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Share Your Joke
Share Your Joke Together we will swim in the depths of Each others thoughts as two people, But arise to the surface as one. Smile. We know what we mean. Thats all that matters, so be weary Not to look for substance in a vacuum. Fireflies. Plural. No, were Togetherness. Everyday is an expedition of friendship My country sends intermittent signals, but you solve the jigsaw. Buzz, static, poetic brain massage Thats the magic, not so new stranger Thats the wind beneath our wings; The passion to ...
Magic Lesson- Interpretation
A poem of Josh's: Magic Lesson What a mind to explore! You flatter me, A mind full of illusions, cardboard cutouts But you already know that, because you can do it too And we build wonderlands to walk each other through Most folks go blind-folded through the forest But you and I are the lightning bugs, fireflies We are the witch-fire, we go where we please The lord and lady of language We have joy and children (innocence) no matter where we go See: what's this? a bit of moss on a mandrake ...
Poetry is Our Way of Life
A Quiet Poem, by Josh I have no words worthy of you today. My desire is to be present, to breathe, and failing your breath, its report As it echoes through your poetry. On this page I will conjure a garden Without hand-hewn paths, but for our footsteps. And it is snowing, but I can't help that. Instead of grass, a brittle patch of moss And bare twigs ending in yet more twigs permit the snowflakes to permeate the bundle while fire sleeps for good in the rotting leaves yet smoulders in ...
The Devil's Question **A Dark Poem**
I had a dream this dark November, of something which I must share, The thought of it makes my palms sweat, my heart race, my eyes flare. Let me tell you, I am not the little girl of porcelain on that dusty shelf, Ive seen too much, done to little, inducing the fragility of my health. My eyes were heavy, my muscles throbbing; I crawled into my uninviting bed, As I pulled the covers over me, a thought stabbed through my vulnerable head. If this lifes so hard and crooked, wouldnt it be easier ...
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Greener Pastures
The elders may judge us as they have And will from their sacred death beds. I know this, and feel your emotional distress, But physical strength is not our force to claim Our meekness is not our weakness, keep in mind. Will swords and daggers, bows and arrows Help us clamber to a higher leaf of our stem? No, let the white dove purify our minds with The patience we require to proceed If we are ever remembered, let it be for this. The elders are wise, and they have taught us well But were ...
The Prophecy Interpretation
I had about 15 minutes worth of footage but had to cut it down. That's why the video appears to jump from place to place near the end, so I'm sorry about that. But nevertheless, I've included important parts. Below is the text of Josh's poem, The Prophecy: Dear friend, I expect we will not always lift our feet as high as needed strides And rarely will the ground pave itself before our advance without illusion. But look to your left, fellow poet, and see what it is that makes our road uneven ...
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Our Peak (part 2 of full response)
My poem in reponse to Josh's video. The text is provided below: I am falling, tumbling from my high peak to towards a low beginning, Re-write my prophecy, for I did not know that this would occur I did not know I would walk down this broken staircase that I struggled to climb Continue to trip and slip over the slimy tiles, all broken from those before. Spiralling, eternally plunging downward to the centre of the Earth Where they all sink in the fiery lava and write with broken hands ... poem ...
