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Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Your Thought Of The Day

Please feel welcome to share your thought of the day. It could be about your new painting, your new photo, and art in general, or about any other topic about life and love you want to share. Thank you. Have a nice day.

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Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

My Thought of The Day




A Poem A Day

what
impact
could a poem make?
you may reply
‘who cares?
why ask?
for what?’

it may mean nothing to you
I only put my thought into words whenever it itches my mind
and like gusty wind
it blows my hat off
and makes me
laugh or
cry

unlike
an apple a day
a poem a day may be too much to be written
let alone to be digested
I
hope
at least
it would keep my insanity away
from any of you
my dear
readers

Thao Chuong
2015-01-16

 

Kathy K McClellan

9 Years Ago

Rational Insanity

I don't think
that in the dark abyss of depression
or even in the elevations of ecstasy

That I can truly realize
How very blessed I am!

Kathy K. McClellan
KeppenArt
1/16/2015

 

Poe Ed

9 Years Ago

To Poets

where are you -poets?

are you hibernating in your den buried in deep snow
or sunbathing naked
on a sandy beach
somewhere
in Cuba?

I
hope
I would
meet you
running around
in the labyrinth of words - the lost world of poetry

Poe Ed
2015-01-16

 

Lisa Kaiser

9 Years Ago

I poeth

I am here today

sweating, wondering, 'Will I get to paint?"

things are not always as they appear, some say,

I took care of you because I'm a saint.

 

Michael Hoard

9 Years Ago

I wrote this while away at college at LSU Louisiana State University in 74

"I have sub-stained the reality of my own piece of mind,
to meliorate for no one else but thee,
simply by restraining the obsession,
that which was in me"

(c) 1974 by Michael Joseph Hoard

Cheers, Michael Hoard Actor, Artist, Photographer



 

Viet Tran

9 Years Ago






Thank you all for sharing your thoughts. Have a restful weekend.



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Of Bird’s Mind

landing safely on a sundeck
after its first try
a short fly away
from his nest
in the tree
nearby
the baby bird looks very calm and quite relaxed

undoubtedly
he ain’t aware of the grave danger of being caught
and becoming a live toy
for the neighbour’s cat
to satisfy her bad habit
of being a torturing
addict

i’d
rather be
like a silly bird with an irrational but peaceful mind
than a human being with all thoughts of logical sanity
at every troublesome moment
throughout
my entire
life

Thao Chuong
2015-01-17

 

Bill Tomsa

9 Years Ago

"All human beings act, feel and perform in accordance with what they image to be the truth about themselves and their environment." Dr. Maxwell Maltz "The New Psyco-Cybernetics"

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Bill Tomsa

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Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Thanks Bill.

Here's the second poem of the day from my thought of Lisa Kaiser’s work Night Falls Upon



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When Night Falls Upon The mind


in
panic
she was quickly retreating to the opposite corner
as he slowly approached
and laughed
at each of
his step

pale light from the nearly-finished burning candle on the coffee table
was moving his terrifying shadow
on a blank wall
closer
to her

at the same time,
she heard intermittent hoots of a night owl
penetrating the deep darkness outside
vibrating through the thick thermal windows
and echoing into the well-insulated room

he emptied the wine
licked red liquid around his lips
then raised his hand up
and threw
the goblet
at her

hearing
piercing sound
of the wine glass
shattered on the marble floor
she had a terrible cramp in her head
and felt as if someone was driving a nail right into her central nerves
she desperately cried aloud for help
and profoundly
sweated

after
waking up
she smeared colours on canvas
and painted her worst
nightmare of
the dark

Thao Chuong
2015-01-17

 

Marlene Burns

9 Years Ago

Know the rules well so you can break them effectively. Dalai Lama XIV

MY THOUGHT EVERY DAY AS AN ARTIST.

 

Lisa Kaiser

9 Years Ago

I am deeply touched by such a beautiful and dark poem, Viet Tran. I love it! Thank you.

 

Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Thanks Lisa for your nice feedback
And thank you Marlene for sharing the quote and your thought as an artist.


This is my third attempt today - a provoking poem about the past slavery in USA as a result of the reflection from Michael Hoard’s work Wash Day Blues. Have a good night to all



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Description: Copyright Warning Do Not Alter My Photographer Notes: While riding my bike in the Central Business District I glanced upwards and noticed this makeshipe clothes line on upper roof of a slave quarter. The building was in a section which still had apartments to the rear. Many of the older buildings were removed neglected and turned into parking lots, or modern high rises. Photo taken of makeshift clothes line atop a building located in the Downtown Business section of New Orleans, Louisiana USA - by Michael Hoard.




The Wash Day – Blues
(to Michael Hoard)


as
slaves
they could never complain against their masters
for being tortured because of their dirty look
they were badly beaten from inside out
while drowned in soapy water
‘till became
deadly
wet


after
the execution
they were hanged dried on a metal wire
up high in the bluish sky
fully exposed to
the general
public

on a dreary day
without sunshine
only gusty wind whistled and moaned
while their bodies were swinging back and forth
like a flock of hungry city seagulls
flapping their wings around
looking for
food

please don’t tell me it were just my hallucination
or
else
I would
argue with you:
“your belief in god ain’t any better than my imagination”


Thao Chuong
2015-01-17

 

Bill Tomsa

9 Years Ago

My thought for life today is


GO PATRIOTS!

Sorry Viet.....but you did ask. :-)

Bill Tomsa

billtomsa.blogspot.com/

 

Bellesouth Studio

9 Years Ago

There is from several years ago. Rebecca

It Was Not A Good Morning

Some days don’t go very far;
Short-sheeted by an unforeseen turn,
They remain suspended
And the noisy silence echoes
Through the remaining hours.

Shoulders hunched against a future blow,
We gather the fragments of a torn existence
And work quietly to press them
Seamlessly together so
Tomorrow we can begin anew.

© Rebecca Cook 2009

 

Roy Erickson

9 Years Ago

Procrastination is what my life is all about
Putting off until it simply must be done
or maybe I will not get there
nor will I have to kick or shout
just slip quietly away all alone
Perhaps that's not really fair - but then - I won't really care.

Imprisoned as I am in this world

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Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

No problem Bill. I am happy to take whatever you give me for the day


Also thanks to Rebecca @ Bellesouth Studio and Roy. Have a nice day





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His Distant Memories
(to Bill Tomsa)

it stopped snowing
the sun started shining outside
she turned his wheelchair around and pushed it toward a big window
she could see patches of winter light on his bonny face

she really wanted to talk with him about anything
at the moment - she was looking at snowflakes melted on frosty glass
she suddenly thought of the weather topic
“it’s a gorgeous day, isn’t it?”
she
didn’t
really recognize
whether she really put it into words and said it out loud to him
or her thought was still sleeping inside the head

as
he
kept
rocking
himself
back and forth
she bent forward
looked into his blank eyes
put both hands on his shoulders
and raised her voice to catch his attention
“Daddy! Please look at me and say something today.”


obviously
he heard her voice
and somewhat understood her request
he momentarily stopped his body movements
as if he were in search for a proper reply from his distant memories
yet, he could only mumble a couple of words utterly inaudible
then got back to his
daily rocking
rhythms

Thao Chuong
2015-01-18

 

Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Know the rules well so you can break them effectively. Dalai Lama XIV

MY THOUGHT EVERY DAY AS AN ARTIST.

Posted by Marlene Burns about 19 Hours Ago



Marlene! Your thought everyday about rules could be too dramatic for some artists. Here is my extremely subjective thought about the same issue.



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Rules - The Drama Evolved

he always wonders
why does anyone wana waste money and many years in school
to learn something about the trade
that he can simply do it
by himself
alone

considering formal education as a burden on his mind for his creative process
he often talks in confidence
about his skills and talent
to do everything
in fine
art

yet
he ain’t
interested in drawing
so he needs neither pencil nor pen
don’t give him any bullshit question about colour pallet, paintbrush, and canvas.
'cause he hates the messy part of painting

a camera
or a computer
is really needed
but both would be better
for him to do all the tricks
in the art of photography
and the digital art

he
is so
proud
to claim himself
a contemporary artist
who breaks all rules in fine art
as he always creatively thinks out of the box

I think
he might have
a different approach
if he would ever ask himself this most fundamental question
“do I know anything about rules and which one should I effectively break to make my art unique and creative?”


Thao Chuong
2015-01-18

 

Lisa Kaiser

9 Years Ago

Wow, these poems are so interesting to read, Thank you, Viet Tran and Thao Chuong!

 

Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Thanks Lisa.

I‘ve tried to find any hidden message from other people’s thought or some hidden stories in their art. Have a good night.




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An echo to Rebecca Cook’s poem It Was Not A Good Morning and her artwork above



I Said Get Outta Bed
(to Rebeca Cook)


it was
still rare
and I liked it well-done
so I turned back ’n forth and upside down
to barbecue myself
under a warm
blanket


“it’s late
move your butt out of bed, now!”
I heard her annoying shouts as usual
it seems she always makes
my good day bad
and my bad day
worse

looking at the wall clock
it was only 10:30 in the morning
I yawned in deep moans
and talked
to myself
not to
her:
“c’mon
gime a break
on a day like this
who wanna to wake up so early”

I
was
about
to pull the top sheet to cover my head
and got back to my sweet dream
my ears were exploded
by a deafening
thunder
“I
SAID
GET OUTTA BED
NOW ”

Thao Chuong
2015-01-18

 

J L Meadows

9 Years Ago

"The professionals are losing their powers. It's been going on for quite some time." - Hayao Miyazaki (creator of the Oscar-winning animated film "Spirited Away").

 

Nicole Whittaker

9 Years Ago

*big fat hug* :D

 

Bellesouth Studio

9 Years Ago

Viet - hahaha! That is funny, and I like your poem about my picture, and your other poems for other people.

A great thread of contemplative thought and humor interwoven.

Rebecca

 

Dorothy Berry-Lound

9 Years Ago

BIG

I am so big
I can spread out over the mountain.
Feel the animals and plants
become one with them and feel my paws on the earth.

I am so big
I can commune with the stars…
Swing on the moon…
Ride the energies in laughter.

I am so big
I can feel the joy in everything.
Dance to the rhythm of life
dance for the joy of movement
and uplifting of spirit.

I am so big
that my heart is an endless
source of compassion
and my love shines
brighter than the sun.

But sometimes I am so small
you could hold me
in the palm of your hand
and your breath
could break me.

ShannathShima (Dorothy Berry-Lound) 2010

 

Bill Tomsa

9 Years Ago

Viet/Thao

His Distant Memories
(to Bill Tomsa)


That poem is, without a doubt, the most insightful interpretation of one of my paintings that I have ever seen. Thank you my friend.

Bill Tomsa

billtomsa.blogspot.com/

 

Mary Armstrong

9 Years Ago

A life is teetering on
the brink of death
today.
Each breath is hard,
the eyes open
one does not,
the voice is dimmed
the whole right side
will not work.
This man's life has seen
94 years.
They have been full of both
joy and sadness.
Now the stroke of nature,
has stricken his life,
Has weakened his life,
Will take his life!

Gathering at his side,
family and friends,
share, touch, sing, cry, wait,
for a life to end.
Tears flow, words come,
yet none can speak,
Goodbye, old family friend,
Let your one eye
see the praises of life
And let yourself go.

— MJOA

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Viet Tran

9 Years Ago

Thanks to those special artists of the day:

-J L Meadows for the interesting quote
- Nicole Whittaker for your big fat hug
- Rebecca Cook for your nice comment
- Dorothy Berry-Lound for your provoking poem
- Bill Tomsa for your like of my interpretation of your work.
- And last but not least: - Mary Armstrong for sharing your interesting poem



Here is my thought generated by Roy Erickson’s following work and his poem posted on this thread one day ago.



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The Future Is Tonight – Absolutely Not Tomorrow


he could hear the urging whistle
as if it was encouraging him
to speed
up

he
was
running
with both feet on his neck
yet he wasn’t fast enough
the door was quickly shut
just about a quarter of an inch from his runny nose

if his nose was about a half second faster on its run
he would be home in time for the dinner with her
he was so mad at himself
that he automatically spitted out from his dry throat
those most undiplomatic
words:
“oh no
not again
fuck me!”

now
he sits
on a bench
catching his own breaths
and waiting for the next train
he looks calms and very relaxed
as the coldness from the metal seat penetrates through his butts
and radiates inside his entire body
to cool down
his mind

he
has
tons of time
to think about possible outcomes of his last procrastination
he might eat a crappy meal with a cold wife
or he could enjoy fine wine,
good food and
exotic
sex

he must hold his breath long enough to know
how his future would be unfolded sometime by tonight
and absolutely not be
delayed any further
'til tomorrow


Thao Cbuong
2015-01-19

 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

Good evening and thank you all for sharing your thought of the day.

@ Karen: I don't have a joyful perspective as you do. I know whether there would be any truth in poetry.

@ Jane: "If there Is a God and he was looking down today, would he be like.....OMG?" I don't know who could answer your tricky question. Yet, I "believe" that He would scratch His head about the destruction on the nature done by his best creation -human beings.

@ Jason: Your below writing did make me think of the poisonous hate and the death threat to Salman Rushdie, the author of the novel The Satanic Verses.

"For all we know these threads could be full of devil worshipers
demons
and

repulsive self styled demi gods, with self worshipping poetry flowing like diarrhoea
where the stench pollutes entire worlds!

it wofts out to Uranus and beyond
Mars all evacuated to a distant galaxy
and heaven shuts its air tight, demon expelling doors


no offence though
its free speech!

F speech!



edit: replace "these threads could be" with "this world is"

Note: I re-post your writing here for the original record - in case you want to exercise your editing habit.

@ Jim: I agree with you about the damned old brain-washed methods on human minds and also the made-believe truth from "lie, lie..,more lie..." propaganda

@ Jason again
:
"what do u believe in!? stranger reading, hopfully not
propoganda with strategic hijackings of truth, spinning altered truths as traps like a spiders web?
i need no gargage to see real truths, fake truths, dustbin truths and the toilet of thought and truths... "


In response to Jason's above remark, I would prefer not to make any "F"-urther comment. I'd rather re-post my former poem about religion and politic:



Of Venomous Politic and noxious Religion

in politic
either right or left
no right
no wrong
all wars
no peace

in religion
god or no god
either faith
or belief
no fake
no true
all aches
no relief

both of the two
too itchy
minds soiled
hearts poisoned

politic and religion
both put man against man
both drive him insane
both make him feel irritated
they force man fight for his own truth
they urge him kill for his own faith

in politic and religion
too many walls
lots of partitions
no point
to go on
and on

no need
to prove
what’s true
what’s false
who’s right
who’s wrong

fatal fights
endless wars
no win all loss
both are losers

in politic and religion
when cross path
it’d better yield
you walk on your side
i walk on mine
you keep your faith
and i keep my belief

for
peace of mind
you ignore me
i ignore you
please keep the middle finger deep inside our pocket

Thao Chuong
2016-11-17


 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago





My thought of the day


O’ Autumn Leaves

not long ago
autumn leaves
in
charming colours
n’ stunning beauty

now
already fallen
on soggy round
staying lifeless
gradually rotten
back to their own roots
food for mother trees

dead leaves
this Fall
new shoots
next Spring

death
is
not the ending
but the new beginning
o’ another life

Thao Chuong
2016-11-27

 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

My lousy answer to Jane’s Question


What God Would Do?

If God looked down onto the planet earth
He could never believe in what He saw
He would scratch His bald head
and exclaimed:
“oh
my gosh!
too much sin on earth
what have gone wrong with man?”

He might take deep breaths and think of His next move.
only
two options available in his tool box
either He would send His other son to save humans’ souls
or He could open His hydro dam
to completely wipe out
all sinners
on
Earth
without mercy

all other innocent beings would be certainly also terminated
very unfortunate, but it must be considered
collateral damages
out of God's
will.

don’t
wait and see
whether you're sinners or not
for your own safety, you'd better build a new Noah's Ark'.

Thao chuong
2016-11-27

 

Ed Meredith

7 Years Ago

Hello poet peeps … you all opened the door to my

Heart and Mind’s
Inner Peace


i want my religion
to be simple
no need for temples
philosophies
or deity of any sort
i want a heart
and mind
clear of selfish blind passions

a heart and mind
rich in human values
like compassion
forgiveness
tolerance
contentment

self-discipline.

inner peace

a heart and mind
with awareness
that breaks through
the cloud and mist
of darkness and ignorance

a heart and mind
where the love of anger
and hate will fade
in the light of truth

Ed Meredith
2016

 

Ed Meredith

7 Years Ago

my echo story to Jane’s “OMG” and Viet’s “What Would God Do?”


God’s Own Drunk

i am
GOD

GAAWD
’s
own drunk that is

alone

face down
in the gutter
of a neon soaked street

fetal

wet

freezing in my own body fluids

prayin’

pleadin’

Oh Load
Dear God
help me
i don’t wanna die in the gutter
help me out
just once more
i promise
i’ll change
i really will

a sudden bright light
and a calming voice
broke through my sobbin'
my prayin'
my pleadin'
and softly said
“Come with me old timer … it’s OK
it”s time… take my hand”

that’s when i knew everything would be OK
i’d be safe
warm
and dry
as the police officer took my hand
helping me into the paddy-wagon

Ed Meredith
2016

 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

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Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

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Ed Meredith

7 Years Ago

perfection is all
ten thousand things of the world
sing in harmony

: >)
Ed Meredith

 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

.

 

Ed Meredith

7 Years Ago

Heretic

church inquisitor
accusation heresy
innocence be damned
when cauterant sears the flesh
screaming self betrayal flows


Ed Meredith
Today's Tanka

-------------------------
An alternative:

Singing in the key of F

the inquisitor
moved the searing cauterant
toward my precious scones
i sang like a f@%king bird
saying just what he wanted

 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

.

 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

Good morning all. Enjoy a fruitful but restful week.


@ Jason: I could see the tsunami from your sea of F. I feel too hot in the air. I wish if I could find a switch to turn off the intense heat from hell and bring back some peace to the burning mind. The sky is not falling down. Take a deep breath or go out for a walk, mate.

@ Ed:

perfection is all
ten thousand things of the world
sing in harmony

Very nice thought, my friend. This very cool poem was instantly doused down like a piece of ice throwing in the Satan's hell.







Money Worshipers

while they’re still kicking alive,
they worship the money,
b’cause
this god gives ‘em
a real heaven on earth.

they exploit other humans.
they kill their fellow beings.
they chop green forests.
they hunt wildlife for fun.
they
drive
endless species into extinction.

they rape their mother earth.
they suck her blood.
they cut her flesh.
they drill into her bones.
they let her die bit by bit.

the more money they get,
the less enough they feel.
they keep praying
for
more..
and more…

how much is enough?
when will they stop their madness of worshiping the “Money God”?

Thao Chuong
2016-11-28

Note: Removed Jason's F-Post at his reasonable request thought his PM to me

 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

obviously i was wildly playing tongue in cheek wirh Danis F sentence enhancer. so stop reposting my entire poems. its copyrighted. cough.

 

Jim Taylor

7 Years Ago

Jason can you do a video or sound cloud of all your written word sound affects??!!

 

Ed Meredith

7 Years Ago

Jason your F rants are contagious… lol

Viet, i don’t remember if its; “feed cold and starve a fever” or the other way around but you have helped my temperature to rise…


Fevered Mind

madness
has fallen upon me
a virus induced seduced
my thoughts
of darkness from the light
this night of rambling praise to
the insanity of the day’s
events
i vent
such hatred and malice
never drinking
from the chalice
of tolerance and love above all else
love of fellow men and women
without corruption or destruction
to my other brother from another mother
and sisters with the answers i’ve been looking for
beyond the door of my perception
of deception from the candidate
no it’s to late
he’s the President Elect who neglects the constitution's ideal
the appeal to me and you not this tool this fool a cynical minstrel
who is bound and destine
with infestation to the tower of power
what a scary thought
i bought into his defeat would be complete
beyond the pale and end his tale
of abrasive and divisive misrepresentation of a nation
whose identity is falsely portrayed displayed
by his fraudulent affront and pollution to America’s satisfaction of action
to the solution of multiculturalism without division right here in the USA
today he’s twittering away and on television with his mission of back to back
lies that flies in the face of reality four years is way to long
i want him gone
out of power
sent home with his moral squalor
back jack to your fifth avenue tower
take a cold shower
and learn to give a crap
Dump Trump


Ed Meredith
28 November 2016
and counting



 

Jim Taylor

7 Years Ago

Sorry about two videos in a row. There was a mention about parodies.
King of parodies weird Al with great commentary.

 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

Good evening. Have a restful time to all.

@ Jason: To give you your peace of mind, at your reasonable request through your PM, I've removed your post. No sweat! It's a piece of cake. However, after you have removed all contents of your posts and I've removed my re-post of your writing, it looked like Jim, Ed, and I've talked to our knees -lol.

(FYI: This is a discussion board. So it is totally legal to re-post a part of a post or a full post of another person for the readers' reference about the related discussions or debates. It isn't an issue of copyright violation. Unless, the writing in the post is published somewhere for a profit.)

@ Jim: I got your black humor. I laughed - thinking of the Englishmen saying; "a tempest in a teapot". I haven't seen Danl since the rant. I do hope the Frenchman has not been drowned by the tempest in the English's teapot -lol.

@ Ed: Your Fevered Mind has made me nervous. I am allergic with these words ..dump..trump... dumb.. bump. hump.. lol





Howling Wind and Dead Leaves


peace is the way of golden leaves
that leave their homes for good
by easily letting it go
and dancing
in
the air
without
whispering “goodbye” to their mother trees

war is the howling sound of hell
as
wind
shakes leaves,
rattles branches,
whips on trees.

silence is the sound of heaven
when wind runs out of air
slows down
and completely dies

branches on trees stand still
dead leaves peacefully rest on the ground
echoes
in cold air
the serene sound of no sound at all

Thao Chuong
2016-11-28


 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

Parody rants, oh sound great, Nice words Jim, i best bost my coakahooty and make em chirp biscuits with a wiggley do, u do your own nuts so well Ed, Futs i call em (chuckle) , keep the broth on simmer, the juices come out better

Cheers ears, Viet, ok i'm rested by that gesture. I see you deep in Autumn ponder, a walk really makes people see things..
Really we like your knees, don't worry, we talk about them too. .





Thank you for that removal Viet, we should remember sensibilities and possible misinterpretations.ok i should!. Well its all tongue in cheek echoes with twists of mad parody. I guess parody needs context. Actually everything we do does, words out of context become CON-text...
We're just very cheeky i guess. How is Maria, her thread does seem to have gone. like the wind.... You there Maria??? No revival of her lost scroll of memories? I see Jane has gone into long Autumn walks... . finding Dani walking his Fdog. Damn i did it again


This seems to have been quite a splendid Autumn around London and the SE i been out seeing the fall and the colours are still there, the latest ever i think this year - well into mid Nov, some oaks stilll holding their deep bronzed leaves. How beautiful the season are. Intrinsic in nature? a plan for creation? Is beauty ever definable?

 

Danl Art

7 Years Ago

My absence excuse

A lost soul
Cannot move
Hear
Speak or write
When asked
"Who are you"
I replied
"Who am I"

 

Jason Christopher

7 Years Ago

don't worry too much...


I'm sure God forgets things too.....


WHO AM I?? HUH?


prob not


wha? who am i? that place down there? man, just give me the snooker cue and let me pot it into a black hole

crush it to atoms
smaller
smaller
and spit it out


chuckle just joking!
hmmm


 

Jim Taylor

7 Years Ago

Jason, I thought you may have went on holiday.
Your posts disappeared like Marias thread.
Glad you don't take things to personal. Just kidding around.
The witch doctor song floated to the surface after many years. I remember it as a kid. Not just something I ran across. Quite in popular 1958.

Like the young lady in the weird Al video said.
I thought all this crazy stuff started with you tube, but wow they've been doing it a long time.


To have a sense of humor
is the most seriously important
trait one can have


Your as outdated
as a bald guy
with a toupee


The difference in people
is what makes the world go round
some heads spin more than others
and make other heads spin

Jim Taylor 11/28/2016

 

Karen Newell

7 Years Ago

Who Am I

i
am a
speck
of dust.

i
am a
microscopic
mote,
a floater
upon the eye
of the Cosmos.

i
ride in a
wicker basket
woven of
word dreams,
pulled through space
by my brilliant
but
overinflated Ego.

Karen Newell
11/29/16


 

Jane McGowan

7 Years Ago

Hey up - Walked the dog off his legs lol

VIET - What do you reckon in this day and Age - Noahs Ark or a fall out bunker?- May be caused by the stench of the trump!!

KAREN: You made me thunk! I thunked about our time and space!

FREE MOMENTS - USE WISELY

Pulled
Stretched outta shape
Triangular
Rectangular
Ovoid
Diamond
Anything
but human shape
Noise
Everywhere
All around
Voices
Traffic
Machinery
Music
Work ..like an echo
HELEN ....Elen...len...en
Home....like an echo
HELEN ....Elen...len...en
You forget
Who you are
What you are
Where you are
What you need

Just a quiet space
In nature
Clean dry fresh air
Simple bird song
Grasses rustling
In a warm breezes
Breathe.....slowly
Clear your mind
Sweep out the noise
Dust out the stress
Feel your shape
Reappear
Everything sliding
Slowly
Off
those
shoulders.

Find yourself
Redefine yourself
Renew yourself

JEM 291116
and counting ED :-)









 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

Good afternoon. Quite a big relief to know things have gotten back on the wobbling track -lol. Have a nice day to all

@ Jason:Nice to know that you've been back to your happy mood. It's cool mate. I appreciate your open heart and "easily-cooled-off" mind. You've made conflicts more easily to swallow -lol. BTW: I think the big wars of words in poetry are much less problematic than those little conflicts in the world of fine art.

@ Danl: Good to see you back. Glad to see your safe and sound after swimming on the English Channel -lol.

@ Jim: It ain't bad to have bald head, my friend. At least, those dirty flies don't use our forehead as a landing pad -lol

@ Karen: Haaa...How could such a speck of dirt have an over-inflated Ego?


Here is my echo to Danl's poem, Jason's echo, and Karen's echo.




Who Am I as a Human Being?

I am the most intelligent species on earth
the belly button
of
everything
and the centre of cosmos.

I
am god.
without me,
nothing could work well.
stars, solar systems, milky ways would rotate in the wrong direction.

after
I
die,
the whole world will cease its existence.

please don’t ask me
who
am
I
as a human being ?

Thao Chuong
2016-11-29


 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago


Ouch! Jane. You had just stepped over my right foot to reach the discussion board. while I was running and holding my post with both hands. You were the winner of this race. Oh Helen of the modern Troy! Who are you? -lol.

 

Jane McGowan

7 Years Ago

Call me what you like :-) It was caused by the over inflated ego of my Grandmother - crazy old witch she was

I thinked you thunked too hard Viet :-)

We thunk therefore we is ;-)

 

Viet Tran

7 Years Ago

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