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« Reply #90 on: October 25, 2008, 04:11:54 PM »

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« Reply #91 on: October 25, 2008, 10:37:07 PM »

Maya, please consider publishing your poems. I'd gladly buy several for myself and as gifts for family/friends. You have a rare gift and talent.
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« Reply #92 on: October 27, 2008, 06:04:16 PM »

Thanks guys!

WOW

I don't know what say say beyond the fact that I'm really glad you enjoy them.  I guess this means that I can keep posting them as they come....

In many ways I feel like the scribe taking dictation.  I can't wait for them to finish when they hit to see what they say, and how it all came out.

I think of them as abstract paintings using words as the paint.

As to the question of publishing....how does an anti-capitalist publish?  My poems are not for sale or profit.  Any ideas from there any one?  I have a 10 year collection of them.  I simply share them with family and friends as they come.  They still ask me why I don't publish beyond what I do in posting them.  Most understand that it has to fit within my principles in this.  I'm always open to ideas though. As long as it doesn't fit into capital, and the -lizing that tends to follow.  The only thing I can think of is to format, print, and staple in a cover w/"Poems By Maya" on the front, and make as many copies as one would like for self and gifting.  Take what you like best to share. 

I'm glad I have a place to share them.   
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« Reply #93 on: October 27, 2008, 06:12:59 PM »

I place most of my writing and poetry in the public domain. Much of it is here at Halfway ("Stories To Plant In Your Garden" was a self-published book) and printing costs these days are not bad. Already in this thread you can print out several copies for yourself, and practically xerox them and staple! It is very satisfying to see your work in bound print. The capitalist part never enters my mind, because none of my artistic talents will ever get me rich, primarily because they don't benefit Big Brother.
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« Reply #94 on: October 31, 2008, 04:38:36 PM »

Where Adventure Lies

Scripted adventures played out in a box
Edited safaris high seas space and beyond
RPG daily in character to be
Beyond the films contained flashing
Fantasy and real wrapped up to show
Nothing out there you don't already know
Spun on networks intertwining attention
Fair in it's faring for profits spelled

Oh shit
The power went off
The power went off
The power went off
Oh shit
Now what do we do
Do we do

Sitting here in front of a box
It's silent blank screen staring back
Nothing there to see but a thing
Unfulfilling one's needs for it being
No longer containing as it's left behind
Opening windows and doors into what
Do we do do we do do we do
While waiting the currents return

Maya
10/31/08
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« Reply #95 on: October 31, 2008, 07:30:53 PM »

 :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :bigl: :tree: That paper you're writing on has got to be loving this!!
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« Reply #96 on: November 01, 2008, 01:25:53 PM »

Losing Touch And Letting Go
                  r. andrew stokes

My mind is drifting, ever more
  aloft the leaves of Autumn
    blow leaves of wonder 'cross the shore
         who once were top, now bottom.

Old eyes peer out and see anew
  a changing in the weather,
    reminding all that went before
       and those now not together.

       Without choosing much midst winter snow;
       Am I losing touch, or letting go?

       A flowing creek wends wayward to the river
       with leaves and prayers it will deliver
         to spring-born grasses and seedlings a-stretch
         I find no need to step-and-fetch
            old memories or even know
            If I'm losing touch
                 or letting go.

It's my own transferrence, now;
  the slipping mind is freer
  to chace those leaves, and then somehow
  Nature herself, I'll be Her.

        It isn't final, curtain drawn
        dark hearse doors closed and vaulted;
       It's more like going home again
        Where Love and Light's exalted.

The physical means of sensing Life
 were best when we allowed the flow.
And, literally, we lose our touch
      When we're ready to let go.    FIN
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« Reply #97 on: November 01, 2008, 04:45:18 PM »

Nicely done Roy....  :wave:
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« Reply #98 on: November 02, 2008, 04:19:14 PM »

I really like that one Roy  :big):

Nice imagery and flow!
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« Reply #99 on: November 02, 2008, 04:21:52 PM »

Into Reality

What you see is what you get
Is it really
Spun on a dime split heads with tails
Landing one agreed viewed definely
As is and always was as determined
Handed down against confusion
Spun again agreements control
Heads and tails in the tally
Outcomes made real from twain
Set in one against another
Specified from this and thats decided
Reeled into real
Awaiting outcomes as they come
Reaping as it's so'd
Claiming bits of what is as one
Narrowing the field of interest
Running to define the wind
What is what isn't
Spelling into numbers proving
Existence shown

Maya
11/2/08
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« Reply #100 on: November 02, 2008, 08:15:38 PM »

Quote
MAYA: Oh shit
The power went off
The power went off
The power went off
Oh shit
Now what do we do
Do we do


I just had to laugh. You are awesome Maya
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« Reply #101 on: December 27, 2008, 05:56:59 PM »

" Silent Love

In the silence they spoke,
Their hearts pronouncing the sounds of love.
And in the dawn as she awoke,
A lone star brightly gazed at her from above.

“What is this love?” she thought,
That asks for nothing but gives it all.
In the web of its gentle embrace she was caught,
Beyond the sunset she answers her beloved’s call.

She is not alone though unaccompanied,
Eternity beckons her to no time, no space.
Strolling through her garden she plants her lover’s seed,
In its flower she will know his face. "

~Carina~

Carina still has a way with words!
I'm sure she won't mind if we share.
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« Reply #102 on: February 21, 2009, 07:42:13 PM »


 "The Trees"

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw
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« Reply #103 on: February 09, 2010, 02:49:16 PM »

The Gown with the Split Down the Back

 I was just sitting here minding my business,
Just letting my brain go slack,
When in came a nurse with a smile on her face
And a gown with a split down the back.

 "Take a shower" she said,"and get ready,
"and ease on into this sack."
But what she was really talking about was
That gown with the split down the back.

"We need to do some tests," she said.
Will they stretch me out on a rack
With nothing twixt me and the cold, cold world
But this gown with the split down the back?

 In the front I'm barely decent.
On the sides there is also a lack.
But by far the greatest shortcoming is
That doggone split down the back.

 The guy had some sense of humor
Who designed this little strip-please,
But I fail to see anything funny when
It's my fanny feeling the breeze.

 I hear them coming to get me,
The wheels going clickety-clack.
I'll ride through the halls on a table
In a gown with a split down the back.

 When I go to heaven, I won't really care
If my robe is white, red or black.
But I'm down on my knees prayin'
That there's no doggone split down the back.

-Linda Miller


I laughed like hell when I read this...but it wasn't much fun when I had to do it!   :blush:






 
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« Reply #104 on: February 09, 2010, 07:45:55 PM »

ohh, know what you mean jojo. I despise those gowns.
I despise the entire hospital scene.
I despise when they use straps to keep you stationary.
That's when I begin screaming at the top of my lungs just so they'll knock me out and I won't have to deal with it mentally.
I'm a really bad bad patient.
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