~Zen Mountain~

[My Erotic Tale]

Me, a teacher.
Hee Hawwss !!! ...

I am a rambler,
My Friend. You know that.

I ramble, bounce.
Take wizards words,
add a lil satiny~spice here,
a lil dreamy~drama there,
then behold ... my new prize ~



corny, but sooo true. Art,
you are on a roll My Friend,
keep it up, see ya at tha end ~

the teacher also learns from the student,

I just don't know what this student could possibly teach a gusher <laughing>
it certainly wouldn't be anything to do with pressure or dealing with pressure <laughing harder> okay quit it...lol...oh the pressure ...lol

 

[Du Lac]

Trash bag confessions........

Bees buzzing hidden amongst the rafters,
dark shed crying for the cleaning,
so soon a new life to embark;
one must clean the halls of our today,
to find the rooms of tomorrow.

Hands digging through
moldy soil of my life journey.

Cards written to a girl filled with hope,
preaching to a rebellious young woman,
encouraging a lost soul,
congratulations on another year gone.
All people I can no longer envision.

I float in an amnesiac time warp into the past.

Grade school report cards,
folded and signed,
"Denise is enthusiastic,
but needs to better her use of time."
Funny, how some truths
remain the same.

Aching fingers trace a name,
my brother's struggles
in reading, writing and arithmetic;
slapping my face with the knowledge
he is nothing but ashes
and a voice that I can no longer hear.

Letters and journals grasping at
wintered dreams in a tropical land.

Old boyfriends smile from photos
that tell the tale of a girl yet to be kissed.
Others with arms wrapped around
the woman kissed too many times.
Immune to all emotions;
no comfort in those possessive arms
or another's love lost puppy dog eyes.

Who owned my soul in that moment?

Funny how you box away portions of your life
You continue to live and learn;
as the dust bunnies dance with the person
you used to be.

Left in a chaotic clutter
that resembles the path of my youth.
Sadness sits with the girl
lost along the way.
Contentment found in knowing
the woman who holds her youth
gently in yellow paper dreams.

I rummage through the bones
left for me to pick.
Tax papers, receipts, love letters
riddled with post card moments.
I travel the path to find
treasures of yesterday tossed
in a plastic contractors black bag.

Heavy with weight of a paper trailed life,
pieces of Denise now wait for Tuesday,
when ignorant garbage men
dispose of the forgotten tears of
this life.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Trash bag confessions........

Bees buzzing hidden amongst the rafters,
dark shed crying for the cleaning,
so soon a new life to embark;
one must clean the halls of our today,
to find the rooms of tomorrow.

Hands digging through
moldy soil of my life journey.

Cards written to a girl filled with hope,
preaching to a rebellious young woman,
encouraging a lost soul,
congratulations on another year gone.
All people I can no longer envision.

I float in an amnesiac time warp into the past.

Grade school report cards,
folded and signed,
"Denise is enthusiastic,
but needs to better her use of time."
Funny, how some truths
remain the same.

Aching fingers trace a name,
my brother's struggles
in reading, writing and arithmetic;
slapping my face with the knowledge
he is nothing but ashes
and a voice that I can no longer hear.

Letters and journals grasping at
wintered dreams in a tropical land.

Old boyfriends smile from photos
that tell the tale of a girl yet to be kissed.
Others with arms wrapped around
the woman kissed too many times.
Immune to all emotions;
no comfort in those possessive arms
or another's love lost puppy dog eyes.

Who owned my soul in that moment?

Funny how you box away portions of your life
You continue to live and learn;
as the dust bunnies dance with the person
you used to be.

Left in a chaotic clutter
that resembles the path of my youth.
Sadness sits with the girl
lost along the way.
Contentment found in knowing
the woman who holds her youth
gently in yellow paper dreams.

I rummage through the bones
left for me to pick.
Tax papers, receipts, love letters
riddled with post card moments.
I travel the path to find
treasures of yesterday tossed
in a plastic contractors black bag.

Heavy with weight of a paper trailed life,
pieces of Denise now wait for Tuesday,
when ignorant garbage men
dispose of the forgotten tears of
this life.

this oem is powerful, moving and touching
it reflects what we all go through when a time in our life's come to
clean out the addict and lighten out pasts load...a very very good topic and an even better, masterfully written by the poet goddess of lit.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

my trash poem...and not my trailer park trash poem either <grin>

silver slut
by My Erotic Tail ©

silvery slut

wide open

cup
runneth over

waste laced
on the corner

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

metalica coma

trashy basket case

sunglasses bottle o booze

yesterday's meal ticket

waiting waiting waiting

to be picked up!

 

[Jennifer C]

my trash poem...and not my trailer park trash poem either <grin>

silver slut
by My Erotic Tail ©

silvery slut

wide open

cup
runneth over

waste laced
on the corner

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

metalica coma

trashy basket case

sunglasses bottle o booze

yesterday's meal ticket

waiting waiting waiting

to be picked up!

Oh Art I love this cracking title, flows well

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

Love those lines

Teach us some more Hun

Keep me gushing

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Oh Art I love this cracking title, flows well

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

Love those lines

Teach us some more Hun

Keep me gushing

thanks JC I actually wrote that about a trash can and it in no way stands as tall as Du's trash poem <grin> but I noticed when the comments come they made mention about the girl or something so I PM 'him' and asked "you know what that poem was about?" they said "A Girl? Slut?" well I love it cause it is my guess what I am poem and not every one gets it and it reminds me, why play with a readers mind like that <laughing> so I tey to clear of my menaings..thanks JC

 

[Jennifer C]

thanks JC I actually wrote that about a trash can and it in no way stands as tall as Du's trash poem <grin> but I noticed when the comments come they made mention about the girl or something so I PM 'him' and asked "you know what that poem was about?" they said "A Girl? Slut?" well I love it cause it is my guess what I am poem and not every one gets it and it reminds me, why play with a readers mind like that <laughing> so I tey to clear of my menaings..thanks JC

Always a pleasure hun

Love ya work

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Always a pleasure hun

Love ya work

what did you think about the poem...silver slut?

 

[My Erotic Tale]

heel and toe
the way I go
right then left
pace is set

looking forward
walking to tomorrow

takes another step

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Zmp ~ swept away

To cross the river's width
is like life's descent
caught in the current
of the moment
grasping for air.

A wind lightly blows
and change is imposed
like a leaf swept away
no more it lay
it's in the breeze's care

A drop of water is a soul
melting into the unknown
an endless sea
of thoughtless dreams
existance in truth now bare

Like the day love's found
the heart song's sound
dreams were clay
reality's a wheel away
swept away in feelings shared

 

[RhymeFairy]

Swept Away ~ Thanks Art ~ *Smiles*

small daisy dew drops
falling ... keep falling
taking flight
... flew, down

down ...

buttercup beauties,
bounce ... topple over
swept away, wind
... blown, away

away ...

swept away,
this heart of mine.
now, is thine. given
freely ... now it flies,

flies ....

~~~

 

[Jennifer C]

Your poetry always sweeps me away hun

I love how your mind works and talent and ability always shines through in your work.

It's a delight to read and inspirational to learn from.

See there I go gushing again

 

[RhymeFairy]

Your poetry always sweeps me away hun

I love how your mind works and talent and ability always shines through in your work.

It's a delight to read and inspirational to learn from.

See there I go gushing again

Gusssshhhhhhhh Away~



Thanks Jenn. I too can see a difference.
My mind does not work, it took a permanent
vacation about a year ago ... Grins*

Just like to play with words,
ya know ... like a cat with tha yarn ball ~

Meowww ~ lmao

 

[Jennifer C]

Your poetry always sweeps me away hun

I love how your mind works and talent and ability always shines through in your work.

It's a delight to read and inspirational to learn from.

See there I go gushing again

Love your work Art ~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

small daisy dew drops
falling ... keep falling
taking flight
... flew, down

down ...

buttercup beauties,
bounce ... topple over
swept away, wind
... blown, away

away ...

swept away,
this heart of mine.
now, is thine. given
freely ... now it flies,

flies ....

~~~

I like RF...thank you

 

[My Erotic Tale]

searching for that peace within me
that piece that partakes in patience and understanding

 

[Du Lac]

searching for that peace within me
that piece that partakes in patience and understanding

Empty the mind and blow dust from the corners
quiet seeps within the gray moments of truth
be the patient and understanding floats
in nothingness

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Zmp ~ swept away

To cross the river's width
is like life's descent
caught in the current
of the moment
grasping for our last breath.

A wind lightly blows
and change is imposed
like a leaf swept away
no more it lay
away in the breeze it goes

A drop of water is a soul
melting into the unknown
an endless sea
of thoughtless dreams
existance is a life that flows

Like the day love's found
the heart song's sound
dreams are clay
reality's a wheel away
till swept away in buried ground

 

[Jennifer C]

With thy perfect intelligence and compassion
Which are beyond all limit,
Thou comprehends the egolessness of things and persons,
And, art free and clear from the hindrances of passion and egoism.
Thou do not vanish into Nirvana,
Nor does Nirvana abide in thee,
For Nirvana transcends all duality of knowing and known,
Of being and non-being.
Those who see thee thus,
Serene and beyond conceptions,
Will be emancipated from attachment,
Will be cleansed of all defilement,
Both in this world and in the spiritual world beyond.
In this world, whose nature is like a dream,
there is a place for praise and blame;
But, in the ultimate Reality of the Dharmakaya,
Which is far beyond the senses and the discriminating mind,
What is there to praise?
O Thou Most Wise!

- Lankavatara Sutra
The Gnostic Society

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Zmp ~ swept away

To cross the river's width
is like life's descent
caught in the current
of the moment
grasping for our last breath.

A wind lightly blows
and change is imposed
like a leaf swept away
no more it lay
away in the breeze it goes

A drop of water is a soul
melting into the unknown
an endless sea
of thoughtless dreams
existance is a life that flows

Like the day love's found
the heart song's sound
dreams are clay
reality's a wheel away
till swept away in buried ground

Life flows, nothing but water
Look

rock
dirt
leaves
snow
ice
blood
air

water trapped inside
gives everything flow

to fight this is to cross the river
fight the currant and
drown.

I choose to swim.


Naked

 

[My Erotic Tale]

hello Sabina,
long time no see...love this little write

by Sabina
Life flows, nothing but water
Look

rock
dirt
leaves
snow
ice
blood
air

water trapped inside
gives everything flow

to fight this is to cross the river
fight the currant and
drown.

I choose to swim.


Naked

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

thanks Art, good to be back...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP ~ the growing

I watched the tree
outside my door
climb to the heavens
in seven years or more

I walk along
the grass in the lawn
freshly cut but
regrows in ten dawns


I have watched
so many things grow
I know
I know
I am getting old.

You can't take a plant
raised in the shade
expose it to sunlight
and expect it not to fade

or to place a plant
into the shower
and expect it to grow
like a sunflower

I know, what does not grow ...
I know
I know
cause it's helped me grow old.

I know the dangers
of handling a rose
that which may prick
with thorns fully exposed

I have watched
souls sprout and grow
nutured their years
as they unfold

I know souls will grow
I know
I know​

I was once young and bold

 

[My Erotic Tale]

zmp ~ falling leafs

another leaf fell today
slowly descended
to the ground it lay

so many fell yesterday
with the wind
leaves are taken away

tomorrow will sprout
new buds to leaf
keeping the tree filled out

more leafs will leave
and more will grow
as I watch a falling leaf

 

[RhymeFairy]

searching for that peace within me
that piece that partakes in patience and understanding

peace from within, so hard to find
life tipsy turns, on a dime.
dig ... real deep, feel the emotion
grab what's left ... shine your light

ticking tock, of time's timeless clock
springing forth, only to fall back
seconds become moments,
wasted, and tarnished
as time captures, all we hold dear

no time left, for the meek, and silent
someone must ... take a stand
leaning to fight, single seconds by day
at night, lay ... ceaselessly crying

alone ... shattered, as time marches on
outside my door, like many times before
knowing I must ... reach inside,
for my courage, I must find
to fight the fight, of wasted time
time will rob me, no more​