Sjr1000 poems on Hello Poetry

Marshal Gebbie May 2015

Intangibly, it cometh and goeth.
Substanceless it slips in transition from one immeasurable instant to the next. Equitable to infinite space, in terms of distance, infinite time is a concept quite alien to the finite human mind. There is no proof of existence, it is a human conception with no sensory component, an illusion and utterly immeasurable in real terms with only a human contrivance to calibrate it....(and poorly at that).
Time is the silken zephyr on which we lay our dreams and aspirations. It is the currency of deep religion and is regarded as the ultimate sword hand of God. Incorruptible and absolute it brooks no favour, seeks no fame. Irreversible in it's cold implacable, unquenchability it merely, unfeelingly.... proceeds.
M.

PrttyBrd Nov 2014

the wisdom of a friend (taken from a comment by Sjr1000)

When expectations are in line with
            reality there is no

                                      disappointment

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From an insightful comment left on "disenthralled" by Sjr1000

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/689484/disenthralled/

#truth #10w #wisdom #insight

wordvango Jan 2016

HP needs a Hall of Fame!

Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall.  Ken Griffey Jr.  will surely be selected.

I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.

In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:

                    A feeling heart
                    loves  poetry
                    is a friend to others in the community

A Triple Crown.

Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:

Vicki  (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.

Forgive me if your name is not listed. In no way am I suggesting HP create a hall of fame, because it already has one, and every poet who met my criteria above is already a member.

#hpfriend

Camellia-Japonica Aug 2014

Sir Sjr1000

My wonderful friend
You blend words like a wizard
Evoke imagery out of syllables and rhyme
Leave us breathless at your unique insight
and jealous of your zeal for being a wordsmith.
Were I able to, my wonderful friend I would knight thee
for services to the beauty of words.

© JLB
19/08/2014
01:00 BST

SøułSurvivør Jan 2017

Frig & Frack

A protest song inspired by sjr1000

Frig & Frack dance a dance
To see who is astute
They run an oil rag up a pole
To see who will salute

Nobody seems to see it
They just watch TV
Corporate's just overjoyed!
They can dance for *FREE!

They just quash the media
Build gas-guzzling trucks
People purchase in their millions
So Frig & Frack make BUCKS!

Nobody seems to wonder
Why water tastes so funny
Why their kids have cancer
Why... Big Oil's makin' MONEY!

Yeah... nobody seems to care a fig
Most people aren't that hyper
Now Corporate can laugh and jig...

...and we all Pay the Piper!

SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017

Please read sjr1000's poem
"Friggin' Fracking"
It's just scathing.
We need more protest & awareness of this!
The media ain't gonna tell folks...
That's what poets & songwriters are FOR!

#poetry #protest #fracking #hellopoetry107

SøułSurvivør Apr 2015

Even more parting thanks...

... to my Hello Poetry friends...

This is my third post of
Loving thanks.

Perhaps in time i will come back...

Svere G Holter
Poetic T
mark cleavenger
Impeccable Space
Sjr1000
Mayas
Pamela Rae
Marguerite

I'm in much physical and mental and emotional pain right now. Please pray for me... and another prayer for my parents and another special someone

THANKS FOR ALL YOU SHARED WITH ME... YOU WILL BE MISSED.

Love
Catherine

If your name isn't on this list please note that there are previous posts...
Please check them out your name may be there...

More names to thank. I will try to get a 4th post out when I am feeling better....

Nat Lipstadt Aug 2015

We're just going to have to open one more can of worms

~~~

for Sjr1000
and his proffered invitation

~~~

delve and dive,
smack lip tasting each line we drop over the side,
as if it each worm is a new word
first time heard
or ever écrit

explicate and parse
the shape, the portent,
looking for the double mystery,
the wisdom and the plaisir of two minds cojoining

our poems, indeed,
every one a product of a stainless steal shiny can of worms,
so strikes me when,
that fishing trip day est arrivée

the worms will be of the glo variety,
whom when pole dipped,
will be like chocolate treats for catching poetry fish,
to rapture capture new reciprocity recipes

share and delight,
comparing size,
whose is most luminescent, tumescent,
whose poems will taste most délicieuse

men fishin n' writing male bonding, stainless steel strong, a men friendly completion competition,
you bring the worms in a cancan,
I'll bring the cannes à pêche^

they'll accuse of being heinous poets turned into
collaborateurs,
to which we'll laugh responding in unison,
for sure, bien sûr!

^fishing poles
~~~
SJR 1000
This really got me thinking, a couple of immediate responses. On the prospect of reviewing, the image that comes to mind is standing in the bathroom, when you can line up the mirrors, one in front and one behind, until our reflection finds infinity.

On our attempts, though written about fishing, by applies to our poetry as well: The joy of fishing is
the pursuit of the elusive but attainable, a series of occasions for hope.

Your volume, thick or thin awaits, stories told by a knowing soul.

Go for the gold, Nat. It'll make all the neuroses worth it.
Sjr1000
ReplySjr1000
John Buchan wrote the quote, the charm of fishing...an opportunity for a perpetual series of occasions for hope...
Nat Lipstadt
ReplyNat Lipstadt
When we going fish in' ?
Nat Lipstadt
Reply Nat Lipstadt
That is a famous image of the post war French existenialists; Camus Je pense
Nat Lipstadt
Reply Nat Lipstadt
Can't express enough how much your caring and delving deep means to me.
Sjr1000
Reply Sjr1000
We're just going to have to open one more can of worms.

wordvango Jan 2016

Final version of the one word community add to poem!!

This poem which was created by several poets, while abstract , a bit meandering, as any collaboration might become, has behind it a meaning.
My effort, my intent, was not to create a poem that bested Shakespeare, no. I with all my heart wanted to show that HP is for all of us. HP is for us to make a difference, if possible. It is possible.
Put away the transgressions the petty bickering, all.
We may have lost this battle, but we shall win the war.

Now, the poem:

Once Upon I, the warrior skeletal
the eternal darkness
descended
with cracked laughter echoing
serendipity exploding
and unfolding erase(s)
the expanse of nightfall,
those connected before
redemption,
rustic austerity
peace
for she
dreaming forlorn
liberated
by the sword
sine qua non

In order of contribution I would like to thank :

m i å, SPT,wehttam,Vicki,Harriet Tecumsah Watt,memineI,
Fallen Angel,Reshnia crimson,ryn,Jaxton Tyler Redmond
Sassy J,Eric W,SE Reimer,aivustianumus,lluvia de abril,
Steven Langhorst,Tonya Maria,Sjr1000,Emma Livry,
Aztec Warrior,Renae,brandon cory nagley,Dave Kavanagh,
Adhi Das,Alyssa Underwood,A Lopez,Heather Beth,
and Sapiotextual all for their contribution to the making of this poem
and to the betterment of our community.

Edmund black May 2019

Thank You

Home is a powerful concept...if you can find that in the heart of others . A place that is safe, a place that too often bright and welcoming without judgement, a place to be understood, a place that celebrates you and looks for you, a place where the sunsets are always beautiful, a place that lights up upon your presence ...if you can find that where ever it may be ...Do not let go. Home is truly a magical place where we love one another . Home is You beautiful people Diamond Crazy Kristy, Santita, CJ Love, Fawn , Perry, Crow, Micrography- D, Pattie m, Luz Hanaii , Pegan Paul, , Cné , Star BG, Sue, emnabee, Omni, Temporal Fugue, Valsa George, Tash McKay , Lora Lee , Donna, False Poets, Kim JOHANNA Baker, Lily, Suzy, tinhearts, Nat lipstadt , Lori Jones Mckaffery, Elena, Joey,Mack, Gods1son, Khoi-San, Poetryjournal, Sheila Sharpe, Sjr1000, Polar, Monlight, Diya, M-E , Salmabunu Hatim , Jules just to name a few and etc
I am humbled, appreciative, grateful for all the love and your generosity with kindness. What we’re experiencing here is love manifested as poetry.
My love is real
~~~~

Love , love , love always bring healing to the incurable.

Thank You From The Bottom Of My Heart ❤️ Thank You

Nat Lipstadt May 2020

my grievous faults

my grievous faults
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~for SJR1000~

the sun is out after a week of island fog,
(different from regular citified fogginess)
days seasoned with rapacious, hard hitting
all-night-long-rains, steady winds of
fifteen miles per hour, made “outside”unattractive,
yet, even now, sun inside with me, writing you

listening to Tupelo Honey, sets me awondering,
have you figured out how people work,
uncovered the source of human misery,
so we can get that vaccine asap, for something
a 1000 times more deadly than coronavirus?

my grievous faults, many, well catalogued,
but one of the chiefest is a side effect of a
virulent ego that cuts off vision, thoughtfulness,
letting good people slip away, and when called out,
I’m aggrieved, my faults, they wicked, embarrassing

so I’m asking, you, myself, anybody else, eavesdropping,
if this is true, for me, for you, you got the experience, if

”It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees”^

write me, enlighten me, and if the answers are
still a fugitive escaping, no matter, just way it is,
no pressure other than the sixteen tons of mining
life’s coal dust vicissitudes, its mysterious way of tilting
the scales, then escaping, side venting, through poetry

^ lyric from”Angel” by Sarah Mclachlan

#lipstadt #sjr1000 #grievous #faults

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