Pictures
& Poems #5
Sef alias -//\\- has made some
wonderful poems to some of my pictures.
Here's a
collection.
Imaginary Flowers
by Lars
You went to sun to
Etch upon our inner eyes
Sunflower visions
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Beyond Beauty
by Lars
This vision beyond beauty calls to mind a
great idea to think what it must be
to live along the bottom of the deep blue sea
From light foamy blue to deepest of dark
Where there's tender sweet scallops
And hammer head sharks,
We'd blithely float along the bottommost
places looking at patterns on the sand making
traces so rare and so beautiful we'd forget
about air, and breathe in the panarama
that's beyond compare.
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Flowers for Sef
by Lars
we human beings
they say once lived in the sea
gills lost long ago
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Small Hut in the Forest
by Lars
My hut, my little imaginary
hut I made
with my own two hands
deep in the forest...
a mental retreat...
tucked in among the trees and shrubs
beside a narrow, winding trail.
a flowing spring is there
a fireplace hearth
stones
vines
flowers and ferns
birds make music all day long...they sing in the sunshine
whippoorwills at dusk, mockingbirds
in the bright moonlit nights of summer
silence in the bright moonlit nights of winter...
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Catching the Moment
by Lars
The shadows, the waves, the clouds, the sun,
All caught in the moment one by one
Lightness captured for an instant of being
Here.
Now.
In this one watery moment fluidly sweet
We stand on the edge of a day's retreat
Into Forever
Gone
Done
Each moment goes
One by One.
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The Clouds of Depression
by Lars
Without the darkness
How can my eraser tease
out the eyeLight ?
Highlight of eyelight
Tones of darkest of the darks
Lightest of light appears
enjoy the fever with sleep
sleep the sleep of the deep
enjoy a session of good old depression
become a sadsack of inordinate opression
hang your head
feel you wanta be dead
drag your feet in slumpiness
wallow in down-in the-dumpiness
fever burns germs
depression comes to terms
with something called glorified gumption
depression: a panacea for conniptual consumption
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Deserts of the Mind
by Lars
Far and away across
deserts of the mind
mirages lie shimmering,
emerald seas glimmering.
Beckoning, thrumming
leathery skintight
drums drumming, beckoning
calling enthralling, on
and on ye travelers on!
See yon crystal cities'
diamond castles gleaming
beams of light streaming
Far and away.
Far, far away...
Someday! Someday!
Mirages lie shimmering
glistening and glimmering
Only for far and
Only away
Upon the deserts of the mind...
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Fire and Water
by Lars
Yesterday on earth
A cool breeze of air was blowing and flowing
the waters of life in and through this earthen vessel
whose center seethes and flames with
The fires of experiential being...
As I was thinking
And drinking
It into this interpenetrating earthen form...
It ruffled my spirit sensually as it
Stirred and rippled the surface of my deep waters
Pure Pleasure
was my gain
It cooled the flaring flame
Of blazes burning my name
So that once again
It soothed the exquisite pain
Of Being:
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A Window by Nature
by Lars
When you see an old man standing
and staring, like he's lost and in a dream
don't be too quick to think "idiot"
things are not usually what they seem
he's probably stopped there looking
through a window nobody else sees,
(but would
if only they could)
The old man finally has the time to
stop and linger and lose himself into the
nameless numbers of amazing things to be seen
through the wonderful windows of nature.
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Offspring of the Elements
by Lars
jump off the deep end
swim underwater. go deep
all the way
to the bottom where the sand's
not packed where it;s loosely
laying there ready to rise in clouds
when flounders tunnel in to hide
open your eyes full and wide
you'll see a city in a sense.
"Offspring of the Elements,"
Water and Air held congregated
No forests felled, none separated
The buildings there are never glued
Nothing untoward ever construed
as walls that could separate you
nor wood that could be whittled into
little wooden men and animals and
all kinds of objets d'art.
Until the Elements' little fling
Produces life in everything.
So now that you've seen that
beautiful city and held your
breath as long as you could,
Rise to the surface
if you can.
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Windows within Windows
by Lars
Wonderful little windows of silver
made only for light and air
Put in a row of them
next to the ceiling up there
delicate and small around the wall
so that when perchance
the drapes below are closed,
streams of sun, beams of moon,
twinkles of stars,
along with long fingers of wind
can fill the house with joy from the
outside and the in...
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The Offspring of the Elements #2
by Lars
you can actually even see the sun in this one.
the sun that comes late in the afternoon
and makes everything glow goldenly and
already showing the indigo and sepia spoken
of before though yet so very pale foretelling
how it will grow ever deeper until just before
dawn when it disappears into those long fingers
of pink old Homer odyssified so long ago...
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Autumn Window
by Lars
Ghosts of Autumn subtle,
silkily stealing in upon the scene,__
imperceptibly becoming like moonlight ___
Soft and Glowing
Aloft and Growing,
Harvest Moon...
__soon an overwhelming desire to
reach out and smooth our palms over,
All over Autumn, feeling...
gently for a moment or two to lift the delicious
colors of it's soft and silky ribbons into fingers,
to actually gather it's whole being into our arms,
up against our chest as we bow our heads and
bury our face into the rich luxury of it's promise for
tomorrow's long, drippingly wet icicles white and cold
into sheets of invisible ice gliding waltzes across it's
surface into winter's
Snow Cones!!!
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No Name
by Lars
starting off incredibly good
then getting better and better
as time goes by...
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The Curtains of Fall
by Lars
The Curtains of Fall
Fall.
Summer's nowhere
To be seen
"Nevermore" quoth the Raven
But better still
on the sill
Winter will
Follow the Fall.
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Unknown Art
by Lars
The Unknowable Unknown
Unfathomable
Deep
Asleep
Buried in indigo
Beneath the flow
In the Deep Space
Of Another T/Race.
It that never-ending T/race 'tho to
be or not to be is not the question
Neither/Nor
It's plain. It's simple.
It's Unknown Art.
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Unknown Art
by Lars
throngs of humanity
in every kind of city non city
steel, glass skyscrapers city streets like
dark tunnels where sunshine
never penetrates
adobe sun dried deserts forest shacks
apartment complexes valleys hills
small towns villages seashore
mountains countryside farmlands
throngs of humanity
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Islands of Sunshine in an Ocean of Fog
by Lars
Beautiful island above
reflecting here below
earth absorbing sun
making puddles grow
through a little lens
a human looks to see
then with a little click
records eternity.
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The Pain of Thinking
by Lars
Oh what agony!
Oh what pain!
Thinking, thinking thoughts
Over and over again!!!
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The Pain of Thinking #2
by Lars
sharp, jagged crystals of thought
frozen into icy shards
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Enlightenment
by Lars
This morning while tramping
My imaginary snow three feet deep
I came upon enchanted woods
Where they say some little people sleep
The snow was melted away
Imaginary violets peeked out
All over the forest floor
The sun was shining
down through misty mist
A sight never seen before
Long glowing rays of beams of light
Streaked through trees so fine and rare
I held my breath for the longest time
Just for the joy of being there ...
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