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Archon dionsyia

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-04-10 08:28

mists fall
t he cry of birds
the silence of the city walls

even the great voice of
the sea is hesitant
and murmurs dreams

and a crown leans
as the world
listens

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Editing - rough draft

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William Saint George

Tue, 2012-04-10 11:08

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I like how this poem feels like the calm before the storm. But let me ask; is the second word in the title supposed to be dionysia? I looked it up though.

No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot

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Esker

Tue, 2012-04-10 14:17

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rallies for thought
the tower of babel

a celebration of quiet
Euro is struggling in this
economic woe
perhaps everyone is sated
enough there is no need
for upheaval

yet

we shall feast on the benefit
of corporate selflessness
there will be no starvation
but only celebration
We still have our joys

but listen to the winds
ponder the waters

lilacs and mustard blew
lightly in nineteen thirteen

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William Saint George

Thu, 2012-04-12 04:12

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The sarcastic bard seems to loath
the excess of his day,
and so he preaches,
donning doom-sayer's rags,
to fight the pomp of the time.

Yet few will listen to his word,
not because they never have,
but because they thrill
in the joy of the
crests and troughs of the river
they call the market,

but,

the bard warns, again,
we may have reached
a waterfall,

and we must prepare
to plunge

No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot

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Cloudthings

Wed, 2012-04-18 22:54

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Dear Steven & wsg, loving this interaction thing here... wonderful work both of you!!!!

A

Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

Ian.T

Tue, 2012-04-10 11:27

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The council of the Greeks a write that portrays that when they spoke everyone listened.
Some time to yearn for as the in between wars there was a beauty in their peace and governing ways.
I would have loved to go back to Italy and live the Etruscan ways for a while, they were brave adventurous and had a beauty in their works that has yet to be surpassed.
Go well my friend, a lovely write, Yours, Ian

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Esker

Wed, 2012-04-11 00:45

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no overhead jets
no rumble of cars
no wires humming
no television
or computer
voices

and in the great ampitheatre Orators
and plays were heard
people seated to listen to a human
voice only How hushed it must have
been everyone quiet no cell phones
no chatting in hushed tones

Festivals with live music

different....There is a place in New Brunswick
called Kings Landing or someplace
old pioneer time buildings a sailing vessel
home cooking on the hearth in period structures
a grist mill run with water....again no cars no
overhead jets landing no wires and the
women in period costume cooking real food
it smelled so delicious there was a peace
in the air.. sure many issues of its day were
deplorable too but today there is so much
distraction and noise....nice to think about
the simplistic moments though

Thank You

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Tommi Cordial

Tue, 2012-04-10 14:39

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give us more it's leaves me intrigued.

Tommi

Tommi Cordial

Dawn breaks over marble head...

Esker

Wed, 2012-04-11 00:46

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more a social comment about Greece
what if calamity was not heralded with
the beating of drums but a quiet
stillness like dread or the calm
before the storm...

thank you

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Nordic cloud

Tue, 2012-04-10 15:20

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So beautiful,
so quiet and yet so full of sound
this universe

profound.
Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Esker

Wed, 2012-04-11 00:48

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always
in the eye of all great hurricanes is stillness

thank you

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Cloudthings

Wed, 2012-04-11 03:32

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Wonderful, so light & yet so weighted, this poem is an iceburg, that struck me in line 6, then tipped me into an isle of ponderance with the last 3 lines... Reading your work is like tasting an exquiste meal, this may be a la carte, but so amazingly flavourful & rich & delicate ... piquing the appetite for more forever.

Your faithful fan always
Cloud

Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

Esker

Wed, 2012-04-11 08:27

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I had moved from the art classroom for lunch and off class hanging out
I had dropped a few classes and was going to school (half hour bus ride
or fathers car drive away from home)
I sat at the tables between the occupational students and the wealthy
kids...Looking at it now that seemed strange that there were the two
so close and yet so far in social structure and standing while the whole
rest of the school was filling in the rest of the lunch room At that time
it was packed (eighteen hundred in 1983 compared to six hundred fifty
in 2012) One of the english teachers and intelligent lesian sat with
me and another intelligent student...before long we were about four to
five discussing world matters, some personal issues.. It was always
interesting to pique their interest with queries and see where their minds
went too most of them were fast on their feet with thoughts
I enjoyed that very much about the human contact

nothing wrong with partying and social importance of boyfreinds and
all girlfreinds and such I sat with the pretty people and they would talk
to me about their love life as I was a kind of character with my coffee
and sketch pad and books to read and all of those were high end
high grade students too (the pretty crowd)

what is intelligence if its not for questions and queries at times
and why can it not be fast

Thank You for your comments Dear
mr wolf

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Nordic cloud

Thu, 2012-04-12 11:35

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No telephone wire hums,
how we used to be fascinated by those,
my sister and I,
the thought that hundreds of calls
were buzzing about between people
far away from each other,
that plaintive sound,
like some bird in distress,
or just the wind moaning tales on the air currents
across miles and miles of land and sea.

That feeling of the space beyond what we could see in front of us,
always a magnet for the imagination...
now, as you say, drowned by the sound of traffic+.

If more people could listen to nature
maybe we could make a difference,
forget money and possessions
and see this beautiful world
without fighting nature or each other.
Big sigh at all the bickering that constitutes government.

I can talk, when I live where we hear nothing a night,
only the sigh of the wind, or the very slight sound of the fridge,
the occasional dropping of something from the flat above,
the caw of the crow or the song of the robin,

how privileged we are, I often think of it.
No teenage children who like bang bang music all day,
that would be a burden to me.

And yet a stay in a town is fun,
the forever drone of traffic gives a continuum,
like the harpsichord in the Baroque music,
or the sitar in Classical Indian music,
or the bagpipes in Northern European music, Brittany etc.
They give one the feeling that one is still alive,
the blood charging through the veins like a continuum.

You have me on a boat nearing the rapids...

Wow its exciting too...Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Cloudthings

Wed, 2012-04-18 23:01

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See the wonderful inspiration you set loose Steven? Exactly as a good poet/artist should... How I love all this!!!
A
xx

Cheers
Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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