[Mikal]

Hi Graham...I should have claified myself in the beginning...glad you can get unworried...you and I share a love for poetry...sometimes its the only way I can get the deep things out....peace Mikal

[G_burnett]

Originally Posted by Mikal Hi Graham...I should have clarified myself in the beginning...glad you can get unworried...you and I share a love for poetry...sometimes its the only way I can get the deep things out....peace Mikal

Yes!, poetry = symmetry ...food for thought
G.

[Mikal]

Hi Graham....food for thought...when our head agrees to let our heart speak..the tongue is no longer forked.."the pen becomes mightier than the sword."..smiles

peace Mikal

[G_burnett]

Originally Posted by Mikal Hi Graham....food for thought...when our head agrees to let our heart speak..the tongue is no longer forked.."the pen becomes mightier than the sword."..smiles peace Mikal

Yes Mikal

“... Food for thought” served best with white wine of sec 04.
Sweet and titillating to the nose by aroma of midsummer citrus and a touch of loganberry, chilled, even wrapping ice, to match the cool wind of memory on a white sanded beach. Flickering buds of our tounge, swallowed, and fogging the brain to a point more has to pour.

Many smiles... but then this is all before the event at hand here. Hee hee...
Gaarhm ~ praece!

[Mikal]

Originally Posted by G_burnett Yes Mikal “... Food for thought” served best with white wine of sec 04. Sweet and titillating to the nose by aroma of midsummer citrus and a touch of loganberry, chilled, even wrapping ice, to match the cool wind of memory on a white sanded beach. Flickering buds of our tounge, swallowed, and fogging the brain to a point more has to pour. Many smiles... but then this is all before the event at hand here. Hee hee... Gaarhm ~ praece!

Graham..."thought as white wine"...a white dove which carries love to the ocean of forever. "thought as aroma"....the eagle soars breathlessly to a great distant shore. "thought as touch"...ink spilled on a page...with no hands to touch..no voice to break the silence...it must spiral to the heart where it is felt.

smiles...Mikal

[G_burnett]

Originally Posted by Mikal Graham..."thought as white wine"...a white dove which carries love to the ocean of forever. "thought as aroma"....the eagle soars breathlessly to a great distant shore. "thought as touch"...ink spilled on a page...with no hands to touch..no voice to break the silence...it must spiral to the heart where it is felt. smiles...Mikal

(grinning wide)

me-haps to ponder thus said less we have an Epiphany to wipe up not keeping with the forum we place this all in the fields of ambrosia's for other add? ... dare they tread?

~ peace! warming regards graham

[Mikal]

Graham....poetry is a festival...the forum dies for only seconds while the celebration is shared...celebrating ends and the forum lives the tale of its own telling...

smiles...Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

— In My Own Time —

As I age I drink life’s bountiful wine,
Savoring each droplet in its good time.
As a living chalice of swirling blood,
I must tip my cup to this life of mine.


— Life Savor —

Oh thee, of thine, whence came this life of mine?
I wish to thank thee for this living wine.
Oh Nature, Father Time, Guiding Star—
Thanks for throwing me this earthly lifeline.


— “To Life” —

Drink the lifeblood of the grapes you’ve sown
Before pressing time squeezes out thy own.
Do toast with thy chalice and all inspire:
“To life’s red wine I give all that I own!”


— Byron’s Golden Mean —

Let us have wine, lovers, song, and laughter—
Water, chastity, prayer the day after.
Such we’ll alternate the rest of our days—
On the average, we’ll make Hereafter!


— Up and Up —

Of your love-sweet companion take a sup,
While s/he as your chalice is lifted up.
Drink deep the wine that satisfies love’s thirst;
Drink—before the winds of time dry the cup.





— Persona Grata —

Your wine, my persona radiata,
Fills my golden chalice—oh, Sultana,
I’m intoxicated by your love-stream
Flowing freely—oh dear, amorata!


— Wine, Bread, and Thou —

I caressed her tresses in romantic rhythm
To the contented sighs she sent toward Heaven.
We slumbered where the grass fledged the stream,
Half-awake or asleep in love’s peaceful dream.


— Above Ground —

The cemetery was where the ducks were fed,
Where we friends feasted on wine, verse, and bread
Amidst the flowered trees and quiet streams—
The home for both the living AND the dead.


— Epitaph —

And when thyself with shining foot shall tread
The journey of life, unborn to the dead,
Take Heavenly sups from this earthly cup
And live your life while the wine flows red.

[Mikal]

Austintorn...the festival is at its greatest peak....the celebration is drunk....the heart has spilled its story....lovely, lovely...

smiles...Mikal....(*) (*).....(its a bird...no its a plane...no its austintorn in his copter...really going over my apartment right now...are you going to land the beast.)..chuckles

[austintorn@aol.com]

The beast has landed. Time to celebrate your saving of the world. 2013 has arrived.


— Love Currents —

Riverside, we raise our cups to the zephyr:
A diamond wealth sparkles upon the water,
Seen, gleaming, through rosé-colored glasses,
As we relax on a summer noon after.


— To All Those Who Have Come Before —

Here on the summer grass where you made one,
We turn down our cups—the feasting begun:
With earth’s food and heaven’s drink we toast you:
On this sacred summer lawn, we make ONE.