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Primal Poetry workshop

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A Quiet Thunder (Primal thoughts)

Submitted by Sparrow on Sat, 2019-06-22 18:55

It was a time of joy
At rest there me as a boy
Then the colours came.
Gentle shades to put me at ease.

I did not understand
Here I was in another land
Not physical, but that of the mind
I felt sick, then fear stole the day.

I was too young to be treated this way
The colours subsided into the norm
I heard voices so very far away
Yet when looking, they were inside.

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Rhythm Of the Drum Prima Poetry

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sat, 2019-06-22 00:21

rhythm of the drum
darkness rise
tainted blue skies
behind dark trees...

traveling through the cosmos
passed ocean surface
to other side of the mountain...

around and around beat goes
spinning above the drum
like wind
spiraling in the air

across blue ocean
land of no man
dead tree branches
makeshift cot for resting...

in darkness of night
hazy blue skies
pulled high
into the cosmos
spiraling among constellations...

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Wildfire (Primal poetry)

Submitted by bjucks on Fri, 2019-06-21 16:05

beauty dual movement
atoms pay tribute
translucent fluid greet bones
my fingertips numb to heat
scorching the will to hide

vulnerable glow surveys the land
rising certainty of the blaze
ten thousand degrees
with a three sixty vibration
coursing power through redrock dirt

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Their Eyes (Primal Poetry Workshop)

Submitted by Patricia on Fri, 2019-06-21 11:54

The eyes of the world are upon us.
No lashes no brows
Just great big ugly eyeballs.

We share a table with
Cheese and crackers and a red wine.
Me with my yellow blonde curls,
You with your tiny hands.

We do nothing of value.
We just sit and stare
With the eyes of the world.

These eyeballs cry for luxury.
They make a mess around.
Give them what they want or leave.
The choice is yours.

What do they want?
To see the world destroyed,
By one little woman and one lonely child.

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

The Thrumming in my Veins (Primal Poetry Workshop)

Submitted by Pugilist on Fri, 2019-06-21 08:02

In my blood I feel a calling
coursing through my veins like magic,
like determination flowing
to a purpose I can only
imagine with the hinter mind,
with the base of the medulla;
calling, calling, calling to me
to step out, to be heard, to cry
for justice in a world too old
to heed the wails of lost souls
who sit at the edges of the
table and beg for the piteous scraps
left long after the feast has passed
into a memory jaded
and gilted with provocation
that punishes the poverty

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Primal Scream

Submitted by lonlyhrtsclub13 on Wed, 2019-06-19 10:51

Black, infinite distance aligned
No stars, no moon, no guide
The edge of a wing, across my face
Flapping, startling
Footsteps from behind

A little faster, quickened pace
Eyes darting, side to side
Heightened senses, high alert
Arms prickling, hairs on end
Sweat dripping from chin

Running, chest pounding
Lungs collapsing, can barely breathe
Caught, whose there?
Blinded, hard object
Unconscious dreams

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

Watermana

Submitted by weirdelf on Wed, 2011-02-23 22:57

I went on a journey
I went on a journey
I sought mana of feeling
empowerment for those
who would share my journey
I prayed for mana of feeling,
empowerment of feeling,
for those who would share my journey
I prayed to the spirits of the lowerworld
for empowerment
with love for you
who share my journey

Workshop: 
Primal Poetry

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