Congratulations Michael and I hope that you are recovering well.
The fascinating chill that music leaves
The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth's corroboration
Of Ecstasy's impediment --
'Tis Rapture's germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine -- estranging creature --
To something upper wooing us
But not to our Creator --
"Will there by justice?
Will there be punishment
Of all the Czars
on the land?
Will there be truth
among people.......?
There must be,
otherwise the sun will rise
and set on fire
the whole land".
i think that i've been in this bed long enough
it's time to get out
it's time to get up
don't wake the neighbors got the lawn on their minds
they've got nothing to do
so they mow all the time
i want sunrise
soft and quiet comin' up in the east
i want sunrise
without the roar of my neighbors disease
now i'm arisin' got my feet on the floor
i walk cross the room
put my hand on the door
in the kitchen coffee brews in a pot
i drink it right down
even though it's quite hot
i want sunrise
soft and quiet comin' up in the east
i want sunrise
without the roar of my neighbors disease
i climb the stairwell to your mind
- with a butterfly upon my back
- and she sings the echoes
- of footstep songs
- about being carried upon my shoulders
- and is glistening in colours
- so brightly shone as she stood up on the podium
- of altered beliefs
- and tells the story of her flight
- Too Here and The Easel . . .
with intentional desires - running downstream
- the river seeks it's beginning - and wanders around
- as if aimlessly - but has always in mind - direction
the birds are singing songs of the rainbows
- as they echo slowly through
the mystic morning
the iceberg began to melt - slowly at first - then the surface was
penetrated - and the understanding began
and the water's surface smiles - with such generousity - such a broad
smile - simply seen as a wave
as the sparrow sees his reflection - the raindrops smile has fallen unto
the water's surface - and becomes as one
the sparrow sails gleefully across the windswept waters - in search of
itself . . . looking downwards . . . noticing it's own reflection in a
raindrop's smile
the white stallion stares back in reflections of the pond - wondering . . .
the mountain floats in reflections of the clouds - that have desires -
welled up and ready to rain down - upon the shadows - of the dragonflies wing
as the dragonfly soars above the waters - the pond smiles back with reflections of light
a dragonfly soars above the waters - intent only in the sheer pleasure - of it's wings vibrating the molecules - of the waters below
the lily-covered pond sought the answer to the raindrops - thinking / believing that the clouds were crying
the Oxen crossed the leaf-covered pond, seeking the shadow of the moonlit night
the fathers have lied to the children
as glass-like surfaced stones-merely pebbles asking to be caught between the toes . . .
as the winds chilled the forgotten sands-the waves softly caressed their warmth . . .
the Oxen Shares the Soil with the Clouds that Seed the Earth when Water Falls from the Sky
a very small flower opens it's bud - reaches out to the warmth of the sun - and i see your face
as the sunlight warms the moss - the dew begins to sing - as it evaporates in the warmth - of a long winter day
standing in the shadows of time-the medicine man talks to the residing tide . . .
i sing the songs of artic winds - in the land of the midnight suns
climbing to the stars - the black panther sees - his reflection in a raindrop
seconds before the rise - of the midnight sun - the grizzly stands - in the shadow of night
a sparrow - sings on the branch - raindrops fall on his wings - and he begins to sing louder
our love has no boundaries - while children play in the fields - butterflies float by their windows - in the sky
my silence is a voice that speaks with the winds of time - in your heart
the shadow of the moon sat idly by - as the seconds danced on twilight eyes
your eyes shone - as the stars filtered through the sky
stands proudly amid the trees-towering slightly higher-reaches out+touched the clouds...
as the medicine man, on the rise-thunder in the distance-with rains a song ...
that one sings - just as blossomed smiles - their songs, as sunshine rises . . .
with stolen glances the clouds have hidden stories that leaves can only tell ...
standing alone amid the driftwood-drawn to the sandstones-caressing our toes...
with single sighs - the orchestra of the winters light - played snowfalls on lillac fields and turned over a new leaf . . .
i adore you as the flower blossoms for the light
. . the raindrops appear once again - and dance to that moonlight songs - as flowers blooming -
spread their happiness - with petals reaching out - to the stars at night - teaching . . .
the sound of the butterfly - as she dances - in a moonlit night . . the raindrops dance in sunlit pools
with stones that are gathered - for seven days & seven nights - as flowers smile with blossomed lights
a sparrow's wings a fountain sings-as waterfalls seduce the mountainside . . .
silence awakens pebbles-lying on the sand-as leaves gently wave, together ...
sunshines silence lets birds awaken & trees that have been sleeping
let's rainbows shower down upon a love of two-such as we are . . .
the blossom songs of twilight-across the skies in showered lights . . .
as they fell into one anothers arms-the moon eclipsed with their hearts . . .
as the evening slept-two hearts that echoed the songs of the rains in morning . .
starry eyed-the child looks in the sand-to reflect her smile-as she falls in love...
the shadow of a smile echoes on the water as the rains refect the moon . . .
as the night falls-our memories filter songs-that are sung in our dreams . . .
i love you as the clouds love the sky
the sky cried the other day & night - out of happiness for our love - together
i love you as the trees love the rains
the rains have desires that tell stories as they fall upon our love
i am the warmth that silence cannot quiet - rains in my eyes with ur love
i miss u too-u are the sun that breaks thru the clouds after the rains
you sleep with wings - with our desires - your dreams are with me forever...
the two of us . . . singing in the fields / the shadows nearby that are cast - by the two of us together
the rain is us - as we cry in happiness - for this overwhelming thing called Love . . .
copyrighted by richard w lubrich jr - a leonardo studios production 2006 to be published - approximately 2010
Congratulations Michael and I hope that you are recovering well.
The fascinating chill that music leaves
The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth's corroboration
Of Ecstasy's impediment --
'Tis Rapture's germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine -- estranging creature --
To something upper wooing us
But not to our Creator --
Emily Dickinson
Thank you Hev. The poem touches me, and I cherish your good wishes.
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between His After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.
How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?
A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?
A shade, in which to sing--of palm or pine?
A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.
RE: UOTD, way to go
)
Thank you! I am honored, flattered and pleased. It means more to me than I would have expected. This is a great enterprise that we share.
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
Congratulations Michael and I
)
Congratulations Michael and I hope that you are recovering well.
The fascinating chill that music leaves
The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth's corroboration
Of Ecstasy's impediment --
'Tis Rapture's germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine -- estranging creature --
To something upper wooing us
But not to our Creator --
Emily Dickinson
"PROPHET" "Will there by
)
"PROPHET"
"Will there by justice?
Will there be punishment
Of all the Czars
on the land?
Will there be truth
among people.......?
There must be,
otherwise the sun will rise
and set on fire
the whole land".
Taras Shevchenko
"I Want Sunrise" i think
)
"I Want Sunrise"
i think that i've been in this bed long enough
it's time to get out
it's time to get up
don't wake the neighbors got the lawn on their minds
they've got nothing to do
so they mow all the time
i want sunrise
soft and quiet comin' up in the east
i want sunrise
without the roar of my neighbors disease
now i'm arisin' got my feet on the floor
i walk cross the room
put my hand on the door
in the kitchen coffee brews in a pot
i drink it right down
even though it's quite hot
i want sunrise
soft and quiet comin' up in the east
i want sunrise
without the roar of my neighbors disease
(2006 d. b. michel)
THE EQUATION by the norseman
)
THE EQUATION by the norseman . . . an excerpt
i climb the stairwell to your mind
- with a butterfly upon my back
- and she sings the echoes
- of footstep songs
- about being carried upon my shoulders
- and is glistening in colours
- so brightly shone as she stood up on the podium
- of altered beliefs
- and tells the story of her flight
- Too Here and The Easel . . .
with intentional desires - running downstream
- the river seeks it's beginning - and wanders around
- as if aimlessly - but has always in mind - direction
the birds are singing songs of the rainbows
- as they echo slowly through
the mystic morning
the iceberg began to melt - slowly at first - then the surface was
penetrated - and the understanding began
and the water's surface smiles - with such generousity - such a broad
smile - simply seen as a wave
as the sparrow sees his reflection - the raindrops smile has fallen unto
the water's surface - and becomes as one
the sparrow sails gleefully across the windswept waters - in search of
itself . . . looking downwards . . . noticing it's own reflection in a
raindrop's smile
the white stallion stares back in reflections of the pond - wondering . . .
the mountain floats in reflections of the clouds - that have desires -
welled up and ready to rain down - upon the shadows - of the dragonflies wing
as the dragonfly soars above the waters - the pond smiles back with reflections of light
a dragonfly soars above the waters - intent only in the sheer pleasure - of it's wings vibrating the molecules - of the waters below
the lily-covered pond sought the answer to the raindrops - thinking / believing that the clouds were crying
the Oxen crossed the leaf-covered pond, seeking the shadow of the moonlit night
the fathers have lied to the children
as glass-like surfaced stones-merely pebbles asking to be caught between the toes . . .
as the winds chilled the forgotten sands-the waves softly caressed their warmth . . .
the Oxen Shares the Soil with the Clouds that Seed the Earth when Water Falls from the Sky
a very small flower opens it's bud - reaches out to the warmth of the sun - and i see your face
as the sunlight warms the moss - the dew begins to sing - as it evaporates in the warmth - of a long winter day
standing in the shadows of time-the medicine man talks to the residing tide . . .
i sing the songs of artic winds - in the land of the midnight suns
climbing to the stars - the black panther sees - his reflection in a raindrop
seconds before the rise - of the midnight sun - the grizzly stands - in the shadow of night
a sparrow - sings on the branch - raindrops fall on his wings - and he begins to sing louder
our love has no boundaries - while children play in the fields - butterflies float by their windows - in the sky
my silence is a voice that speaks with the winds of time - in your heart
the shadow of the moon sat idly by - as the seconds danced on twilight eyes
your eyes shone - as the stars filtered through the sky
stands proudly amid the trees-towering slightly higher-reaches out+touched the clouds...
as the medicine man, on the rise-thunder in the distance-with rains a song ...
that one sings - just as blossomed smiles - their songs, as sunshine rises . . .
with stolen glances the clouds have hidden stories that leaves can only tell ...
standing alone amid the driftwood-drawn to the sandstones-caressing our toes...
with single sighs - the orchestra of the winters light - played snowfalls on lillac fields and turned over a new leaf . . .
i adore you as the flower blossoms for the light
. . the raindrops appear once again - and dance to that moonlight songs - as flowers blooming -
spread their happiness - with petals reaching out - to the stars at night - teaching . . .
the sound of the butterfly - as she dances - in a moonlit night . . the raindrops dance in sunlit pools
with stones that are gathered - for seven days & seven nights - as flowers smile with blossomed lights
a sparrow's wings a fountain sings-as waterfalls seduce the mountainside . . .
silence awakens pebbles-lying on the sand-as leaves gently wave, together ...
sunshines silence lets birds awaken & trees that have been sleeping
let's rainbows shower down upon a love of two-such as we are . . .
the blossom songs of twilight-across the skies in showered lights . . .
as they fell into one anothers arms-the moon eclipsed with their hearts . . .
as the evening slept-two hearts that echoed the songs of the rains in morning . .
starry eyed-the child looks in the sand-to reflect her smile-as she falls in love...
the shadow of a smile echoes on the water as the rains refect the moon . . .
as the night falls-our memories filter songs-that are sung in our dreams . . .
i love you as the clouds love the sky
the sky cried the other day & night - out of happiness for our love - together
i love you as the trees love the rains
the rains have desires that tell stories as they fall upon our love
i am the warmth that silence cannot quiet - rains in my eyes with ur love
i miss u too-u are the sun that breaks thru the clouds after the rains
you sleep with wings - with our desires - your dreams are with me forever...
the two of us . . . singing in the fields / the shadows nearby that are cast - by the two of us together
the rain is us - as we cry in happiness - for this overwhelming thing called Love . . .
copyrighted by richard w lubrich jr - a leonardo studios production 2006
to be published - approximately 2010
. . . the Truth is Out There
The moving Finger writes:
)
The moving Finger writes:
and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your
Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to
cancel half a Line,
Nor all your tears wash
out a Word of it.
From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
WILD nights! Wild
)
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
Emily Dickinson
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
RE: Congratulations Michael
)
Thank you Hev. The poem touches me, and I cherish your good wishes.
Michael
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
XVII My poet, thou canst
)
XVII
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between His After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.
How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?
A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?
A shade, in which to sing--of palm or pine?
A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
RE: XVII IX It is
)
IX
It is about time
in words of mine
to speak of a nine
in Einstein