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orgami
Jan 31, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

SEDUKSHUN



systems run
rules sculpted by abrasive mind
honed words

society grists and laws are crafted
and always the limits
are pushed far ahead
like shock waves

Then poets in freedom of expression
read to the thirsty
abhored by many

today society blackens
darkness seeps in like a bad
smell

cults of new attraction ride
the rails
flourishing behind the vortex
of freedoms laws

society tilling
and we see what grows

see what fingers hands push
up from the soil
what man or beast emerges
from the heart of darkness
emerging in the light of Now
the present philosophies of
twenty ten

we cry war today
remembering Vietnam
Europe
Waterloo

we have been occupied since
we took up tools
and warmed our ills by the fire

we create order in religion and
secular higher position
straighten ideals on secret
societies

cult of good chasing cult of not so good

and poets sing words throughout

like shamans singing ghost dancers
to dance

the light
and the dark

and our passions
seduced by hot and meek
voices and writings

pocketbooks and flyers
leather bound scripts
and scraps of tatters
like shopping list treaties

ransom notes of love
soaked in tears of perfumes
heady colognes

taste the cigarette tinged
smudge
the dirt from battlefeilds
the might of responsibility

pressed flowers and lipstick
kisses

we move swift like shadows
growing
or lean thinning

the comfort of wants and needs
wrap like arms about us
the touch of words
warming hearts
chilled with cruelties

where is our battle cry of seduction
we are poets
singing in the new age of Now


— orgami, Jan 31, 2010
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bjp

16 years 4 months ago

Dear orgami,

This poem seems to be a maturing of your work. It is a mature subject with sophisticated phrases and sensitive treatment. This line: see what fingers hands push up from the soil is superb. Very glad to see you pushing the envelope of self. Brian
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

"pressed flowers and lipstick kisses"

"we cry war today remembering Vietnam Europe Waterloo".............I like the inclusion of Europe defined as a war, they had many didn't they? "systems run rules sculpted by abrasive mind honed words"................your poetry often has the tools of art in it and this is no exception. "and poets sing words throughout like shamans singing ghost dancers to dance the light and the dark"....................Here are we poets dancing with words. "taste the cigarette tinged smudge the dirt from battlefeilds.....battlefields! the might of responsibility pressed flowers and lipstick kisses" ..................................oh oh oooo. "the comfort of wants and needs wrap like arms about us".................like this "the limits are pushed far ahead like shock waves"...........................and this. You shock wave us into the now and we see the turmoil of society explained here in between the metaphors and evocations. Different for you this Orgami as Brian says,with love from me.
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Brian and Ann

I am trying in short words to move from the evocative dark poems of the years Ive been here to something new People do follow others people do read these words and feel and history is devout with both good and bad followings as mere artist I try to make thought an action now my poems are not placards on broomsticks although they could be but the few there is much more as the many here so I chose this medium instead I am presently working on trying to follow ideals and principles beyond self which means I am trying to work at still being this creative poet but pass on a teaching without a sermon its very demanding work and lots of study and makes me throw away most of my ego which is horrible LIke throwing away armour and going to fight a dragon but I want to do it and my poems become lighter more meaningful as I discard as much as I can the lust in exchange for truth passion the power hunger for empathy hunger etc all i am doing is sharing information I get from the internet and the teachings of others I do not say Listen to me I am the word I am not published nor is money my king but the love of poetry sharing of information for making better systems Thank You for your kind comments both of you Orgami
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

my poems are not placards on broomsticks although they could be

Oh yes what a thought how specially exciting that would be, and suddenly now as I write that is what i did with a whole 'tribe' of little children we made Red Indian headbands with one feather sticking up we dressed accordingly, a mixed bag of dressing up clothes, we made a fire in the neat town garden outside then we made bread Indian style, and the decor was poles with their poems and drawings stuck on them, yes that was great fun. Of course we danced round he fire chanting etc. I didn't mean o be so long, but your broomsticks got me going again. Oh life is great and so varied isn't it Steven. Love Ann
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Steven, wonderful

Dear Steven, wonderful poem. One that deserves publication. http://www.propeace.net/ http://www.poetsforhumanrights.org/ http://www.poetsagainstthewar.org/ Poets are the poster children for what ails the world, we are also it's healing balm: *UNREQUITED TRUTH*. Love, Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

Hello Mona

Like that you "Felt" this I try to put empathic passion in there some say Im not at all feeling but I know I am well at least Steven has not sure about shannon or mr wolf but anyway hey Ill keep making these poems must go and peel potatoes as I said for dinner here its a beautiful winter day! thank you
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magics02

16 years 4 months ago

Yes indeed.. Profound

You know when I feel a poem or a write it is like a strong resonance lingering into thy body, into thy soul and mind and sometimes it lingers and sometimes it fades away. When I say profound well that says it smells of a rose..as lovely as a Rose. So much for that one Orgami MM
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Applause … standing

Applause ... standing ovation ... brilliant write O~ ... taste the cigarette tinged smudge the dirt from battlefeilds the might of responsibility and my favourite lines love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
whitetea

whitetea

16 years 4 months ago

Society is very confusing,

Society is very confusing, very scattered and sometimes much too combined in they ways few people want it to be. Lifestyles are also very strange now. Maybe poetry really is the language of the soul. I am glad to know you can call writing your refuge.
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

Funny Is

thing about now is in the eighties Ronald Reagan and Cold war Berlin war falling and all that (good tunes) its same sort of confusion only now everyones hyper aware one can pick and chose about things on the ol "i" phone or surf the Web plugging in is cool but at the flick we can shut off the world too only thing we cant shut off is the seasons mother nature and basic self premise sometimes kind a like Berlin in the twenties and thirties
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Skumpfsklub

16 years 4 months ago

You've advanced with this one

So, poets are the ones who feel the water heating up. Alerting the other lobsters is what they do---and what they oughta do. No quarrel with that. The vague communication, though, that the water's getting hot, is not enough. The poet must either supply a plan, or must urge that a plan be found, else we get boiled anyway. Speaking as a lobster, I would love to know how to get out of this pot and back into a nice cool ocean. Any ideas on that? I'm sure you do have some. I look forward to reading them. Perry
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orgami

16 years 4 months ago

good critique

well its not an unknown the hot or heat and Ive swum in nice hot oceans crystal waters and damn sea urchins Ouch!! yet lobsters love the cool thus Alaska and North Atlantic yelling fire doesnt really avoid the obvious One of the most interesting things I read about disasters was the calmness that survivors all managed to sometimes get into one led a group down darkened stairs with one of those Illuminesce watch faces in the smoking stairwells I think we all carry information that in an act of formation or togetherness increases great momentum I like thought process and study I am well read and like you like to think and solve we are at a time when being given answers to questions we need to ponder is here sometimes we need to even wonder what the possible question even is now to put this into a system of words or poem so that everyone can understand and relate is what im working towards basically reverse logic and now that I have your attention I will be looking forward to your poems thank You Perry!

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