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Posted on Aug 14th, 2006 by Tru : Visionaire Tru
I want to announce a little request and opportunity. Pretty soon I plan on establishing an Odeo account. When I do, I plan on using the digital audio recording to read 7 poetic submissions from Zaadzsters. You might consider it a contest of sorts.

Lets see......what should I call it? Hmmmmmm...........ahh, how about the PoemPlay Contest

For the subject matter, choose one of our human emotions (doesn't matter which one). There are no length restrictions, but keep in mind the we'd like to have all the submissions read in a reasonable fashion. Can be any poetry style.

Everyone is welcome to submit a poem personally and originally written by them. Please be sure to keep it clean and tasteful. Only those I'm comfortable with will be among the chosen few. But I urge everyone to play along. For the more that participate the better the excitement, diversity, and representation will be.

Poetry considerations must be written by the person submitting. And soon after I've chosen which ones will be read, there will be a blog entry with an odeo player for all to finally witness my anonymous voice.

Of course, I will enact a date to end the submissions. But first lets see what kind of turnout will happen. If you're reading this, and would love this tiny little chance at Zaadz stardom (lol, or not), then start tapping into your creative mind and email me or post comments to this blog post with your poetic or prose works. Or you may post it as a blog entry on your blog and leave a link to it in the comments field.

And lets limit it to two poems per person, for consideration.

Never know. It could be YOU! :)

Game? I hope so.

Let the submissions began.
[feel free to ask any further questions]
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1 day later
Shyloh said

Roses are red, violets are blue….
I am always thinking kind thoughs
about  you.


No that is not one to enter silly.

2 days later
Shyloh said

Because of all the things going on right now. I have to use an old one.
But may be new to others that have not read my poetry.

Images


Show me an artist canvas, with a hazy greyish hue.

And I shall start with nothing, to paint a picture of you.

A graceful form shall be the outline; excellent in every shade. And
love will fill the character lines, with just a touch of jade.

Sweetness will be the color, in your gentle eyes so fair, and stardust
shimmering lightly, will be the color of your hair.

A rosy cream shall fill the cheeks, on this artist tapestry; a rosy
red defines the lips, of this beauty soon-to-be.

As for the rest, there shall be no flaw, as in befitting of you, and
the signature at the bottom, a simple…………I love you!

© 4/23/1990 by shyloh

Tru : Visionaire
3 days later
Tru said

@Shy: Why do I get the distinct feeling that this is an ingenius attempt to get me to say those famous ”three little big words” so carefully situated at the end of your poem? :) (slick Shy, real slick)

Thanks for having the kindness and braveness to participate. Surely the universe will return the loving gesture along with me.

Any other brave souls? Peggy Joyce, WendyB, AJN, Obi, Bradley and You?

Apple  : Apple Robyn
3 days later
Apple said

Thanks Tru!!!!
am going to play around this weekend and will post as soon as it comes together.
lots o  flove
A
Shy: thats a gorgeous poem

Nikki : space
3 days later
Nikki said

OUR HOMES

That pain just stayed like that brick,
fixed, one color, muted, no trick.
Between love, life and perhaps a smile.
That wall went on for more than a mile.
And held above a roof so thin,
That light, wind, rain and sin,
Seeped in and out, some days sat about,
In my house, my home no doubt.
When one bright day I left the door,
Open and wide, no hinges for sure.
And stepped out to see more walls
Close by, standing, colored and tall.
Each holding a roof, a slant, a shade,
And waited, wishing, for this time to fade.

8/17/2006
nikki

can’t wait to hear you recite this poem ;)

Tru : Visionaire
3 days later
Tru said

Apple, Nikki, thanks for peeking in. And Nikki thanks for the submission. I feel that one. Deep descriptions.

Nicola : Truth
3 days later
Nicola said

Thanks for the invitation to join in and participate Tru. I’ll see what I can cook up in my pot for later!

Love, Nicola

3 days later
whitegalacticwizard said

Me as well. I composed a two-sided poem this week. I'll contact the recipient to see if I can post it here…
Love, Michele

3 days later
Peggy J said

Soon, Tru, soon:):)

radiate soul light : In Lak'ech, I am another YOU :O)
3 days later
radiate soul light said

okay well it’s first thing AM for me, just read your little note ya see, but attempt i shall, off the cuff, to render something more than fluff…….
:)

SELF LOVE

that’s my chosen “emotion” which before i even begin, is in my opinion, emotion #1 ………n’est pas??…………………

i wake in the morning
too tired to see
and yet there
I AM
standing before
ME
this figure of
human beingness
DIVINE as can be?
Am i not One of All
the same as ANY?

am i not just as worthy,
as the billionaire
in the corporate arena?

is ‘she’ not as worthy, my friend
Madame La Rue,
who sits upon her
throne each day
as i walk my favourite route?

I gave her some clothes the other day……
She told me it was too hot for sweaters yet
til autumn leaves fall away….
i brought HER clothes home and stored them for her,
until that day…..

i wake in the morning to tired to see
and yet, there standing before myself,
is me…….

how shall i greet me on this fine day??
storming and raining,
dark and grey??

is this day any less than,
because she’s grey??
or is she too, a divine blessing
for ALL to rejoice within and play??

i woke this morning to horror and dismay
war had broke out
while the president’s of our world
sat down to supersized kaiser buns
of animal and their prey……

are they somehow more worthy,
than the children and adults
whose lives they blast to dust,
leaving behind little else,
whilst they, OUR presidents,
stuff their faces,
talk and play,
and skirt their
wives and children
safe at bay,
millions and millions of miles away,
on vacation no less!!!

well hey, we understand, n’est pas?
the animal supply for their kaiser buns
you see, have also been
blown to smithereens!!!

i wake in the morning to tired to see
and yet, there standing before myself,
is me……

when you wake in the morning what do you see
standing in the mirror before thee?

are you not as divine an emination of light manifest physically as me? as he? as she?
are we not all flesh and blood, bones, arteries and veins?
do we not all operate by the same ELECTRIC SPARKS?
are we not all directed by the synaptic energy coursing through our brains?

YES!!!
we are ONE in the SAME!!!

each with the choice to Radiate our DivineLight or……..
stuff ourselves up to the gills with kaiser buns,
nuclear weapons, animal by products and self loathing cheap thrills…..

i wake in the morning to tired to see
and yet, there standing before myself,
is me

when we choose to walk
through out each day
with our mirror
reflecting the TRUTH
of our ways,
we choose to walk
with eyes open and mind aware
by the grace of soul love
the TRUTH of ALL
comes to bare,
EACH and every one of us
DIVINE BEings of LIGHT
ANGELS manifest physically,

and it is for those of us who
CAN SEE
to gently, lovingly,
remove the kaiser buns,
animal byproducts, nuclear weapons,
and SELF LOATHING
we see
infecting those of US,
Angels Divine,
who have lost their way,
devoured by the
FALSEhoods & TEMPTATIONS
of the negativites
we EACH choose
to proliferate our EARTH SCHOOL!!

it is up to EACH of us,
every ONE, to act in LOVE,
to act in TRUTH,
to know,
the ENERGY {which is really ALL WE ARE}
we emit unto the ALL
the ENERGY we CHOOSE to awake with each day,
AFFECTS the WHOLE in a very real, very fundamental,
MOLECULAR way!!!

IT IS WE WHO HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE
the NEGATIVITY permeating our MIND’S RECEPTORS
IT IS WE WHO HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE
the WINDS carrying the WHISPERS OF THE ALL,
from FEAR and REGRET, from DOUBT and HATE,
to LOVE SUBLIME
for TRUTH be KNOWN
who we ARE,
is WHO WE CHOOSE to BE,

WHO shall YOU CHOOSE to SEE,
WHO shall YOU CHOOSE to BE,
when YOU awake this morn,
to look and behold the
BEAUTY DIVINE,
the GREATEST GIFT,
to ever BE,
that’s YOU my friend, that’s LIFE,
YOU and YOU and YOU and ME!!!!

Blessed may thee ALL BE,
Angels Divine,
wtithing the EMBRACING LIGHT of
PEACEFUL LOVING SERENITY,

roni
sanctuairesoulssanctuary.com

p.s. i apologize for the rambling, it seems to be a reflection of my calling as an ontological philosopher, writer and guidelight……..
and i did say, my day just started you see,
so rambling instead of edited consiseness seems to be
the poetic expressions to which i surrender my earthly being,
and allow to flow the TRUTHS i know….

Nicola : Truth
3 days later
Nicola said

I am freedom.
I have no reins.
I am everywhere and nowhere…
It’s all the same.

I visit darkness.
I bask in the light…
I create drama and struggle,
With my creative mind.

I bring on lightness, joy and delight.
I step into the warm embrace of Divine light.
I luxuriate in harmony, stillness and peace.
I create my entire Universe with grace and ease.

Love, Nicola

Tru : Visionaire
3 days later
Tru said

Hahahahaha, 'rambling' Roni, the challenge I find is where your poem begins and where it ends. :) Thanks for adding such playful spirit to the event.

Nice flow Nicola. That one will be easy to read and enjoy. Good feeling there, real good.

Thanks to everyone (willing) for offering their assurance of participation.

If this is successful, I'd like to propose we perform PoemPlay on a regular basis with alternating (willing) “readers” for us to submit our entries to. Feel free to get the word out. I may end up reading all the submissions if there's enough recording time provided by Odeo. We shall see. Also, I'm thinking the 21st should be a nice date to end submissions and setup the audio software. Viva la poemplay!

3 days later
whitegalacticwizard said

Here's mine. Read it first from an erotic perspective, of seeing that beautiful man, meditating, cross-legged, eyes closed, chest bare, (sigh!) …

My Desire
>
>
> I draw a Breath as I see His Light,
>
> Adonis-Spirit of the sand.
>
> In a trace of non-time, behind His shoulder,
>
> My lips to His ear, I stand.
>
>
> Warm without touch, and easily,
>
> His One Light yields to Mine,
>
> And Swirls Upwards in patterns of Rainbow Bliss,
>
> As we Dance in Ecstacy Divine.
>
>
> Only then, do I exhale in a Whisper,
>
> Breathy, in the slow Agony of Want,
>
>
> “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm.”
>
> And… In a Flash of white Light…I AM gone…
>
> and never Was…
> …and Will Always Be…
>
Now, re-read it as one perception of sacred relationship with the Avitar, Jesus.

This is what I call a two-sided poem. They're fun to write. The trick is to compose a three-sided poem! It's purpose is to remind us that our reality can always be percieved from another perspective simultaneously.

InLight,
M

3 days later
whitegalacticwizard said

If you want to see the friend I wrote this for, he is in my blog.

radiate soul light : In Lak'ech, I am another YOU :O)
3 days later
radiate soul light said

okay two more….
SHORT ONES
promise
really
:)

Happiness is a State of Mind
Choice the Engine of our Evolution
how shall you Choose to evolve today?

Think with your Heart
Feel with your Mind

If at our core, as we know,
we are molecular cells of ENERGY,
does it really make a difference,
on our ESSENTIAL ENERGY LEVEL
the means by which our energy is delivered,
be it the Baker who bakes,
the Professor who teaches,
the Homeless who walks,
SO LONG AS the energy delivered
is so done in the
TRUTH of LOVE?
so long as the energy emitted is one of positivity,
does it really matter what earthly label you have chosen, or in more cases, has been chosen for you?
if energy is either positive or negative,
which shall we choose to speak our thoughts,
emitting unto the ALL, AFFECTING ALL, with our intentions, through actions,
of our earthlingly,
physically manifested
Light BEing……..

ya gotta think, if we are as dense as we are in comparison to that which is our true nature, we must have a mighty HEAVY affect when we are emitting our energies unto the whole, n’est pas??

et voila……
ya ya i know
i said two and i gave ya three
and one was a little long
a little rambling
ya ya
c’est moi
blessed be all of thee

roni

Tru : Visionaire
5 days later
Tru said

Wow, this is really going to be hot. Much appreciation for these enticing submissions. And I suspect this “Read it first from an erotic perspective, of seeing that beautiful man, meditating, cross-legged, eyes closed, chest bare, (sigh!)”statement is another slick attempt succeeding in getting me to say some humble things. :) [perhaps its ok if I say man/woman?]

Between Galactic Wizard and Shyloh, don't know whose the slickest. Well done to you both. And Peggy, your choice expressions are suspect as well. Should've known….;)

@Radiate Soul, where your first poem says: ”wtithing the EMBRACING LIGHT of” –is that 'wtithing' word purposeful or…….in need of altering a bit?

This is all going to be fun. Thanks!

5 days later
Shyloh said

I have read all these and I am so impressed.. Everyone was so beautiful.
Good job..

BUT, you know me haha.. I luv you!!

5 days later
whitegalacticwizard said

Well, Tru, technically, you can't say woman, because, 1) the subject of the poem is male, and 2) It's a poem from my perspective, and if I still remain the author, then “woman” doesn't work for me. Sorry, maybe in time? Who knows :)

Though I quite understand not wanting to imagine a guy in an erotic way. Perhaps you could imagine being the guy. Yep. Now that's slick!

This is fun! I appreciate the idea…I don't write much at all and you drew me out.

Tru : Visionaire
5 days later
Tru said

(laughing) Talk about hardliners…..geesh, ok ok I'll walk the line. Granted, rosey cheeks full bloom. And if my likely smirks are heard, do bear with me por favor. :-P

And they are definitely impressive, and impressionable. Must go prepare…

5 days later
Peggy J said



LOVE?

Love is speaking in the other's language

Speaking about the other's needs, hopes and dreams

Love is singing, chanting, dancing the other's songs & dances

Meditating with the other in their home, in their heart, in their rituals

Love is being open, absolutely open to hearing what the other has to say

Without the need to raise one's own voice of wishes, longings, and worries.

Love is walking down the streets of the other's bombed out village

Arm-in-arm with the other giving oneself, wholeheartedly, over to the other

As if the other were oneself, as if the other's story were one's own.

LOVE IS SHARING AND GIVING ALL THAT ONE HAS

TO ANOTHER WHO HAS LITTLE OR NOTHING.

LOVE IS DREAMING HUGE DREAMS FOR  ALL BEINGS  EVERYWHERE

DREAMING DREAMS OF ABUNDANCE, GOOD HEALTH

A SAFE HOME

TO LIVE IN PEACE AND HARMONY

AND LOVE

5 days later
Peggy J said

DEAR BELOVED  - My Om


I am Drowning in your love
I am Drowning in your presence
I am Drowning Drowning Drowning

I am swimming in your graces
I am singing your praises
I am falling in love all over again

Like a Dervish twirling
Autumn leaves sailing, Oh
Look - the child running barefoot
Sand tossed here and there

You have stolen my heart
Set it sailing on love everlasting
I shall, thankfully, never be the same.

Jon Mark : Quiet Mind
10 days later
Jon Mark said

illumination

Life’s greyest hours,
Thundershowers,
Rumbling of sky and sea.
In rapid succession our fears are expressed in the illumination.
Holding on for dear life through this storm
Coming out on the other side, a little torn,
A little rough around the edges.
My heart softer, more broken down.
Mended in the stillness of this moment.
Time but the ticking of a man-made clock
Eternity wrapped up in this second that slips ever by.

una : writer
19 days later
una said

Jealousy

Do you know the gift you were given?
Unattainable in all my living
A chasm that set us apart
It was unfair from the very start
Could you see the envy in me?
My vacant stare that turned to a glare
It grew like a hardened rock
I was left in the dark
Til' one day I stopped looking out
For it seemed that left me with great doubt
Instead I looked within and began to grin
for inside I found my own gifts abound
I put to an end this futile bend.

Blue Buddha (a poem about saddness)

Precious blue buddha,
fresh from enlightenment
Softest seed of all seeds,
exhibiting adorable manifestations.
Chubby cheeks
blushed with spirituality.
Wavy hair
instinctively spirals.
Curved tummy mimics life.

While you meditate in your ocean swing,
 growth lures you toward wordly desires.
Inevitable suffering.
Blue eyes awaken.
Your light grows in the shade.
Never forget,
my bluest buddha,
the space that houses your enlightenment.

Tru : Visionaire
about 1 month later
Tru said

Thanks for these three new ones, respectively, Jon and Una.

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