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Hi Fawzo!
I liked the poem.But what if those screaming in the darkness wished to be screaming in the darkness, like those who like to ride rolercoasters and such. Then it could be possible that your light disturbed them and ruined their experience.
Never thought of it like that! What a neat spin. Shucks, now I almost feel guilty for intruding...
Such is the wonder of words. We can each get something different from reading them.
in blessing, bless
Wayne
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Hi Flower,
I like your style of writing. Again, thank you for sharing. Oh and I don't really know what metaphysical poetry is. I just know what I like.Flower
Thanks for the compliment. I am glad that you found something in the words you liked. As for what metaphysical poetry is:
The metaphysical poets were a loose group of British lyric poets of the 17th century, who shared an interest in metaphysical concerns and a common way of investigating them. The label "metaphysical" was given much later by Samuel Johnson in his Life of Cowley. These poets themselves did not form a school or start a movement; most of them did not even know or read each other. Their style was characterized by wit, subtle argumentations, "metaphysical conceits", and/or an unusual simile or metaphor such as in Andrew Marvell’s comparison of the soul with a drop of dew. Several metaphysical poets, especially John Donne, were influenced by neo-Platonism. One of the primary Platonic concepts found in metaphysical poetry is the idea that the perfection of beauty in the beloved acted as a remembrance of perfect beauty in the eternal realm. In a famous definition Georg Lukács, the Hungarian Marxist aesthetist, described the school's common trait of "looking beyond the palpable" and "attempting to erase one's own image from the mirror in front so that it should reflect the not-now and not-here" as foreshadowing existentialism (as quoted in The Aesthetics of Georg Lukács by B. Királyfalvi (1975)).
In blessing, bless
Wayne
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Hi Qyros,
Thanks for the notes. No apologies necessary. I beleive that we each approach writing poetry individually to attempt a connection or re-connection to G*d, others and ourselves. Several years ago I wrote these lines:
"I am a poet, I am supposed to get drunk
rage and wallow in word-mud
and feel like crap..."
Of course I was going through a heavily influenced Bukowski period. Not very "spiritual" but it was honest.
That is what I admire most about your words, Claire. You have authenticity. Whether or not we ever get paid with money for our writing, at least the dividends come in the form of integration.
In blessing, Bless
Wayne
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My thanks and appreciation for the welcome, Flower!
Not sure what you meant by interesting but my metaphysical poetry has been deemed less than "interesting."
The fact that you have chosen to reply means more than words to me.
in peace, i remain
Wayne
post script... there is a connection to the poem and my avatar. The connection has more to do with being open and honest than it has to do with nudity. But then that is the joy of metaphor.
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RevRainbow,
What passion. What pathos.
Qyros noted the Shakespearean flow...
Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Indeed, my unmet friend, your verse compares most admirably!
in blessing, Bless
Wayne
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Candle
i hold a candle as i walk through the darkness,
i hear screams all around, of people who are in pain,
people who are suffering, why don't i help them?
as i walk through the darkness with my candle,
i see others with a light. they gather around each other, ignoring the screams.
won't they help the ones less blessed then them? i've had enough.
i turn to the nearest scream. i said "come and walk with me and my light."
a woman took my hand and my light grew brighter.
as we walked through the darkness, the screams had gone faint,
and a light broke through the darkness.
we were going home. both naked, and unafraid.
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in peace, i remain
Wayne
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I wear black, combat boots and chains
my hair coifed short like a Nazarene
so close to my skull to appear insane.
I adore sad music - dirge and lament
darkness & tears swept up in holy desire.
Yet, when hard times come, it is God who
holds my hand. It is he that bids me peace.
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When my blood flows, is it not as red as yours?
When my heart breaks, is it not as sad?
When my soul aches for freedom, does it not speak in a language you understand?
I am no different than you. Why must you kill me with your words and fire and sword?
Is our God too distant...or your life so bored?
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In peace, i remain
Wayne
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My pleasure...All for love - Love for all!
Perhaps it was not that you "upset" anyone but rather that you gave us pause to think. For this we should be thankful.
Too often, christians put on a mask of perfection...at least I have.
God dwells in deep (thick) darkness as much as in unapproachable light. The dichotomy of this is one thing on an intellectual level but can be quite another on an experiential level. I am thankful that you have a safe place to vent yourself here. It makes me all the more willing to share. As a newbie - nothing could be more reassuring.
Yours, in peace, i remain
Wayne
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Many thanks for your kindness!
In blessing, Bless
-Wayne
above poem from TWILIGHT, A Collection of Poems in honor of Leonora Alice Wilkinson Sept 20, 1920-December 22, 1997. Published by Madman Express ©opyright 1998.
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Qyros,
I offer this in hope that you too will explore the possibilty of publishing your words. Many small press publishers exist to promote little known authors. Once upon a time, I was editor -n- chief of Earspank, the first audio poetry magazine dedicated to underground poets and their words. That was in 1997-2000. Whilst I no longer publish said audio-tape journal, I do have a heart for the metaphysical poetry of writers.
In blessing, Bless
Wayne
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...And the night will not come so soon to cover your face with her linen of light; the night will not come, or her dusk.
I am smoke. -Manfred Winkler, from Sadness
Moving closer toward unknown phantoms,
unheard liturgies,
unseen sunsets;
The earth shakes - oceans melt;
Steaming mountains shroud the moon.
We disappear in vapor.
Tomorrow has forgotten us.
We fail to remember history's
gifts or lessons.
Clawing at redemption
as phantoms gnaw
at the gates.
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The dark night of the soul is real. So too is the dawn...
This is the hour
God loosens and empties.
Rushing, consciousness comes
unbidden, gasping,
and memory, wisdom, grace.
-Annie Dillard
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Qryos,
Perhaps there is no balm that I can give, or medicine to cure your soul's ache. But if it is of any consolation I DO know your pain and struggle. While it may not be best for us to go into the sordid details, I want you to know that every spiritual leader from time immemorial has felt your struggle; St. John of the Cross & Mother Theresa come immediately to mind. And who could forget those words of Jesus from from the stake of crucifixion, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me...?"
He had only to rise three days later to know the ultimate provision of grace. Once upon a time, I subjected myself to service in the United States military. My constant prayer was that I kept waking up - tomorrow had to be better! Although I no longer subscribe to the doctrines of war, I continue to seek "awakening."
If it helps, please find HERE a meditation squence by Michael Gore entitled Sitting in the Dark. It helped me through some very dark times. May it also benefit you.
In blessing, Bless
Wayne
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Rev Joel,
Grace and peace!
All best with the ghost writing. I hope that you will pass along a link to where to get the book upon its publication.
Please find below a few interesting excerpts and resources pertaining to your research:
[....] Before the 20th Century, most cultures and most communities on earth valued fat. Fat was precious, and those animals and plants that yielded it were precious as well. Fat was used as food, and also for lighting, and for religious ceremony -- such as anointing with oil.Indigenous people of all continents valued the fat from the wild game or seafoods or nuts that they hunted. The bison was sacred to the Plains Indians such as the Lakota who hunted it, and the fat was rendered and used in staples such as variations of 'pemmican' -- dried pounded meat mixed with rendered fat. For the Inuit, seal oil and other fats were a critical part of life -- both a staple food and a source of light.
In northern Europe, lard from pigs, tallow from sheep and cows, schmaltz from chickens, duck fat and goose fat were all highly prized. Throughout Europe, cream and sour cream were precious, wonderful things, as well as the butter churned from the cream. Skimmed milk -- milk stripped of most of its fat -- was not eaten but rather fed to the hogs. In India, ghee (clarified butter) is ceremonial and medicinal, and the cows it comes from are held sacred.[...]
Kersey Graves, in his seminal, and highly controversial book, THE WORLD'S SIXTEEN CRUCIFIED SAVIORS (available online HERE) has this to add:
THE custom and ceremony of anointing with oil by way of imparting some fancied spiritual power and religious qualification seems to have been extensively practiced by the Jews and primitive Christians, and still more anciently by various oriental nations. Mark (xiv. 4), reports Jesus Christ as speaking commendingly of the practice, by which it was evident he was in favor of the superstitious custom. The apostle James not only sanctions it, but recommends it in the most specific language. "Is any sick among you, let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord." (James v. 14.)The practice of greasing or smearing with oil, it may be noted here, was in vogue from other motives besides the one here indicated. We find the statement in the New American Cyclopedia (vol. i.p. 620), that anointing with perfumed oil was in common use among the Greeks and Romans as a mark of hospitality to guests. And modern travelers in the East still find it a custom for visitors to be sprinkled with rose-water, or their head, face and beard anointed with olive oil." "Anointing," we are also told, "is an ancient and still prevalent custom throughout the East, by pouring aromatic oils on persons as a token of honor. ... It was also employed in consecrating priests, prophets and kings, and the places and instruments appointed for worship." (Ibid.) Joshua anointed the ten stones he set up in Jordan, and Jacob the stone on which he slept at the time of his great vision.
The early Christians were in the habit of anointing the altars, and even the walls, of the churches, in the same manner as the images, obelisks, statues, etc., had long been consecrated by the devotees of the oriental systems. Aaron, Saul, David, Solomon, and even Jesus Christ were anointed with oil in the same way. David Malcom, in his "Essay on the Antiquity of the Britons," p. 144, says, "The Mexican king was anointed with Holy Unction by the high priest while dancing before the Lord." (Vide the case of David "dancing before the Lord with all his might." Dr. Lightfoot, in his "Harmony of the New Testament," speaks of the custom among the Jews of anointing the sick on the Sabbath day (see Works, Vol. i,p. 333; also Toland, Sect. Naz. p. 54), as afterwards recommended by the apostle James, as shown above. This accords exactly with the method of treating the sick in ancient India and other heathen countries several thousand years ago. For proof consult Hyde, Bryant, Tertullian and other writers. The custom of anointing the sick, accompanied with prayer and other ceremonies, was quite fashionable in the East long before the birth of either Jesus or James. One writer testifies that "the practice of anointing with oil, so much in vogue among the Jews, and sanctioned by Christ and his followers, was held in high esteem in nearly all the Eastern religions."
The foregoing historical facts furnish still further proof that Christianity is the offspring of heathenism.
From Chapter 28: Annointing with Oil of Oriental Origin
Wicca, the religion of nature and witch-craft, of necessity draws heavily upon those elemental correspondences that lend themselves to the healing arts. The anointing of altar appointments, including candles, athames, chalices, cauldrons & etc., along with the practitioner him/herself is standard ritual. Elemental correspondences regarding base oils, (animal or vegetable)
colors, scents, and personal intentions - also known as sympathetic magic - each interrelate to create a desired effect.
While the scientific applications of such practices have long been disputed, the overarching testimony of history has upheld Wicca's relevence to nature's medicinal faculties. We must weigh the evidence against the outcome. Does mandrake root cure impotence? Does willow bark vanquish a headache? Do the shells of shrimp or lobster counteract fat absorbtion in the human body? Or, is it faith in such remedies that gives them credence?
[...] Dress (anoint) your spell candles with Wiccan ritual oil for extra energy to your candle magick. Anoint yourself, spell implements, tools etc... to add a little "oomph" to your magic. Dip your finger in the altar oil and draw a plus sign on the biggest denomination of money you have so it will draw more money to itself. Add a few drops of ritual oil suited to your intention to bath water to feel blessed and know that you have support from spirit.How do ritual oils work? Each type of altar oil is a blend of natural ingredients: herbs, resins, essential oils and gemstones in an all natural base oil. I have chosen ingredients that have a vibration near that desired effect. Example: red rose petals represent love (with color and scent). It is one of the ingredients in the love ritual oil. By dressing a candle, soaking in a ritual bath or anointing objects with Wiccan ritual oil, you are concentrating on love and feeling loved. The herbs, essential oils and resins give off a pleasant aroma that help you maintain that focus through aromatherapy. Everything that comes from nature has a vibration. By adding these herbal ingredients to your energy work, you are increasing the potency of your desire. [...]
A Wiccaning Ritual similar to a baptismal or christening of a child/infant can be found HERE. I quote in part:
[...]Such is the Miracle of Life!What name do you give this baby? _________. I anoint you little one with oil and give you the name of _________. I anoint you _________, with Water that you may embrace your Feminine Energy and come to understand All The Goddesses of Nature, of This Earth and of This Universe. I anoint you ________, with Wine that you may embrace your Masculine Energy and come to understand All The Gods of Nature, of This Earth and of This Universe. [...]
From another forum addressing the indgenous practice of Hoodoo...
I do alot of candle magic in my practice. I dress candles with approiate oils and colors etc for the purpose and even etch sigils into them depending on what I am trying to do. Alot of people from where I live refer to themselves as "Spiritual Advisers". Living in the Bible Belt " Rootworkers" are frowned upon and those people are shunned and also respected because to the average Joe they seem very powerful.I personally( because of my belief in Karma) do not do anything that will harm others. -Shalaye Sabariego_________________
In blessing, bless
Wayne
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Truly a wonderful work of art. Reminded me in some ways of Song of Songs and of Saint John of the Cross...sublime!