Evan Shaw
07-11-2013, 08:07 AM
She said, "why don't you start your own thread of poems?" so here it is.
Independence Day
Fireworks exploding, reminiscent of Francis Scott Key
That Ode he wrote to victory,
So beyond adequately. Play ball!
Cannot capture the essence of that rapture.
When the Flag was waving still.
No wonder he took up his quill!
The Thinker's Solitude
In chair, a leisure hour
Like an alchemist awaiting transmutation
a new mood will come soon.
Whisked away, without notice
Inner unfolds like a lotus.
Following gleam like a Train with steam
Through mountains & valleys I careen.
"Remember Unlimited Supply, when you decide
Where you'll climb."
Arriving to town, I cool down
With water aqueducts brought around.
(untitled)
Variety of forms, veiled appearances of Unity.
Being solemnly lurking, until you lift and see a core
That essence spoken of in lore!
For what we see is changing, a hidden stuff, vibrating.
But behind our fleeting thoughts, there's a background uncaught.
Stainless, free, beyond our identity.
While objects float across the screen
That which observes remains unchanged.
Who were you yesterday, beyond your name?
Camping Poesy
Pt. 1
Material science, dissects & isolates
A rational method Francis Bacon traced.
By overlooking the whole & similar connections
We end up with separate parts.
But how could a heart function without a body?
Or a hotel without a lobby?
Systems & Context
Even an island is surrounded by water.
The proverbial Forest for the Trees
Smaller to cells, larger to galaxies
Even these can be reduced down
Or expanded farther
Pt. 2 (written at lunch break, during hike)
A web, a great chain, interlacing.
To isolate a piece of Nature
overlooks, inter-relations. Such satisfaction
a broad context brings - gives placement
to things. Here on rock I sit,
peering across ravine. Already crossed,
the murmur of a stream.
A root, a seam in Earth's jeans.
When I look up, with everything!
A Bird Spoke to Me
Before me I saw a road
With intoxicating drinks hanging from trees
Allured, flesh tingling
I sipped the sweet nectar
Before me I saw a road
Walking stick hits ground
Twisting around the bend, when
A bird spoke to me
"Ye embark, towards a mark
with the Beloved
dotted in the sky
a moment of union
that makes a Thunderous Clap."
Before me I saw a road
Vivid colors exploded to my senses
A new hue, translucent, opened up
With unrivaled certainty
It all sang: "One love! One love! His love!"
And the people thought me crazed,
because He shared this secret
with me.
Energy of Kosmos
Holding planets to their course
"That apple, a force!"
Lightning splits a tree
Emotions run thru body
Essence of our will
Manifested by passions
Variations of One Energy
Vibrating frequencies explain
Patterns at root the same
Radio waves, gamma rays, all these subtle distinctions
melt into
One Vibrating Ocean
Explore
Living Energy
Unified at the Core
Templar Secrecy
Crusader wears Red Cross
Blade sticks with morning frost
In the beginning
Formed under a banner
I do so solemnly swear, oaths were declared
Seeds of fate, accept em!
Route to Jeruselum, protect em!
Yet
Beneath Solomon's Temple
they searched
Were relics unearthed?
Return to France, power entranced
King Phillip IV threatened
All the gold, coffers full
Pope persuade, heretics say!
"Round them up one by one"
Morlay bound, dungeon free
but stake he sees
Outside the Notre Dame
To square they came, to witness
the death of a martyr
On Friday the 13th
Without Name
Awake! To what, dear Adventurer?
Woven strings of possibility
Sculpted by thou will, or prior still?
We need only obey
Concord's Sage would say
Tap the still
For in a recess of the mind
Is a gleam so fine
A lowly command
To become
Strangely chirping
What we know
Brick by brick
What's the mortar?
Some Order
A Knock
Blacksmith billows embers rising higher
A labor pursued, part of his being
Sticks sparth axe in fire
Why do you hammer
on with midnight oil?
When the sun blesses
Those who greet its arrival
Placing axe on wall, a knock
Will you open the door
For lone wayward traveler?
Have a seat, listen to these tales
Guarded by those in antiquity
Beliefs implanted while young, the wise begun
To change their views as they grew
For we must clean our slate
To taste freedom
From all phenomena
Impress upon your mind
That you have two horses
Both wild and not broken in
But you are the charioteer
With the reins
Independence Day
Fireworks exploding, reminiscent of Francis Scott Key
That Ode he wrote to victory,
So beyond adequately. Play ball!
Cannot capture the essence of that rapture.
When the Flag was waving still.
No wonder he took up his quill!
The Thinker's Solitude
In chair, a leisure hour
Like an alchemist awaiting transmutation
a new mood will come soon.
Whisked away, without notice
Inner unfolds like a lotus.
Following gleam like a Train with steam
Through mountains & valleys I careen.
"Remember Unlimited Supply, when you decide
Where you'll climb."
Arriving to town, I cool down
With water aqueducts brought around.
(untitled)
Variety of forms, veiled appearances of Unity.
Being solemnly lurking, until you lift and see a core
That essence spoken of in lore!
For what we see is changing, a hidden stuff, vibrating.
But behind our fleeting thoughts, there's a background uncaught.
Stainless, free, beyond our identity.
While objects float across the screen
That which observes remains unchanged.
Who were you yesterday, beyond your name?
Camping Poesy
Pt. 1
Material science, dissects & isolates
A rational method Francis Bacon traced.
By overlooking the whole & similar connections
We end up with separate parts.
But how could a heart function without a body?
Or a hotel without a lobby?
Systems & Context
Even an island is surrounded by water.
The proverbial Forest for the Trees
Smaller to cells, larger to galaxies
Even these can be reduced down
Or expanded farther
Pt. 2 (written at lunch break, during hike)
A web, a great chain, interlacing.
To isolate a piece of Nature
overlooks, inter-relations. Such satisfaction
a broad context brings - gives placement
to things. Here on rock I sit,
peering across ravine. Already crossed,
the murmur of a stream.
A root, a seam in Earth's jeans.
When I look up, with everything!
A Bird Spoke to Me
Before me I saw a road
With intoxicating drinks hanging from trees
Allured, flesh tingling
I sipped the sweet nectar
Before me I saw a road
Walking stick hits ground
Twisting around the bend, when
A bird spoke to me
"Ye embark, towards a mark
with the Beloved
dotted in the sky
a moment of union
that makes a Thunderous Clap."
Before me I saw a road
Vivid colors exploded to my senses
A new hue, translucent, opened up
With unrivaled certainty
It all sang: "One love! One love! His love!"
And the people thought me crazed,
because He shared this secret
with me.
Energy of Kosmos
Holding planets to their course
"That apple, a force!"
Lightning splits a tree
Emotions run thru body
Essence of our will
Manifested by passions
Variations of One Energy
Vibrating frequencies explain
Patterns at root the same
Radio waves, gamma rays, all these subtle distinctions
melt into
One Vibrating Ocean
Explore
Living Energy
Unified at the Core
Templar Secrecy
Crusader wears Red Cross
Blade sticks with morning frost
In the beginning
Formed under a banner
I do so solemnly swear, oaths were declared
Seeds of fate, accept em!
Route to Jeruselum, protect em!
Yet
Beneath Solomon's Temple
they searched
Were relics unearthed?
Return to France, power entranced
King Phillip IV threatened
All the gold, coffers full
Pope persuade, heretics say!
"Round them up one by one"
Morlay bound, dungeon free
but stake he sees
Outside the Notre Dame
To square they came, to witness
the death of a martyr
On Friday the 13th
Without Name
Awake! To what, dear Adventurer?
Woven strings of possibility
Sculpted by thou will, or prior still?
We need only obey
Concord's Sage would say
Tap the still
For in a recess of the mind
Is a gleam so fine
A lowly command
To become
Strangely chirping
What we know
Brick by brick
What's the mortar?
Some Order
A Knock
Blacksmith billows embers rising higher
A labor pursued, part of his being
Sticks sparth axe in fire
Why do you hammer
on with midnight oil?
When the sun blesses
Those who greet its arrival
Placing axe on wall, a knock
Will you open the door
For lone wayward traveler?
Have a seat, listen to these tales
Guarded by those in antiquity
Beliefs implanted while young, the wise begun
To change their views as they grew
For we must clean our slate
To taste freedom
From all phenomena
Impress upon your mind
That you have two horses
Both wild and not broken in
But you are the charioteer
With the reins