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Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Judypatooote

Imagination...
Isn't it Grand?

We had a rolling kitchen door,
and I would play elevator.
All by myself...

Going Up!

Because as a child the
elevators in the stores
had an elevator operator,
who would call out the floors,
and they had beautiful
music playing, that is why it is
called elevator music...

Imagination...
Isn't it Grand?

I would get in my dads Mercury
car, grab a cattail from the ditch
and pretend I was driving to the carryout.
I'd pretend the music was playing
while pretending to be smoking
the cattail...I even would put my
arm out the window
pretending it was the turn signals.
All by myself...

Slowing Down!

My dad would take me to the carryout,
in the summer while at the cottage.
I would always con him into buying me
Chocolate Cow pop, and a sucker...
Worth the ride...

Imagination...
Isn't it Grand?

While at the cottage, to pass time away,
I would walk down the beach
where trees had fallen into the water.
In my mind I was a gymnast.
I would jump on the tree which
was large and old with big branches
sticking out of the water.
I would hold my arms out to the side,
sing a song and walk like a gymnast...
All by myself...

BUT...

If I got bored, mom would have me
weeding the sand, down on the beach.
so if I complained, then my mom would
Use her Imagination...

Imagination...
Isn't it grand?

by ~ Judy

Imagination....there is not enough going around...

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

A single rose....

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Judypatooote

A single rose....

A single rose,
with color so bright...
Caught the raindrops
that fell that night...
The next morning
the single rose held up her head...
while soaking up the sun,
the raindrops she shed...

by ~ Judy

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Hue

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Mrs Ashley Somebody

Hue

What if the sky was golden brown
And the grass was russet red?
What if the curling, twining boughs
Of trees were blue instead?

What if my hair was purply grey
And my eyes were orangy pink?
The world would simply carry on
With inverted colors, I think.

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Potentiate

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

BB Tyler

Potentiate

Out of one seed
how many seeds again
to the ebon Earth
warm and returning?

Eternity presumed
in a worm-cast bedding,
rain-wet and brimming.

Open ended inception
of the dark and probable womb
making space for the determined
and all it's loose-tied light-wires
stringing off into every abyss.

Potential is Here,
still though not asleep,
she is very much alive and viable,
eyes wide beneath the surface,
her pacific inhalations
example for the dynamic,
her sighing a guide,
like a mother at length,
gently directing
the life of her child.

Out of the night
the light is risen,
out of the dusk,
a bent-spectrum slips.

In the void
there is no coming
or going,
no place else to where one may be banished.

In the open hands of odyssey
we are forever received.
Of the sojourn cyclic
myriad destinations meet in the middle
where a thousand flowers flame.

Out of one seed
how many seeds again
to the ebon Earth
warm and returning?

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

No, not like that

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Timothy Brown

No, not like that

She is beautiful.
Not in the way of Helen of Troy.
Nor in the way Barbie is idolized.
No.
She is beautiful.
Like the sunset reflects
off a serene lake.
Like a breeze that grazes
the skin on a hot summer day.
Like a full moon that cuts through
a midnight fog.
Her beauty does not lead men to war.
Nor does it lead women to starve,
cut and make-up who they are.
No.
Her beauty demands attention,
inspires creation
and crumbles the prisons
of convention.

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Sell By Dates

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Joe Cole

Sell By Dates

Oh dear we realy cant eat that
its past its sell by date
Well what a load of ******* crap
because its still good to use
Do you think your grandmothers lived this way?
No, they just used their nose
they knew what was good or bad,
what to keep and what to throw.
Oh dear that cheese has got some mould
lets throw it in the trash
What a ******* idiot!
Just trim of the mould
because the mould means the cheese is at its best
Sell by dates are there to catch you in a snare
To part you from your hard earned cash

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Distrackt

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

BB Tyler

Distrackt

The map is not the territory.
The menu is not the meal.
Cognitively, we dwell in a symbol-scape
and easily mistake
the signpost for the path.
Spiritual and New Age medias
offer signposts,
but,
if one enshrines the sign,
it can make captive the one wishing to walk the path.
Leaving the seeker abandoned of their journey for a
golden calf.

Really, all teachings are distractions from the Truth.
Science and Spirituality are methods of inquiry
and, surely, have little
or nothing
to do with watching videos on the internet.

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Electric

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

BB Tyler

Electric

There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.

All waves!
Breaking shape and making
move where once was static.

The way
that we behave in rain
is no less than dramatic.

The thunder through the window,
the lighting through the glass,
that storm the room
and spark the bloom
to witness flame then ash.

There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

To Feel It Pound

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Edward Alan

To Feel It Pound

I hold my heart when thunder claps,
I hold it when the courier raps
Upon my door—to feel the beat
It often hides—it drums so sweet
And then subsides to tender taps.

My heart is shy when only maps
Can dare expound what hungry gaps
Consume the ground between our feet.
I hold my heart

And tear the envelope that wraps
The lifeblood printed on your scraps
And feed my veins like summer heat
Is supped by rains. Until we meet
At last again when storms collapse,
I hold my heart.

A rondeau.

Song version: http://impaledpeach.bandcamp.com/track/to-feel-it-pound

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Ruby Embers

Mar 2014 Helen Raymond

Michael Jeffrey Wille

Ruby Embers

The binding knot of Jupiter
sent stars reeling past the sea,
and the gilded Autumn sunrise
was felt by me, surprisingly.

Though I wonder oft of paradise
the warmth does scare me too,
I'm not used to ruby embers;
Evolved to cobalt blues.

Amplifiers broadcast the last
cries of the desert sands.
I love the things you'll surely miss,
just please free me from this land.