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Array ( [sid] => 133112 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mother's Little Helper [time] => 2007-03-28 02:38:15 [hometext] => What a drag it is giving up. [bodytext] =>



Your house is on fire,
slate is wiped with ash,
tears of love
evaporate
to stains of loss.

Broken wide,
sealed in turn around,
the curve of eyes,
swell without leaking,
fat with pain,
held wet lash.

The weighted palm
of giants past,
falls from the sky
and presses down
upon the shoulders till
flat faced,
prostrate,
one tastes the dirt
with struggling breath.

Mushrooms sprout,
dandelions root in knots,
forced at bay,
a bright light flashes,
ground is mask ,
kiln to magnifying glass,
polished by blinking.

Hands clutch & grasp,
take hold and steer
the planet,
vision made plain
in cycling lens
from molten core
to galactic axis.

Shes a fine vessel
humming in harmony
to a souls command,
we make her fit
with tact.
Any can help
batten the hatches;
the honor of service
becomes us
aboard this enterprise.

Cut a portal
with spirit, use hands,
round circle magics,
perpendicular to the ground,
reach at arms length,
to peer over, gain a view
downward toward the center
looking in,
balance upon this well,
wishing through all else
to see, cheer, smile upon
the glowing, spinning
heart
of this living world.





AJPIII

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Mother's Little Helper

Contributed by yangdantien on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 02:38:15 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry







Your house is on fire,
slate is wiped with ash,
tears of love
evaporate
to stains of loss.

Broken wide,
sealed in turn around,
the curve of eyes,
swell without leaking,
fat with pain,
held wet lash.

The weighted palm
of giants past,
falls from the sky
and presses down
upon the shoulders till
flat faced,
prostrate,
one tastes the dirt
with struggling breath.

Mushrooms sprout,
dandelions root in knots,
forced at bay,
a bright light flashes,
ground is mask ,
kiln to magnifying glass,
polished by blinking.

Hands clutch & grasp,
take hold and steer
the planet,
vision made plain
in cycling lens
from molten core
to galactic axis.

Shes a fine vessel
humming in harmony
to a souls command,
we make her fit
with tact.
Any can help
batten the hatches;
the honor of service
becomes us
aboard this enterprise.

Cut a portal
with spirit, use hands,
round circle magics,
perpendicular to the ground,
reach at arms length,
to peer over, gain a view
downward toward the center
looking in,
balance upon this well,
wishing through all else
to see, cheer, smile upon
the glowing, spinning
heart
of this living world.





AJPIII





Copyright © yangdantien ... [ 2007-03-28 02:38:15]
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Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 08:00:20 AM AEST
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Fantastic..Mother Earth shall survive as she is a fine vessel indeed. The fuel to run her must be pure 100% high octane faith that she can put up speed and get on course. Well done my super poet!! I shall never give up!


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 09:04:08 AM AEST
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As always AJ your imagery stuns me; you have such a unique and inspired way of expressing yourself I am left in awe. I really liked:

'Broken wide,
sealed in turn around,
the curve of eyes,
swell without leaking,
fat with pain,
held wet lash.'

because it is the perfect description.
The message also is magnificent.

Dom



Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 09:24:14 AM AEST
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I could feel the tremor of the earth not only in your poem but also visually.

Great work.

FRANCO.


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 04:06:50 PM AEST
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Of course, you KNOW what song I thought of, upon reading the title ... (and yes .. a drag indeed)

You know I love what you've written and how you've drawn everyone's responsibility so definitively ..
but truth be told, dear friend, this vessel can quite efficiently steer herself .. and she has enormous
recuperative power. If only, the "helpers" would stop trashing and killing all that is naturally perfect.

Her selections are tainted by the wills of those that see the future only in the short term. But, sadly
few fail to recognize that all the torment that's happening on and within her realm won't matter much
when she is gone. And so are we ...

(boy .. little miss sunshine, eh? sorry .. worked up over the indifference towards how screwed up
some ecosystems are)

Provocative write, AJ. (.. uhm .. no kidding, right? lol)

~Breezy


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 06:31:24 PM AEST
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Only for the briefest of reliefs can we use apathy to escape the pain...

BigLoveMuchPeace
~me


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 09:12:46 PM AEST
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A.J., Wow this was a really intense and gripping read for me. It gave me much and I thank you. Your writing always keeps me dreaming, wondering and believing in the human spirit and Mother Earth's connectivity.
Much peace and love my brother,
Laura


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Thursday, 29th March 2007 @ 03:55:30 AM AEST
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To peer over, gain view down ward , toward the center looking in..for the spinning heart of this world. Oh..Quite inexpressible feeling..
venkat


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Thursday, 29th March 2007 @ 07:47:08 PM AEST
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Chucks Yang, I was so hoping to get to this yesterday, but you know what it's like around my place with all the chaos and those ankle biters, lol.
I'm here now and I must say my dear poet friend that you just never cease to amaze me.
Peering deep into the heart of Mother Earth
and watching on how this fine vessel survives and recovers with all her strength.
It is sad to say though humankind has mistreated her and tormented her, but
they won't wake up til it's too late. It's the truth.
As always my genuis friend I am left inspired
and in awe. Keep up the remarkable writing~
May Mother Earth smile upon you always
sweet AJ~
with love, hugs & prayers ur fan/friend,
Dreamer~


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by PorcelainCellophane on Friday, 6th April 2007 @ 03:40:54 AM AEST
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"Shes a fine vessel
humming in harmony
to a souls command,
we make her fit
with tact."

Immaculate.

Again... i am stunned with nothing to say.... I could hardly manage this sentence...

the gasps i try to hide...


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by PorcelainCellophane on Friday, 6th April 2007 @ 03:40:56 AM AEST
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"Shes a fine vessel
humming in harmony
to a souls command,
we make her fit
with tact."

Immaculate.

Again... i am stunned with nothing to say.... I could hardly manage this sentence...

the gasps i try to hide...


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th April 2007 @ 04:37:56 AM AEST
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I see duality in this piece, yes Mother Earth, but this sooooo applies to each of us as individuals too.
Well thought out and expressed.


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 9th April 2007 @ 03:03:57 PM AEST
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This is absolutely beautiful. I wish I could write like you, this was really good!


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Clarity_Rising on Sunday, 15th April 2007 @ 02:43:25 AM AEST
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The title of your poem made me
instantly think of the Rolling
Stones song, but alas, there is
no correlation. Well, except that
your poem kind of reminds me of
a psychedelic song complete with
hidden symbolism and meanings.
This poem is very compelling,
great write!


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Monday, 16th April 2007 @ 07:13:25 PM AEST
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Interesting phrasing and word usage - needed to read it a few times to catch the imagery and it was most satisfying when I did.

Short of blowing the guts out of her, mother earth has a way of righting herself. We are just a blip on the landscape, and if we push things too far she'll brush us aside with floods and earthquakes or dark skies.
Personally, I'd like to see what's under her tectonic skirts - I hear she's a hot little number!

Spike


Re: Mother's Little Helper (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverDagger on Sunday, 29th April 2007 @ 06:06:39 PM AEST
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Mother Earth is lucky to have helpers like you who write in such a compelling manner. We have abused this 'fine vessel' for ages and it's is high time that we stop taking her gifts for granted! You have expressed your sentiments on the issue in your inimitable and powerful manner.

Let your talent shine brightly always! I love reading your work... keep it up!




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