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Sea Turtles

In Cleveland
there's a $400 bounty
on the persons responsible
for throwing a mare and her foal
over a bridge....
breaking their necks in the process...

every species of sea turtle is
endangered,

from dawn's early light
it's the human garbage-mind
that lays waste
in a blink of an eye,
in the toss of a can,
in the terrible acts of stupidity
selfishness and hate

In Iran, a woman is asking:
"an eye for an eye";
she was blinded by acid
by her professed beloved
and a man in New York
cut off his wife's head,

it's a sad thing that the
human mean gene
seems to be replicating
at an alarming rate.

2.


limbo.
so this is
what
it feels like?

stuck between
alternate realities
on the way
to who knows where?

my heart of joy
and my mental confusion
live side by side
like lovers
spooning
in the marital bed
of what dreams may come

a new day begins
when the sun rises
for the storyteller in me
and the saga continues
its melodrama
comic relief
and romantic aspirations,
but for now
snow is falling
soon the cold winter of my discontent,
will break through
Spring will flower
a warming ritual of rebirth,

and wonder of wonders,
I will still wonder what will happen
to Anna as page after page
fills in its own blanks,
though a rustling breeze,
and sudden whoosh
casts away any script I would have
written,
the windows of my soul open
like an empty chamber.


3

deep inside this ripple of being,
inside this flesh-suit of desire
wanting to be known,
to be touched,
to be persuaded, disuaded
integrated and
emancipated,

we are but a rip, a tear in the
fabric of the universe,
a hole in the ozone,

passing through

charming chameleons of change,
blending into what is no more....


4.

Much love my Love.








































— Kailashana, Feb 22, 2009

Critiques

infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 3 months ago

Anna

Part I. - what a horrible thing to read about. Makes for a great poem, but it troubled me reading it. Part I - IV. all very well put together. Nicely broken up. I liked your changing chameleones, as they're probably quite confused as towhat to change into if there's nothing. Does that make them transparent? ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Last night, I laid in bed looking up at the stars, and thought: "where the hell is the ceiling?!"
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

Jess… for some reason, the

Jess... for some reason, the news story of the horses is so horrific. Must be that we've heard the other ones before. Seeing the bodies of the horses in the frozen water stayed with me obviously. Must be memories of my mom.. she would wince when the horses would be shot from under the riding cowboys, Indians, soldiers, etc. She always said man creates war, horses have nothing to do with it but ride into the thick of battle. Someday, perhaps, in my Idealist world, poets can write only love poems. Thanks for reading and your comments, Jess. BTW, chameleons go with the flow.... hence their ability to change to their surroundings, lol. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho
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barbsdad2003

17 years 3 months ago

This! is the way ...

to pen a rant. It sweeps in from the sides, all sides at once, tears up the ground, mixes it up royally, then finally---by then exhausted!---quits to take a breath. There will always be stuff to rant about. How we do it's terribly important. Thanx so much, Chuck PS to others at this site: For those here who write rant pieces, here lies a model of how it's done ... when it's done brilliantly.
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

I am grateful to have poetry

I am grateful to have poetry for self-expression. Would that poets make a living from their words... more often than not, we're the ones who speak of things no one wants to hear.... long before they are *crises*. It's a thankless job.(Except from other poets.) ;-) Hugs Chuck. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho
yenti

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Kailashana

Your heart ruled your pen, your pen is an extension of your anger at things others do. Best take a deep breath and let the love push the heart to rule the pen. There is nothing you can do about past things there is something you can do about tommorow, that is let your thoughts of the love of all people fill the heart that rules the pen it may just catch on and all will learn. As usual your work is of the best from the heart, I await the change of feelings from that pure spirit therein, Yours Ian.T
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

Sometimes love is the pen

Sometimes love is the pen overflowing with anger, Ian. To honour ALL my feelings is to let the pure spirit reign sovereign. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Beautifully terrible

Rip roaring stuff full of pathos and with a ranting rhythm that gallops through the world of man and all his vicissitudes I loved it and hated the evil in it. Torn in shreds, mended again and again as in life's unmapped journey. I so enjoyed the sounds of the words I rode it through the night and the day and must reread it before I post this perhaps as I have only done so once. Twice and it was still devastating-good. Well done Anna from Ann of Norway

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