the words like some kind of commandment,
a matriarchal directive from on high, resplendent,
as mountain of the moon, or, some cosmic accident,
typing out incessantly, or, hushed in foreign accent.


You are AH MA HAZE HAZE ZINK. Please write more as the muse fiddles with your noodle.

Jools.
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!

vison! Alex!Rowanberry!

I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's

The Expected Party!! is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.

And getting into trouble with Rally The Eldar.

Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn

Vanadarlin', my SSOTH - 143 forever :hug:
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Postby Hunter » Sun Apr 27, 2008 1:23 am

~

Rwhen,

I suspect we probably have alot more in common then either one of us realizes. :wink:

TerryD has always amazed me with his writing. Both his poetry and his fast, off-the cuff posts dazzle my mind and sends it spinning in all directions.

~
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Postby Arwen740 » Sun May 04, 2008 10:31 am

From the desert East of Mordor I awaken to the new day. I water the porch garden of wild natives I've planted and I trellis my vines. My wild desert cats light the rooms with their amber eyes, shocking my nose with static kisses. The arid air is made pungent by my Moroccan spiced Tagine. Apricots and cinammon, secret spices of the kingdom tinge the air as I stir the ingredients. The blast furnace of Summer is one month away and I relish the cool morning breezes. Soon windows and doors will remain shut for months to keep out the opressive heat.
The spice caravan brings scant news from the West; a poem here, an article there. I faintly remember the moist ocean breezes and green hidden valleys. The silky verses brought from afar settle like a comforting sigh in my heart and there is peace. I know that I can always draw back the veil to that hidden place of beauty; to inhale the sweet joy that is like a cool mist hovering over a stream.
Thank you for keeping that stream alive.
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Postby Terry D » Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:33 am

Arwen, Hunter, rwhen,.. oh my, oh yes! Huggs and sm00chies, dear hearts.

We thirst and drink with gratefullnes,
as soul is parched, with bitter lime.
Our minds dull with utter ordinariness,
take slow moving pulse, we plod through time.
We await within trembling gloom,
patient, 'til your light enters the room.

Hearken to the full of moon,
chase twilight shadows away,
Let's bathe, as children, all too soon,
and, in moon's soft glow, play.
We await within trembling gloom,
patient, 'til your light enters the room.

With joy we sound, the trumpet's blare!
With hope we fill our hearts!
With love, we take your arms in care,
with huggs we do our parts.
We chase away diminished gloom,
patience filled, three lights, enter this room.
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Postby Terry D » Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:40 am

Tales from childhood reveal
a celestial pattern.
Hopes, dreams, concealed,
amid covers of satin.
Pen your own story,
don star's glittering cape,
carry memory to glory,
your soul's heavens, navigate.
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Postby RavenTinuviel » Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:25 am

The Chasm

Take me, wrap me
in fine silk and satin
Let me rest softly
on fine silk and satin

Will I fall into dream
between real and faery
and sleep peacefully
as the nymphs make merry

My friends TerryD, Mandos,
rwhen and Arwen 740
Dance with me now
in the rain, and make merry

We are never far, even when unseen
and our hearts beat merry, knowing,
that forever through the chasm
friends we remain, real, and in dreams flowing
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Postby Terry D » Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:20 am

Raven’s Gift

Raven paused, as if posing, sighing
delicate, winged creatures dancing within,
her breath, in pure white drapery fading,
beckons us, into the tale she will spin.

Her words splash, standing in shallow water,
describing shades of lavender and mauve,
her soul poised, betwixt sadness and laughter,
vanishing in the gauze bath, each word wove.


Words leaping from leaves, rise, quite over the moon,
inspiring quickening vision, gaze in her gardens, reveal
every meaning, nuanced inflected, in faerie lover’s cocoon,
each phrase her heart, inviting us to genuflect, reverently kneel.

Raven, your soul’s story a gift, so sacred, standing almost still,
describing, projecting, sensations of wonder, so silky they spin,
and we’re trapped, motionless, on the fibers of your crystalline will,
as you beckon us, in beauty and moonlight, to enter your sacred within.
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Postby Terry D » Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:10 pm

"rwhen in dreams"

Dream cloud, dream night,
taste the moon, fix sight,
upon the ancient light.
Dare dawn, dare dusk,
touch memories, feel trust,
upon the heart caress.
Dream, for the love of you

Nest of night birds, velvet moss,
night eyes melt, in tears of loss,
darkness hovers, envelope cloak,
shelter us, as I kiss your throat,
I feel you move, your breath stokes,
dreams, for the love of you


Dance cloud, sing joyous night,
voiceless whispers, feel delight,
my heart is longing, eternal plight,
softly to enter, moon's glow bright,
I enter you, you enter me, tonight,
dreamt for the love of you.
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Postby rwhen » Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:36 pm

Terry's Lady Chasm

Of Arwen and scents and trains laden gold
Her beauty and whimsy awaken, unfold.
She rides on the night, blissfully asleep at dawn
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Arwen gone?

Of Raven her beauty stymies the breast
She gasping and daunted unbridled at rest.
She floats on the clouds of crowded delight
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Raven taken flight?

Of Hunter the soft, the passioned and mood
Her whisper we hunger for like delicate food.
She sails through our senses heady in head
Oh where has Terry's lady Chasm Hunter fled?

Of rwhen the confused, bemuddled and lost
Her mind twisting and burning the cost.
She stumbles and fumbles turning out fear
Remember Oh Terry your lady Chasm rwhen is here.
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!

vison! Alex!Rowanberry!

I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's

The Expected Party!! is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.

And getting into trouble with Rally The Eldar.

Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn

Vanadarlin', my SSOTH - 143 forever :hug:
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Postby Terry D » Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:23 am

Darkness ceased into a glimmering twilight,.. twilight passed its delicate hand upon Mother Earth... the world renewed with an innocent vigor. Or, rather, renewal, more marvellous, re-awakend each of us?

Soft light, barely sufficient to make a sky, emanated through air, within flower, over each blade of grass,.. light, tremulous, vivified skin and shell, husk and hair,.. unveiling everything, anything, each leaf, feather, dew-drop, gust of wind. All visible with unworldly perception... either by a nether-light that poured from them, as fire from cosmic orb,.. or by inner-twilight that glowed of our eyes, of our recognition. Nothing cast a shadow, within, without...

Dancers of color and hue, things were things no more... interchanging memories of light. Things, ever growing, things ever showing, shape and colour, ethereal form and substance, became idea indwelling... what each was, was all being. And what was memory, was now revealed.

With our feet bare, we are in love with tended lawn and free pasture. As toes touch grass, naked, moist, soft... every plant, each world, being, life, unite within tender step and we are one. Micro, macro are at length atoned, harmonious, blended into supernal light! Bare foot, tickled toe discover life renewed with each step. This dance enters and enlivens with its light-hearted syncopation. This dance of twilight is Awareness.

Knowing life at once, knowing whence we came, to be there and at home as well... alive, cognizant that life is dancing through all.

Sense after sense, hitherto somnolent, awakes with each step... sense after sense incredible, bereft of description, heedless of words, reveals without description. Expansive recognition, ever making heart to receive, sight to consume and be consumed with hungry apprehension,.. that consciousness entering, when doorway opens and all are one. That twilight moment when breeze brushing lips of flower petal, is our breath, our unspoken yearning... when wing of flight is tinkling bell. We are that exquisite joy of the bell, we are that release of breeze. Each becomes glad-union, every becomes you. The Abode of being becomes a temple of revel, a tabernacle of joyous revelation.

We are a peaceful ocean...
Wave swells with continual thrill
of ever lifting wave...
Life is a cosmic dance....

Realize that light and life and truth lovingly glow with the twilight of our eye's glance. Each dancing Elemental, mere and pure, is in itself bliss... when not blissful, not light, Element is but mirrored reflection-in-darkness. Inspiration is recognition, that dark breeze is were-shadow, that singing flight is a universal sigh of thanks-union.

Dawn's Herald, is auroral wind
softly reminding,
luminously recollecting,
sweetly urging memory...
Awareness' approaches.

Each prismatic ocean wave
of scarlet and orange
and crimson and gold,
transforms aloft into below...
horizon into footfall.
With Dawn's rising,
every little flower
straightens its slender neck,
stalk uplifted,
head outstretched, expectant...

Something more glorious than Dawn,
more crystaline than light,
is approaching...
Love Himself! Life Herself!
They ever near,
as the necks of all things,
the stalk of human-kind
reach out to see Mother-Father parade!

Childlike we dance,
with beast and forest,
garden and starlight!

Flutter on butterflies,
dream dragonflies
hover cloudlike,
colour the sky
with raining acceptance,
spectrum awareness
with infusing unity...

Dance on the new earth,
frolic under the new heaven,
discover them
Visit that old friend,
who has opened conversation,
revealed heart,
and we gaze deep within.

Dance now, dance free,
dance onward into what was
and ever will be.
Fluttering wings in forest
uplift soaring heart.

Heart and embowered canopy
become haven,
betwixt leaf and wing
the uplifting air revels
within and without...
Butterfly Garden is an aerial vault,
where children fly
and elders dance,
and memories eternal awaken,
as if by twilight's chance....
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Postby Terry D » Tue Sep 22, 2009 3:32 am

Darkness ceased into a glimmering twilight,.. twilight passed its delicate hand upon Mother Earth... the world renewed with an innocent vigor. Or, rather, renewal, more marvellous, re-awakend each of us?

Soft light, barely sufficient to make a sky, emanated through air, within flower, over each blade of grass,.. light, tremulous, vivified skin and shell, husk and hair,.. unveiling everything, anything, each leaf, feather, dew-drop, gust of wind. All visible with unworldly perception... either by a nether-light that poured from them, as fire from cosmic orb,.. or by inner-twilight that glowed of our eyes, of our recognition. Nothing cast a shadow, within, without...

Dancers of color and hue, things were things no more... interchanging memories of light. Things, ever growing, things ever showing, shape and colour, ethereal form and substance, became idea indwelling... what each was, was all being. And what was memory, was now revealed.

With our feet bare, we are in love with tended lawn and free pasture. As toes touch grass, naked, moist, soft... every plant, each world, being, life, unite within tender step and we are one. Micro, macro are at length atoned, harmonious, blended into supernal light! Bare foot, tickled toe discover life renewed with each step. This dance enters and enlivens with its light-hearted syncopation. This dance of twilight is Awareness.

Knowing life at once, knowing whence we came, to be there and at home as well... alive, cognizant that life is dancing through all.

Sense after sense, hitherto somnolent, awakes with each step... sense after sense incredible, bereft of description, heedless of words, reveals without description. Expansive recognition, ever making heart to receive, sight to consume and be consumed with hungry apprehension,.. that consciousness entering, when doorway opens and all are one. That twilight moment when breeze brushing lips of flower petal, is our breath, our unspoken yearning... when wing of flight is tinkling bell. We are that exquisite joy of the bell, we are taht release of breeze. Each becomes glad-union, every becomes you. The Abode of being becomes a temple of revel, a tabernacle of joyous revelation.

We are a peaceful ocean...
Wave swells with continual thrill
of ever lifting wave...
Life is a cosmic dance....

Realize that light and life and truth lovingly glow with the twilight of our eye's glance. Each dancing Elemental, mere and pure, is in itself bliss... when not blissful, not light, Element is but mirrored reflection-in-darkness. Inspiration is recognition, that dark breeze is were-shadow, that singing flight is a universal sigh of thanks-union.
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Postby Terry D » Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:22 am

Why do children need huggs, let it be written, let it be known...
Older relatives pinching cheeks & saying "My, how you've grown!"
Nobody you know can answer the question why...
getting caught without even a good try.
Teachers who get mad, when you read ahead in the Reading book,
your anxiety closet, do you want to take a look?
Changing little sister's diaper,.. Catching the COOTIES!!!
That troll under the bridge, the bully with yellow eyes!
Living in the land of ferocious dinosaur!
"Ummmmmmmm, Mom, about my report card..."
Going out with your friends when your Momma dresses you funny.
Finding out that boogers have no taste? Finding they are yummy?
So hug the children, make them feel good.
they have adolescence, to look forward to...
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