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A Few Of Stiggy Says (poetry)

stigmaticman

stigmaticman

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Drifting Forever Into the Unknown

Here I am, a drifter in space,
My body weightless, ventures
On, into the distant unknown,
Where my very presence speaks
To the emptiness, and gives it life
From the pulse inside my vessel.

Were it not for this once trepid vessel,
I wouldn’t know the embrace of space.
Neither would I have given my life
To such seemingly perilous ventures,
Were it not for a defiance that speaks
And keeps pulling me into the unknown.

Yet, it’s a chance meeting with the unknown,
Why I’ve climbed aboard this vessel,
And the way my palpitating heart speaks,
I would be foolish to slow its pace,
Because I know that where it ventures
One truly finds the meaning of life.

Still, it’s been the pursuit of my life
To become acquainted with things unknown,
And it’s taken me on many adventures.
For, to be here, in the silence of this vessel,
Gazing into the reaches of space,
I can surly say I’m listening to God speak.

And what amazing things He speaks
Into existence! How He brings to life
The myriad wonders of outer-space!
I say, ‘How could one have possibly known
What I would be seeing from this vessel?’
This is why I set off on adventure!

After all, what is a more worthy venture,
Than to listen to the One, Who speaks
As if things were, and fills empty vessels
With such a breath of life?
Through creation He makes Himself known
Even though He’s beyond time and space.

Some of the greatest ventures in this life,
Are the ones that speak of the unknown,
And with this vessel, I’ve more than just dreams of space.


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Somebody Kill the Rooster

In the hold of a soft sleep,
A voice calls me to wake
As my alarm clock beeps.

My bed is warm and sweet,
And I’d rather just stay
In the hold of a soft sleep.

So, I hit snooze for a few more winks,
But soon I must face the day,
As my alarm clock beeps.

I can’t deny the day is upon me,
Yet, I lay here, until I’m once again
In the hold of a soft sleep.

I find myself in pleasant dreams,
But ten minutes quickly drain away,
As my alarm clock beeps.

What’s a few more z’s
At the start of an already long day?
In the hold of a soft sleep,
Once more, my alarm clock beeps.

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Returning to Where It All Began


How I wish to return to the age of innocence,
Becoming a man, I wandered too far from my youth,
Somewhere in time, my sense of wonder faded,
And now, I must return to the inception of 'life as I know it'

Becoming a man, I wandered too far from my youth,
My days have taken on the weight of having a 'life'
And now, I must return to the inception of 'life as I know it'
Before I lose touch with the vital side of 'me'

My days have taken on the weight of having a 'life'
Yet, this siren song is calling me to wake
Before I lose touch with the vital side of 'me'
And find myself milling amongst the living dead.

Still, this siren song is calling me to wake up!
Eyes slowly opening, I'm reaching an awareness,
And find myself milling amongst the living dead.
It seems my eyes and ears have become useless!

Eyes slowly opening, I'm reaching an awareness,
Somewhere in time, my sense of wonder faded,
And it seems my eyes and ears have become useless.
O' how I must return to the age of innocence!


(end)
 
thanks, glad you liked it.

The first poem, was inspired by a birth in the family. So, I just worked it into an ongoing metaphor for birth and the journey beyond.

The second poem, has a deeper meaning too, where, metaphorically speaking, we just don't want to get out of bed sometimes. I'll leave the meaning up to you though.

The last one does have a lot of implications on the form itself. I actually put all kinds of hints in it about the poem itself. But though it may talk about the poem itself, I also wanted to point to deeper truths that mesh with real life realities.

All in all, these three poems were just me having fun with three specific forms. The first poem is a sestina, the second a villanelle, and the third is a pantoum. All of which were a blast to right.
 
stigmaticman said:
Drifting Forever Into the Unknown

Here I am, a drifter in space,
My body weightless, ventures
On, into the distant unknown,
Where my very presence speaks
To the emptiness, and gives it life
From the pulse inside my vessel.

Were it not for this once trepid vessel,
I wouldn’t know the embrace of space.
Neither would I have given my life
To such seemingly perilous ventures,
Were it not for a defiance that speaks
And keeps pulling me into the unknown.

Yet, it’s a chance meeting with the unknown,
Why I’ve climbed aboard this vessel,
And the way my palpitating heart speaks,
I would be foolish to slow its pace,
Because I know that where it ventures
One truly finds the meaning of life.

Still, it’s been the pursuit of my life
To become acquainted with things unknown,
And it’s taken me on many adventures.
For, to be here, in the silence of this vessel,
Gazing into the reaches of space,
I can surly say I’m listening to God speak.

And what amazing things He speaks
Into existence! How He brings to life
The myriad wonders of outer-space!
I say, ‘How could one have possibly known
What I would be seeing from this vessel?’
This is why I set off on adventure!

After all, what is a more worthy venture,
Than to listen to the One, Who speaks
As if things were, and fills empty vessels
With such a breath of life?
Through creation He makes Himself known
Even though He’s beyond time and space.

Some of the greatest ventures in this life,
Are the ones that speak of the unknown,
And with this vessel, I’ve more than just dreams of space.
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I particularly love this one, especially reading it from the perspective of a new life. But it goes way beyond this. It reminds me of the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into a butterfly. It really is a quite beautiful and touching poem.
 
thanks poppy, seems to touch you the way it does me. That is one of my all-time favorite poems I wrote, as it takes me again and again on a wonderful journey.

Well, I wrote another over the last three days, and I can say, its finally came out as something worth sharing. enjoy!

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Amid Clouds and Streams


Thoughts stream by,
Little more than words
Uttered on my mind

Channeled like
Slow moving waters,
Thoughts stream by

I find joy simplified,
When I give ear to what’s
Uttered on my mind

Like clouds in the sky
Pushed by the winds,
Thoughts stream by

When I think of life,
I visit the wonders
Uttered on my mind

The peace I find
Amid the words,
As thoughts stream by
Uttered on my mind
 
Here's another on a different subject altogether.
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The Riddle Box

The box I've lived in
For most of my life,
Has now been opened
And I see outside.

Was it death that showed me?
Of course it was!

For when I think of death,
The box opens up.

For death has showed me
That there's life outside.
How can I then live
Still pent up inside?

Was it death that showed me?
Of course it was!

For when I think of death,
The box opens up.
 
Liked them. They are deceptively simple. Like a craftsman, you have whittled away everything that was not essential to the poem.

Please tell me why you have said, 'Uttered on my mind'. Is it to show the restful and passive state of the mind?
 
would like to change line 11, of The Riddle Box, from 'How do I then live' to 'How am I to live' - seeing it was in the original poem, and was altered when I recited it by memory.

The Riddle Box

The box I've lived in
For most of my life,
Has now been opened
And I see outside.

Was it death that showed me?
Of course it was!

For when I think of death,
The box opens up.

For death has showed me
That there's life outside.
How am I to live
Still pent up inside?

Was it death that showed me?
Of course it was!

For when I think of death,
The box opens up.


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As for the question about 'Uttered on my mind' believe it or not I debated that very word for a few moments. But decided to go with 'on' simply because it spoke of a thought being on the 'surface' of my mind, where I'm conscious of it but not all wrapped up in it. And yes, it was to speak of a passive and restful connection with thought, as goes with the tone of the poem. Thanks for the question.
 
Somewhere Deep Inside

Part of me is silently alive,
It brings forth something vaguely remembered,
Pulls it to the forefront of my mind,
Like a cycling of my running memory.

It brings forth something vaguely remembered,
A look into the distant brought near,
Like a cycling of my running memory,
It keys me in on these things.

A look into the distant brought near,
My mind draws from somewhere deep inside,
It keys me in on these things,
Keeping me up and running.

My mind draws from somewhere deep inside,
Pulls it to the forefront of my mind,
Keeping me up and running.
Part of me is silently alive.
 
thanks!
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The Lotus

In fleeting sighs,
I let go of the trappings
Caught in my soul,

For my days,
Have imprinted on me,
A way to keep them all.

But to let go,
Means to let subside
These passions I foster.

As feelings of peace take over,
Deep in my being,
The lotus slowly unfolds
A million times over.

From this place,
In touch with everything
Between us,

I sense a calm,
Where I taste serendipity
And its sweetness.

At one, I've become,
With the substantial
Joys of hope,

And now, I hold
Onto new ways of life,
As the lotus slowly unfolds
A million times over.
 
stigmaticman said:
As for the question about 'Uttered on my mind' believe it or not I debated that very word for a few moments. But decided to go with 'on' simply because it spoke of a thought being on the 'surface' of my mind, where I'm conscious of it but not all wrapped up in it. And yes, it was to speak of a passive and restful connection with thought, as goes with the tone of the poem. Thanks for the question.
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Its odd but when I read the poem (which I liked) I was struck by how strange the word uttered looked in it. The observation quite changed my experience of the poem. Weird.
 
stigmaticman said:
The Lotus

In fleeting sighs,
I let go of the trappings
Caught in my soul,

For my days,
Have imprinted on me,
A way to keep them all.

But to let go,
Means to let subside
These passions I foster.

As feelings of peace take over,
Deep in my being,
The lotus slowly unfolds
A million times over.

From this place,
In touch with everything
Between us,

I sense a calm,
Where I taste serendipity
And its sweetness.

At one, I've become,
With the substantial
Joys of hope,

And now, I hold
Onto new ways of life,
As the lotus slowly unfolds
A million times over.
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Now this one I very much like.

EDIT:
Having sat with it for a few moments I see it as very descriptive of zen / meditative state and letting go of 'passion' but in it I also see the problem with that line of thinking / being. In letting go of passion you also let of caring. You can't care dispassionately or rather you can, but it becomes a very cold impersonal sort of thing and to me caring should always be personal and passionate.
 
Meadow337 said:
Now this one I very much like.

EDIT:
Having sat with it for a few moments I see it as very descriptive of zen / meditative state and letting go of 'passion' but in it I also see the problem with that line of thinking / being. In letting go of passion you also let of caring. You can't care dispassionately or rather you can, but it becomes a very cold impersonal sort of thing and to me caring should always be personal and passionate.
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I think the passions referred to here are those connected with the 'trappings' or negative and bothersome thoughts.
 
Gita V.Reddy said:
I think the passions referred to here are those connected with the 'trappings' or negative and bothersome thoughts.
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In experiencing poetry ... all interpretations are equally valid ... that is the beauty of poetry :) (and why I hate formal analyses of it. That just squishes it into one very tiny box.)
 
Meadow337 said:
In experiencing poetry ... all interpretations are equally valid ... that is the beauty of poetry :) (and why I hate formal analyses of it. That just squishes it into one very tiny box.)
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Very true. Not only does the interpretation vary from person to person but also depends on the moods of the same person.
 
well, i decided to write a poem that no-one can debate... lol

so here we are, the poem of the century...
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The Storm

As the sky rolls on,
today's weather changes,
Mother Earth says 'hello'
the wind blows, hot and wet

today's weather changes,
the sky grows more and more disturbed,
the wind blows, hot and wet,
and the air takes on more moisture

the sky grows more and more disturbed,
the clouds churn in fury,
and the air takes on more moisture,
bringing thunders to heel

the clouds churn in fury,
with room-shaking flashes,
bringing thunders under heel,
giving one an uneasy feeling

with room-shaking flashes,
each crash makes the heart skip beat,
giving one an uneasy feeling,
which lasts for a moment

each crash makes the heart skip beat,
Mother Earth says 'hello'
which lasts for a moment,
as the sky rolls on.
 
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