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 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Where is the wraith of
inspiration?
Where does the flow
Consciousness abide?
Where is the fulsome fire
of thought?
Where in the human mind
does it reside?

Words, like motes of dust,
float free in air,
but how does one get
the ideas, poet's
flare?

Ah! The motes hid from light!
It is not odd,
They are the
      *unconsciousness
                          the light of

                                            GOD
This is the best way I can describe
The inspiration of the word.
They float in the light of our
Conscious mind, but there are
Others not exposed to that light
Yet we use them. I believe these
Are the ideas divinely inspired.
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Roots ain't pretty
But without them
there would be no flowers



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
If I hadn't been through all I did
I wouldn't have the compassionate
insight that I have now.
I'm glad my past had some dirt.
A plant needs soil to grow.
 Sep 2014
Camellia-Japonica
"Are you lost?" Said no one to the ******* the bus.
"Are you cold?" Said no one to the figure huddled in the doorway.
"Are you hungry?" Said no one to the hollow eyed man.
"Are you scared?" Said no one to the child with the bruised face.
"Are you safe?" Said no one to the family in a squalid room.

"Please send a donation to the human race. We've lost our humanity"
© JLB
27/09/2014
13:39 BST
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Some poems are
written in ink

some graven in

STONE


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
Just sayin' that while
all poets are equal
all poems are not.
There are times when fluff
can resonate in our hearts
even more deeply than
Shakespeare as well!
 Sep 2014
Sjr1000
No water tastes sweeter
than that sip in the desert
No touch is finer
than that hand on the shoulder
when encased in loneliness.
No paycheck more abundant
than following employment deprivation.
No buffet more filling
than that first bite in hunger.

No more wondrous serenity
than when the pain
finally goes away
from your mouth
your back
your head
your knees
your gut
your mind.

No idea more stimulating
to a mind so hungry
than a poem which catches
the moment so perfectly.

No love more appreciated
than when awash in self judgement
No praise more received
than when lost in condemnation.

No warmth more soothing
than when lost in the snow.
No light so bright
as that first sunlight
when lost in the demons
of one's night.

No sensation so
pure as an open
heart after numbness descends
Compassion in hatred
A laugh when joyless.

A lover's kiss after betrayal
A loving look after the cold white wall
A loving word after tense stone silence.
No embrace more healing
than when you come home to me.

The receding waters after the tsunami
The stillness after the earthquake.
The peace after the warfare.

The spring flowers after the winter
The coolness of fall after the blistering summer's heat.
The wood stove so warm when the house is so cold.

No bed so content
No home so sweet
after being stuck out on the streets.

Duality Reality
Without our joys no sorrow
Without our sorrows no joy.
 Sep 2014
Jeremy Bean
I never asked for perfect,
I only wanted
equally flawed.
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Life ain't fair.
Nor even partly cloudy.

**It's a HURRICANE.
SoulSurvivor

Only the unjust seem to
Come out with their "do's" intact
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Those who maliciously destroy
Reputations. They slime their way
Over the Internet. Completely
Lacking in courage, they go behind backs,
Lashing out at their victims with
Scurrilous versions of "the truth".



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
///

Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space

How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space

Even between you and me
a little or big space
the shadow,
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me

And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Tribute to Stephen Hawking
the space time and difference between you and me....................
 Sep 2014
Raj Arumugam
The family bought the lie-catcher robot
(yep, the lcr HDX134)
and it was the boy
who was caught first
when his dad asked him
where he'd been all day
and he replied:
"I've been at the library all day, dad"
lcr HDX134 slapped the boy

The dad went berserk
and he said to his son:
"When I was your age, Tim -
I never told a lie!"

lcr HDX134 slapped the dad

And the boy's mom said:
"Don't be too harsh on Tim -
he's bound to tell lies;
after all, he's your son"

lcr HDX134  slapped the mom
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
you
are chaste
yet you cry
*******
you can't
taste but
want still more
you are rigid, yet so plastic,
you're a ****** and a *****.
You're a wraith yet o so solid
You're pliable, yet never bend
still a square, you are yet Ovid
though you knit you also rend
Having grace, you're still
so awkward, having not
a thing great worth
going east you're
headed westward
coursing wind to
touch the earth
You're a liar
yet still truthful
of all things true
you practice art.
ancient being you
are still youthful
What are you?
The female
HEART.*


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014
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