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Primal Poetry workshop

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The Scream Continues

Submitted by lonlyhrtsclub13 on Tue, 2019-07-02 11:42

Floating above the darkness
Watching from the highest plane
Tree branches that turn to hands
Crooked fingers digging in
Blood dripping, dragging me under

Fighting, screaming, intertwined
The flames of love and hate burning my skin
The devil I know
Is safer than the one I don't
Our flesh combined, turns to dust

Raw and familiar
Will the pain ever end
The pounding, the shouting
My mind whirls
For Christ sake, just leave me here

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Not Alone Primal Poetry

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2019-06-30 12:31

not alone
in the darkness
thick forest
empty trail...

cabin overgrown
little girl
grassy town...

beyond the prairie
open field darkness everywhere...

path through the trees
many faces appear with me
in the darkness
light comes forth...

end of the grassy road
light brighter than day
opened the way to the cosmos
darkness retreat
into the expanse I go
where dreams are...

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Mortician's Kiss Goodbye Primal WS

Submitted by zebra on Sun, 2019-06-30 06:52

I'm not coming back
no more vain rebellions

hello to nothing
from the minister of nothing
no ones home but shapeless shadows
cutting across mysteries
of multiple worlds

an empty head
so patient
ghost moon

my legs aren't tired anymore
here in the undergrowth
of slugs slides and slime
whispering hymns needle green

buoyant belly on the rings of night
libation of death
apprehending the void
dissolving doom broadens to immensity
like a light flicks on
wonder wave

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Drifting (Primal poetry Part One new piece)

Submitted by Sparrow 42 on Sun, 2019-06-30 04:18

Drifting

I will ask you to join me for a walk,
There is a high place that I know
We can meet there on a grassy knoll
Overlooking the quiet sea below.

Underfoot the grasses give way to chalk
As down we go no need to talk
Here the cliff side is trodden down
Many come here from busy towns

Leave all those things behind
Here the sand will capture your mind
Soft surface in waves blown by the breeze
Follow each movement draws you on

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Daydream (Primal poetry phase 2)

Submitted by bjucks on Sat, 2019-06-29 16:13

Sharp arrow, free as wind
Shot from primal instincts
Gliding through the sorrows
Trying to reach ease
Catching the eyes
Of leathery skin
Shedding below its flight path
In the valley of wariness
Where everything is and is not
A vivid bulls-eye
Two directions, two paths
One pounding door
One that lures comfort
If a serpent can shed
Certainly a heart will try
With internal desire to ascend
The enigma pulling back
Holding steady aim
Despite many who have tried

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Phase II... Primal Poetry Phase II

Submitted by Geezer on Wed, 2019-06-26 18:23

Church darkened
Candles guttering
Coffins full
Spirits departed

Garden variety
Vegetable flowers
White butterflies
Good luck

Holes in the earth
Sandy soil
Wet and raining
Fade

French horns
Thrill me
Guitar's plaintive cry
Mixed pleasures

Swirling galaxies
We are apart
She understands
She doesn't like it

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

All Alone Prima Poetry stage 2

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2019-06-25 19:36

alone in the darkness
thick forest
on an empty trail...

A cabin overgrown
a little girl
this grassy town...

beyond the prairie
open field
Darkness falls...

a path through the trees
dark blue skies
light came forth
the end of the grassy road...

a light brighter than day
opened the way
to leave the woods...

into the expanse
the cosmos
from whence I came...

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

The People... [Primal poetry Workshop]

Submitted by Geezer on Tue, 2019-06-25 15:29

Rhythmic rattles and soft the drums
The whistles of our shamans
Grey ghosts sitting horseback in the fog

The buffalo drift silent across the plain
Voices of the brother wolves
Singing praises of the Father

Dancing of the maidens calling the Mother
From whom all blessings flow
Asking for the harvest of the land to be rich

The children are full of laughter
Uncle stories of foolishness
The Old Shaman tales of the trickster fox

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

"Primeal poetry stage Two"

Submitted by Sparrow on Mon, 2019-06-24 19:04

Today as time ceases.

The beat of the universe slowed
There an opening, I had to reach for
A lighted place full of unconditional love.
There as I felt my way, around all things stopped.

I can only hope that one day you will feel
I hear the whispers of the years.
Knowing that I can be part of the whole
I cannot tell much, or they will lock me away.

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Primal (primal poetry)

Submitted by tyro on Sun, 2019-06-23 08:42

I hear a rhythmic beat
and my heart goes primal.

Complexities upon complexities,
like numbers gone mad,

drifts away from my mind
and my world knows peace.

The heart of the universe,
I hear its beating, I feel

a rhythm engulfing me
a first spark of creation.

I see the snapshot left
of the transition universe.

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

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