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phewwww! And theres a woosh of breath being let out.
Yeah, there are a few people who know who i am here…
Just to keep this thread going, I’m putting this up:
All the Fallen Trees
Down in the old wood,
Evergreen, everglade, the old trees stood.
Tall and proud and mighty in knotted trunk,
In bough, in branch, in canopy like cowl of monk.
Shade in the old wood;
Dark, damp warmth where the old trees stood.
A meeting place where skylark sings and robin nests,
But plague, wooden strife,
Hollow, empty, nothing though external life.
Trees wither on the inside; they do not know
The might and pride and leafy shade are but a show.
Thus comes the woodsman,
Short, sharp knock and he understands.
The axe chips, the axe fells, the axe gives no care
To who was taller, wider or whose leaves more fair.
All the fallen trees,
Leaves and branches rustle in the rippling breeze,
Still waving at tomorrow that has been and gone;
A wasted opportunity to be someone.
too deep for me to follow actaully. sorry.
sighhhhhhhhhhhhh, here comes the big D…
SM – It’s about externality and how some people spend so long just doing the things they think they have to do and being who they think other people want them to be that they never actually end up knowing who they themselves are.
Oh gosh, jmh, I read it so differently. I thought of it as a mighty tree who was withering inside (perhaps from pain and stress) but all looked at her/him as a mighty tree until death overtook her/him and people found out how empty she/he was inside and how they missed the chance to help because they were disillusioned by the externality.
(Darn, I think I just gave myself away)
thanks for explaining! I was also thinking along syag’s lines, but i didnt think of the chance to help part, and i thought i must be missing the meaning.
Hey, feel free to read it how you want…
Oh my gosh,
this cannot be,
I scream NO!,
I shout no,
but the vast emptiness echoes my cries,
the darkness of death,
it stares me in face,
it looks me in the eye and says YES!
I said no.
I told you NO!
You couldn’t take them.
I held onto them for dear life,
and you untangled their life from my grip.
you stole them.
you evil monster.
i said NO!
You didn’t care.
(person who died), I’m sorry! I wish you hadn’t been slipped from my grip! I wish you would’ve lived a longer, healthier, and happier life!and I’m sorry for wronging you so much. Rest In Peace
🙁 sending a hug
wrote this originally as a poem…now it’s a song 🙂
waves crashing on a
rock-ridden shore
sharks surging through the
dark ocean floor
danger lurking
date unknown
tide rising
struggle
alone
then a
sailboat of splendor
rising high above the
frothing seas
no white flag of surrender
holding strong
you cruise with ease
toss a life vest
out to me
safe aboard
you’ve set me
free
not alone
you’re by my side
and when I fall
no need to hide
not alone
safe and free
knowing you
are there for me
whoaah, sailboat of splendor
rising high above the
frothing seas
no white flag of surrender
holding strong
you cruise with ease
sailboat of splendor
rising high above the
frothing seas
no white flag of surrender
holding strong
oasis of calm
my sailboat of splendor
On the subject of the sea (also written originally as song lyrics):
Heaven’s Ocean
Standing at the world’s edge, watching, as the crystal waves
Shatter on the uncompromising sand,
Bringing the haughty foam down to its knees, pleading for mercy
Even as the last flecks die an ignoble death.
Every tear that rolls off my cheeks, finds its final resting place
With its salty brethren, but its soul soars heavenwards,
Adding a drop, single and pure,
To heaven’s ocean.
And the ghost-ships of emotions long dead
Sail those briny depths, wandering forever, crossing waters
That have been crossed a thousand times before
By a thousand broken hearts, yet each one is alone.
All of them go in the same direction, for the only way is up,
Because with every true tear that falls, the wave rises,
Until it gains the strength to push its way through
And to break on the shores
Of Heaven’s ocean.
And enter Paradise.
shnitzy- that was really nice, and beautiful message. Welcome!
Jmh- now THAT is a song i want to hear. That was amazing, the emotions hit me. Sometimes you just have to hear that your tears really do go somewhere and matter. Thanks for sharing, just when i needed.
SM – my chavrusa wrote the music for that, and unfortunately I can’t remember it. Anyone with any musical inclinations here is free to see if they can do anything with it…
middlepath, i think that was a call for you!
Thanks, SaysMe.
just my hapence, it’s a really nice poem. I don’t have much free time these days (which is a good thing), but I’ll see if I can put that poem to some music.
It was a veiled hint to NAS, actually. But if middlepath thinks they want to have a pop, gezunte heit.
not posted for a bit – here is something I wrote a few years ago. I love going to the park and my favourite time of day is just before dusk, when it’s almost empty…
I sit by the lakeside
Nature at its best
A cool breeze ripples the water
And ruffles my hair
Another answers.
Ducks play in the water
A mouse scurries
I see a mother pushing a pram
Hear a child laughing
These moments are precious
To just sit here and watch
The sky on the horizon beginning to turn pink
Two birds race across the twilight sky
The clouds are tinged with orange
Trees rustle gently
Its music vibrates through me
I am lost in its song
Here, in this twilight moment
Sitting by he lakeside
Return to life and its challenges
And in my mind I will return to this moment
This calm and tranquil state of mind
Sitting by the lakeside
NAS – I think I remember that one from a few years back. If I’m honest, not amongst my favourites. The brush-strokes are a bit too broad for me…
ah, another musician among us! Well then, nas, go for it! 🙂
i rly like ur poem. But maybe i’m just biased cuz i love sitting in the empty park just letting the nature touch me, and watching and listening. Nahhh, i still like the poem 🙂
blabla: hug…… nothing else to say.
You think you understand
The rhythm of a heart.
A dead pulse locked
Within a disordered
Mess of tubes
Running in all
Directions.
blabla – I am so sorry.
puppy- maybe not understand, but can try, can care, can sympathize and empathize. But no, noone may ever fully understand,bu can get close
SM – I LOVE music. I sometimes think that it’s a part of me, without music I wouldn’t be able to express myself as well, or let out my frustration or simply disappear to another place. I find the three weeks and the omer the hardest time of year
With you about the music. Just wish I had the talent to make it as well as consume it…
nas- :). While i’m not soo into music like that, i know people who are, who dry up without it during omer. I definitely use it as an escape and mood transformer tho, and without my piano for release, the 3 weeks and omer can be quite tough. Hope you can put music to jmh’s poem then n share!
SM, I once worked on a couple of his poems to try and make a tune to come up with them. And JMH, you have the talent, you just never really had the lessons (not that I did either, but had you been taught something other than violin and really had some serious lessons you would also be very good). The being able to make up a tune as you go along – you know who that comes from!
NAS – I am not manually dexterous enough to play any instrument, as you well know…
I bet it would have helped though. Maybe not violin, that was a little ambitious, but piano if you learned from young enough…
Maybe. Maybe not. Speculation is all very well but the fact remains that I just can’t play an instrument. Anyways, I’m sure this is a poetry thread… And therefore:
Have you seen my dream?
How could my dream just disappear?
I had my dream just yesterday,
This morning, not an hour ago,
How come it went when I let go?
This dream of mine, I need to find it
A dream, I realise now, you must
For just open up your hand and soon
jmh,that poem was awesome. The rhythm was amazing and the idea too.
Saysme, thanks for the empathy. Its appreciated.
Thanks!
is that a new one? never read it before
It’s about 6 months older than your daughter… I’m sure I sent it to you after I wrote it…
Zachor
From that day of horror, shock and tears
Six Kedoshim taken, not one left
Leaving every one of us bereft
Was that every one had been a Jew
Who lived abroad, who davened where
Before we knew, for days we prayed
For a bitter Kaddish we assembled
While the villains partied and dissembled
In our golus of such long duration
Please, H-shem, protect your nation
Today is the fourth yortzeit of the six Kedoshim who were murdered in Mumbai:
Rabbi Gavriel Holtzberg
Rebbetzin Rivka Holtzberg
Bentzion Kruman
Rabbi Leibish Teitelbaum
Yoheved Orpaz
Norma Shvarzblat
On dandelions I still wish
it may be a childish thing
to blow a kiss upon the wind
and across its tiny wings
a desire of the heart
among the flowing breeze
soaring gently on the wind
its weight is carried with ease
wishes i dare not say
in hopes that they come true
whispered on those tendrils sweet
aspirations are not few
while others wish upon the stars
for what only heaven brings
i blow kisses upon the wind
my wishes rest on tiny wings
they carry pieces of my heart
each desire is made anew
on dandelions i still wish
on their wings i wish for you
her heart
shadowy green meadows
forbidden pastures
closely secured and guarded
no intruders are welcome
surrounded by
towering walls of stone
bars of iron
locks of steel
bricks upon bricks
so solid
and closed
even insects
are forbidden entry
days
months
years
beautiful green fields
lush gardens
closed away
beneath
cloudy skies
without even a
ray of sunshine
countless attempt
to penetrate the fortress
and breathe their last
outside it’s gates
dawn
one tiny spider
approaches
hailing from
pastures as beautiful
beyond a fortress
as unapproachable
as her own
first attempts
yield nothing
soon
spider changes tactics
digs beneath the
wall of stone
slowly
strenuously
days
months
spider breaks through
the fine soil
scales the fortress
from within
weaving
gossamer threads of trust
time
strengthening
her Web of beauty
unbreakable wall
crumbling to dust
Luna- wow! that poem was totally up my alley….now if only I could write so well…sigh
icot-thanx that was really meaningful…I was close to the kedoshim…
how do you know
if its worse this time
or just cuz its now
that it seems so?
was last time easier?
was it not so bad?
or is that cuz it’s passed
and memory fades?
Am i doing worse now
or is it not true?
is it really the same
but i forgot how to cope?
Whats happened?
Where did i go?
Where is my strength?
Where is my soul?
Why am i like this?
Why is it like this?
Whats going on?
Whats wrong with me??? :'(
I wrote this last night when I couldn’t sleep…
For The Conductor (of the Morning Star)
And on that day was Israel saved
And saw the Great and Mighty Hand.
As the crocodile drowned behind
Miriam took her drum and danced.
The lightning bolt struck down Hazor,
The Keinite turned him from his way
And drove a tent-peg in his temple,
And Deborah sang upon that day.
Head and shoulders above all else,
A humble man though for it,
The lyre and cymbals stirred his soul
And is yet Saul a prophet.
The shepherd king with his harp
Protecting from the seething horde,
As the covenant passed by in song
Then David danced before the L-rd
My Beloved, as the apple blossoms,
The turtle-dove calls back and forth
A Song of Songs for Solomon.
JMH- Beautiful.
Wow. Just wow. JMH (I am so tempted to use your real name) that was just wow.
Thanks!
Luna – just read the poem you posted last week and it’s really, really beautiful. I really love the imagery and the sentiment. Just beautiful.
ICOT- yasher koach, really well written
luna- that was lovely 🙂
shnitzy- i liked that piece!! Really. Sweet determination.
Shout out to all the quiet or past posters
Does anyone out there hear my calls
does anyone out there care?
Will anyone give me relief from my burden
when it is too much to bear?
Does anyone read my unrhymed cries
does anyone hear the heavy sigh
will anyone give me a chance to unload
and a chance to wipe my eye
does anyone even realize when
i lie for hours in bed?
does noone know the inner turmoil
dancing around in my head?
Does noone notice the forlorn look
i can no longer hide?
the mask has cracked, i’ve been revealed
but who stays by my side?
One by one they all drift off
afraid of what they see
the pain i carry frightens them
do they know that it frightens me?
But i forge on, i forward march
i try and try again
when there is someone encouraging
when supported by mentor or friend
when you threaten to desert me
i begin to fall apart
the loneliness, it burns me deep
pierces my armored heart
my need to talk, to share my pain
at times seems unsatiable
and you wonder how much you can take
you question if i’m stable
but years of shutting emotions inside
retaliate with a vengeance
for my learning to share what i feel and think
for daring to breach that fence
yes, i have to relearn how to do it alone
but til then, you know what’d be nice?
an ear to listen with sympathy
and another to debate advice
for now, i slowly wither away
see how my spirit dies
my motivation is down to zero
my cheerful moods are lies
slipping further downward
into the darkest abyss
but you know what? Most people dont notice
i dont feel i am very missed
hey SaysMe, I do!
do what?
Yes, that was bitter, sorry
just wanna apologize syag. Thanks for reading n responding.
SaysMe…. Very nice poem. Hopefully things will get better.
I used to post here more often but haven’t been on here for a while but I will try a little poem myself.
I cry,
I try,
I flail,
I fail.
I wonder,
I blunder,
I scream,
I dream.
My cries does any one hear?
Does anyone really care?
Trapped, that’s how I feel.
Everything is so surreal.
Trapped in the dark,
No sign of light, not a spark.
How will I break free?
This bleakness seems to be gripping me.
As I walk in a daze,
Everything seems to be a haze.
I notice a man, broken and poor,
Clothing tattered, lying on the floor.
The haze clears,
Such a sight brings me to tears,
Is my life that bad?
The poor mans life would I rather have had?
Suddenly it is clear to me
This incident helped me see,
G-d guided me this way,
To help the poor man on this day.
Although I still have a way to go,
Some are worse off, now I know.
With a kind word and a gentle smile,
I give the man 10 dollars, for him it will go a mile.
As I walk on,
I realize that life is like a marathon.
I can either give up and be left behind,
Or push ahead and have the finish line in mind.
Of course if I do it on my own,
It will just be me, all alone.
With his guidance and love, all my troubles I can withstand
And just like the beggar who felt forlorn,
G-d sent an angel to warm his heart, broken and torn.
So too in time I’ll see,
My troubles and sorrows G-d will turn to joy and glee.
CallMeDave- thank you and welcome back! and thank you for the reminder and message, and even in poetry!
SaysMe – nothing to apologize for. You wrote a poem asking who cares, listens and notices and I answered that I do. Sorry I wasn’t clear.
Hope things are looking up (or at least not quite as down)
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