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"knowledges" poems
~for SPT~ whose poems transform with lovingness ~~ *distinguishing, extinguishing, the knowledges to retain, reuse daily, mightily, pleasures insights beloved, honored with the stripes of daily use then there are, the knowledges to retrain, non-removable, rising up from your edges of the very fine line tween pain and experience they must Main Street remain, be thankful for that, for love regained, needs the benchmark of having lived love, the loss of loss when recalled, when new gets a turn, reinstalled, is now twice sweeter*
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
for SPT: the re-forming of love is transforming
(from "To: Mimi Romanelli" ~indebted to suggestion of https://hellopoetry.com/MacGM/ for filling me up one of the trillions of missing datapoints in my slowly diminishing insights & missing knowledges <> "I am happy, Dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms. Finally: happy." from the poem by Rilke "To: Mimi Romanelli" see notes '~~~' so worthy of my/our attentions, his reflections on loss, grief and mortality, for in the natural course of this poet's story, the interplay of this shopping list of preoccupations, foremost on this temporal frontal lobe in these waning days of my perhaps, last summery summary, that falls upon your eyes with my guilt that you have clicked upon this e~pistle, in and un~ tentionally & tensionally thus demanding & tendering post-haste my apology so be advised, be learned, and query why an essay on ending mortality should be be finished with a concluding a "Finally: happy." by breaching this poet Rilke essay, one discovers this poet sees through the storms of his preoccupations, "the red of his blood," because he loves another human, being, so many would agree, yet so few are so certain, as Rilke, and yet, "*It is still always that death which continues inside of me, which works in me, which transforms my heart, which deepens the red of my blood, which weighs down the life that had been ours so that it may become a bittersweet drop coursing through my veins and penetrating everything, and which ought to be mine forever. And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist, Beautiful. I am happy to have flung myself without fear into your beauty just as a bird flings itself into space. I am happy, Dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms.* Finally: happy." <> Writ the last week of August, and the first of September 2025
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
Finally: Happy
(from "To: Mimi Romanelli" ~indebted to suggestion of https://hellopoetry.com/MacGM/ for filling me up one of the trillions of missing datapoints in my slowly diminishing insights & missing knowledges <> "I am happy, Dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms. Finally: happy." from the poem by Rilke "To: Mimi Romanelli" see notes '~~~' so worthy of my/our attentions, his reflections on loss, grief and mortality, for in the natural course of this poet's story, the interplay of this shopping list of preoccupations, foremost on this temporal frontal lobe in these waning days of my perhaps, last summery summary, that falls upon your eyes with my guilt that you have clicked upon this e~pistle, in and un~ tentionally & tensionally thus demanding & tendering post-haste my apology so be advised, be learned, and query why an essay on ending mortality should be be finished with a concluding a "Finally: happy." by breaching this poet Rilke essay, one discovers this poet sees through the storms of his preoccupations, "the red of his blood," because he loves another human, being, so many would agree, yet so few are so certain, as Rilke, and yet, "*It is still always that death which continues inside of me, which works in me, which transforms my heart, which deepens the red of my blood, which weighs down the life that had been ours so that it may become a bittersweet drop coursing through my veins and penetrating everything, and which ought to be mine forever. And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist, Beautiful. I am happy to have flung myself without fear into your beauty just as a bird flings itself into space. I am happy, Dear, to have walked with steady faith on the waters of our uncertainty all the way to that island which is your heart and where pain blossoms.* Finally: happy." <> Writ the last week of August, and the first of September 2025
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The garden meeting adjourned and moved... Management abruptly cleared the premises, Canceled return visits, Speculations inconveniently disrupted, Wonder-rousings interrupted... We found ourselves somehow Standing on the Great Outside. No wistful entreatments heard He, The Grand Proprietor, In spite of our new knowledges, Our now-wise forays philosophical, Our sophisticated posturing; He seemed without empathy In His Garden's sudden closure, In our ejection and dismissal. Stumblers of unexpected freedom, Following a shadowed river Narrowing down into a Valley, Darkening down into a pinprick end, We gaze behind, ahead, behind, To see, high sword gleaming, The standing doorman, glowering. Eden, receding from our view, Serpent joins us as we walk, "Where were we when we left our talk?" His lowered voice renews. We notice now, the air is chill As an endless sun slips down Behind a darkening hill.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
Garden Closed 'Til Further Notice
in the damp corner of the morning yard where grey and quiet many secrets wait this is the time when nature stand unbarred not yet for us is life or fortune marred by force of life or family or state in the damp corner of the morning yard where not a bird or beast now stands on guard all fast asleep and seeming just to wait this is the time when nature stands unbarred to wary eyes and life seems not so hard as we are told and we may now create in the damp corner of the morning yard a better world with choices not so hard with sweeter wisdom and a kinder fate this is the time when nature stands unbarred one lucid moment before light is marred and all our knowledges begin to grate in the damp corner of the morning yard this is the time when nature stands unbarred
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Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
false dawn
A fire place in the summer A most serene scene. Burning potential, waiting patiently For a cold soul. When the sun retreats in his orbit, Tilted ever slightly, only a few Celestial Degrees. I lay a deceased bouquet of flowers, A gift waiting to be burned open, Alive again. Potential energy Potential energy Potential energy Your life is a poem Your life is this Write it with passion Potential energy Potential energy Kinetic The moon behind her clouds She sits boastful and proud. The sun shining his rays Smiling Knowing he will be here until the end of days. I bow my head in pensive knowledges, Knowing That gods meet the same fate as man. Potential energy Potential Energy Kinetic
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Scene from a summer porch
Everyday i awaken and light streams to my eye I think life is forsaken until colours start to defy I breath in the air and look into the sky I feel the texture of the earth start stroking the dry My thought become clear my vision unblured Who ever be my Shepard i conformed to the heard But now with the knowledges i break silence with words I glide threw life as i was a bird. I take my home for granted get caught up in the antics As my eyes turn slanted my brain runs frantic Before i perceived the world as standard Before i was disappointed and angered But now im willing to share Its clear its calm at peace no harm At one with the earth no need for alarms I breath in breath out. Touch the earth with my palm Get one with my surroundings stretch out my arms. Abolish the fear hold onto whats near But look for the more Nay rely on prayer start opening doors Realise our earths potential stop vandalising with wars. Before we came it was untouched but now it is butchered We have amounted so much but the earth is now ruptured.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
EARTH
disreputable disruption and chaos, beasts bellow in admiration unyieldingly antonymous creatures' banality and intimacy, uncommonly negated, patriotic mentality and contempt much gathered remarkable as an ingenious fellow entirely ignorant of green rings' properties, yellow crosses for worshipers nothing loyally expected for false morality slowly restored, staurolatry, endless formality and traditional rules strict, desperate approaches to mellow elements against monotonous brutality modifiable partially, knowledges are unreal, blindly expressed uranomania responding to numerous ends of less industrious frameworks, mingled sections liable for negligence, wholly natural ideas erratic gains obsessed with superstitious claims for dividends
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
disreputable disruption and chaos, beasts bellow
As the dark hanging    The sailing just stare back straight                         Wondering         Why there are haze covering                          the room          With the raining on the pillow           It used to filled with echoes       From two person who insanely                          fallen to                         each other          The wall used to hear melodies                         Four strings                         Sometimes              It used to hear knowledges                         Sometimes           It used to hear laugh, jokes,     And those heavy yet so soft voices         It used to saw the girl fall asleep              The echoes has long gone           But someone still holding on         Waiting it will come back around                     While wondering          If the other wall in other room                  Also miss them
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Midnight
Before you go, I want you to know what you did for me. The shackles that we wear are unfamiliar, but they etch the same pattern onto both our skins. We laugh at the same things and we hold silence for different pains. You help lessen mine and understand in a way that I have tried to all my life. I try to lessen yours, it feels like I'm just speaking but I hope it translates into something more. You have a beautiful mind that will be beautiful to the world but I wish I could get to know it better. Your little knowledges and vast understanding is not unappreciated, and although it hurts to say it, I'm happy that you're leaving. I'm happy that better places are about to be alight with your brilliance.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Untitled
Brand new night New lovers every night, their memories strewn about my heart Like poppy seeds. Constantly changing in a never- ending rotation cycle of light and dark Like day and night. We meet, greet, know, and immediately love. It makes me feel good to have the attention at times. But I never quite keep it. Even when I have it, there’s always something wrong. I leave her for her But then leave her for another…. And then have that one break up with me. It makes me feel Tempered. Makes me feel like even when I find my counterpart, there’s something that’s missing or holding us in a place where secrets may be common knowledge, but then common knowledges are secreted. Everyone knew. Friends, parents, and even complete strangers… But the only person who didn’t know was me. Is this a curse? I open my heart for yet another, memories strewn over my soul. And once again, I think I know love. But yet again, I fall short by mere millimeters and crash down back to the reality of my situation. I’m desperate for a recreation. I knew love one day, and maybe will one day soon enough But I’m still on the edge of my mind contemplating who shall victimize my heart again in the toxins of the addictive chemical considered romance on this Brand New Night.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Brand New Night
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 58 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem The divine knowledge kept carefully hidden. behind the knowledges alike; The cosmos behind the unclouded skies. The noble book through what He spoke fondly To us is boundless, every key moment It's enlightened us the endless truth. Of our own almighty creator And His divine love towards His Beloved. Eagerly search for the divine knowledge with sincere affection, not with your own intelligence! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 58