"comfrey" poems - Hello Poetry

They are not an invasion, But a new equation, Going forward, A new nation. Going forward, We can embrace, A different face, In a new place. Going forward, New plans, Different clans, In a new land. By Patrick Comfrey.

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC

tom-blake

IMMIGRANTS ( poem I wish I wrote!)

They are not an invasion, But a new equation, Going forward, A new nation. Going forward, We can embrace, A different face, In a new place. Going forward, New plans, Different clans, In a new land. By Patrick Comfrey.

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Ascend and crown the sky, amazing lark You cannot know what joy you bring To this winter-weary heart Bumble on, friendly bee You do not know how vital is your art And what relief to see the tiny leaf unfurl On the grand old oak Who shunned all vestments through the winter's chill But now puts on his greenest summer cloak Come swallows, fast and low Perform your aeronautic feats (like spitfires) Swimming through the air Skimming o'er the growing wheat Comfrey on the river bank Milkmaids in the meadow damp Cow's parsley with its lacy bobbin' heads Dandelion's golden threads My heart feels part, as if re-born Of this rejuvenating summer dawn

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May 13, 2012

May 13, 2012 at 5:31 AM UTC

martin

Summer dawn

Ascend and crown the sky, amazing lark You cannot know what joy you bring To this winter-weary heart Bumble on, friendly bee You do not know how vital is your art And what relief to see the tiny leaf unfurl On the grand old oak Who shunned all vestments through the winter's chill But now puts on his greenest summer cloak Come swallows, fast and low Perform your aeronautic feats (like spitfires) Swimming through the air Skimming o'er the growing wheat Comfrey on the river bank Milkmaids in the meadow damp Cow's parsley with its lacy bobbin' heads Dandelion's golden threads My heart feels part, as if re-born Of this rejuvenating summer dawn

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Desire is a fire That connects us to the heavens Reminds us of our origins We are ambivalent to the gods While they speak using our tongues Words and symbols are plenty Yet totally empty Devoid of meaning Without ample life experience We flounder in a sea of groundless being A dichotomy indeed To breathe and seethe With the rawness of needs and desires I inspire compassion and attraction Magnetic action is diverse and never perverse We are reflective, selective and interconnected We are agile, fragile and dance like daffodils We are saddled with guilt and shame Yet you ride ******** through life’s pain On unstable horizons Dinosaurs deny your company And relatives neglect the comfrey Leave piles of waste behind their houses Impermanent traces of yesterday’s pottery

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

verisimilitude

Desire is a fire That connects us to the heavens Reminds us of our origins We are ambivalent to the gods While they speak using our tongues Words and symbols are plenty Yet totally empty Devoid of meaning Without ample life experience We flounder in a sea of groundless being A dichotomy indeed To breathe and seethe With the rawness of needs and desires I inspire compassion and attraction Magnetic action is diverse and never perverse We are reflective, selective and interconnected We are agile, fragile and dance like daffodils We are saddled with guilt and shame Yet you ride ******** through life’s pain On unstable horizons Dinosaurs deny your company And relatives neglect the comfrey Leave piles of waste behind their houses Impermanent traces of yesterday’s pottery

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You must take the wound, Face it, Squeeze it, Bite it, **** out the venom, Spit out the venom, Gather comfrey, Dress the once wound, Bandage it, Let it SCAR (it is now a reminder in this phase), LET IT HEAL

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC

TheThrillofaSpin

Steps

You must take the wound, Face it, Squeeze it, Bite it, **** out the venom, Spit out the venom, Gather comfrey, Dress the once wound, Bandage it, Let it SCAR (it is now a reminder in this phase), LET IT HEAL

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Paint a picture even if it's boring You are accompanied by angels Radiant salvation agitated in the heat We beat the drum tonight Let gods speak and humans quiver The soul nears it's inevitable fatigue Remedies and lies demand a sacrifice I rest in embraces too complicated to utter Hundreds of wings upon the watershed And the beauty of it's passion Is that never again shall we fly like this I rise to the occasion of another Lover Hunger for bodies that only meet in chaos We demonstrate the allegorical Lost hours remind us of our mortality gone by Sign language utters nothing but signals all Lost in between our dichotomous stories We take liberties and pursue only intransigent categories What a trajectory of tragedy and unheeded warnings Inevitably I let her overtake me Her eyes are a smooth internment Her lips are a velvet curtain Sheets of rain like fabric drape around her Marble hands and ******* set against the stars It's time to rest so you sit back and breathe And allow daylight to seep from your eye sockets We dream of towns in Greece where children sing And wander freely through wanton streets We drift between reality and fantasy Faster than you can say uncle It punches me in that place of hollow sorrow These burning places scorched and sacred like swollen feet We fell asleep in the grove and removed old stones To take home a part of the earth with us We journey against the wind as compassion is a vision Gone are those memories yet again we ascended Dense like leaves of comfrey boiled in water You can no longer control the insurgent flutters of your stomach As we dance our souls descend back into our bodies

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Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

demonstrate the allegorical

Paint a picture even if it's boring You are accompanied by angels Radiant salvation agitated in the heat We beat the drum tonight Let gods speak and humans quiver The soul nears it's inevitable fatigue Remedies and lies demand a sacrifice I rest in embraces too complicated to utter Hundreds of wings upon the watershed And the beauty of it's passion Is that never again shall we fly like this I rise to the occasion of another Lover Hunger for bodies that only meet in chaos We demonstrate the allegorical Lost hours remind us of our mortality gone by Sign language utters nothing but signals all Lost in between our dichotomous stories We take liberties and pursue only intransigent categories What a trajectory of tragedy and unheeded warnings Inevitably I let her overtake me Her eyes are a smooth internment Her lips are a velvet curtain Sheets of rain like fabric drape around her Marble hands and ******* set against the stars It's time to rest so you sit back and breathe And allow daylight to seep from your eye sockets We dream of towns in Greece where children sing And wander freely through wanton streets We drift between reality and fantasy Faster than you can say uncle It punches me in that place of hollow sorrow These burning places scorched and sacred like swollen feet We fell asleep in the grove and removed old stones To take home a part of the earth with us We journey against the wind as compassion is a vision Gone are those memories yet again we ascended Dense like leaves of comfrey boiled in water You can no longer control the insurgent flutters of your stomach As we dance our souls descend back into our bodies

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*does anything make life meaningful will it ever make sense or are we destined to cry for eternity simply let go and be free give measure and comparison a rest set your intentions high follow the sun and become musically sensitive as we make our arrows sharp we become sparks of the divine no theories can ever contain this no words could ever express it it remains a mystery yes we can point to the divine like a finger pointing at the sky but still the divide is infinite even as the divine is immanent there are no splits just unity yet the girl performs her aerobics with grace and precision each split a vision of eternity i seek lightning and trudge up mountains you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey i peak behind the curtain and smell the sweet embers burning*

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

kiss the comfrey

*does anything make life meaningful will it ever make sense or are we destined to cry for eternity simply let go and be free give measure and comparison a rest set your intentions high follow the sun and become musically sensitive as we make our arrows sharp we become sparks of the divine no theories can ever contain this no words could ever express it it remains a mystery yes we can point to the divine like a finger pointing at the sky but still the divide is infinite even as the divine is immanent there are no splits just unity yet the girl performs her aerobics with grace and precision each split a vision of eternity i seek lightning and trudge up mountains you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey i peak behind the curtain and smell the sweet embers burning*

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