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HIDDEN TREASURES - The Sequel to LOOKING GLASS
LOOKING GLASS was an exploration of the self, an anthology of poems exploring the world through the eyes and voices of many individuals who seek to discover the world (s) within themselves, the world that surrounds them, and the countless worlds within this world. It was an ambitious effort to unite the minds and voices behind pure poetry, to provide a universe of shifting viewpoints and enormous depth.
Now, following that effort, comes HIDDEN TREASURES, an anthology of poetry matching the sa ... more »
Now, following that effort, comes HIDDEN TREASURES, an anthology of poetry matching the sa ... more »
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All is fare in Life and love as It is in death and war
It is what it is nothing less nothing more
Life is like an addict lusting for more.
Stumbling through darkness you try not fall
Seeking out right in the wrong of it all.
Does it feel like the best does it feel like the worst
Both freedom and containment feel like a curse.
No limit leads you to aimless action
that’s the freedom which brings destruction
Chained to commitment rules and judgment
Leaves you no room for spontaneous enjoyment.
Life is what you make it. So make it what you like it
It’s all up to you you don’t have to fight it
So give it your best , live life like a dance
you never know this might be your last chance
Seems like forever but forever wont be long
One day my dear friend your free will, be gone.
Today has been born, tomorrow yet to come
The choices you make should not leave you torn
Give to your brother your sister and your mother
And never forget your father and your lover
Live life lovely and live in love
The most powerful gift sent from above.
It is what it is nothing less nothing more
Life is like an addict lusting for more.
Stumbling through darkness you try not fall
Seeking out right in the wrong of it all.
Does it feel like the best does it feel like the worst
Both freedom and containment feel like a curse.
No limit leads you to aimless action
that’s the freedom which brings destruction
Chained to commitment rules and judgment
Leaves you no room for spontaneous enjoyment.
Life is what you make it. So make it what you like it
It’s all up to you you don’t have to fight it
So give it your best , live life like a dance
you never know this might be your last chance
Seems like forever but forever wont be long
One day my dear friend your free will, be gone.
Today has been born, tomorrow yet to come
The choices you make should not leave you torn
Give to your brother your sister and your mother
And never forget your father and your lover
Live life lovely and live in love
The most powerful gift sent from above.
publish! wonderful. good luck. please if any of you have the time check out my book in the children's book section of the vote. 'my combined children's poem book
I really hope this makes it, all of us did a very good job. Alienscribe deserves a huge thank you for starting this project.
Enjoyed contributing and also reading some of the other contributions. It's an ambitous project, reflecting contrasting views and writing styles, but it works! The best of luck on votes!
Wow! It would take more than a few rainy days to absorb all the wisdom locked in this project.
I keep scrolling and scrolling and fear that I shall never reach the end of the submissions. ;-)
I keep scrolling and scrolling and fear that I shall never reach the end of the submissions. ;-)
I love some of these . . . including "Who am I?" and "Mirrored Glass." Thought provoking, and insightful.
Good luck!
Good luck!
I have enjoyed reading the writings of my fellow contributors. I believe that poems such as these encourage meditation. Our minds need this exercise every day to stay sane in our crazy world.
Got my vote! Be sure to return the favor. I know much of you, and would like to hear from those I don't. Thank you.
I was Blessed, Honored, and Privileged to be a part of this awesome project...I'll always be grateful...Be Well, and Be Faithful/Peace
This book is so great. I love how so many great writers come together to make, in simple words, a masterpiece. So excited to see how the votes turn out.
you have my vote, I celebrate your success; thanks for giving me the opportunity to be part of it.
You are a very good writer I love your style. I voted for you please vote for my book "King Loverr: Diary of a Philosophical Loner.
Here Ye poets and poetess:
"the painter of the soul"---Disraeli, "a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds"---Shelley, "all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them"---Philip James Bailey, "literalists of the imagination"---Marianne Moore.
What wonderful craft and sullen art have you bestowed on us this time? No doubt, a job well done!
Congratulations.
-----Dan Eidson
(DanL)
"the painter of the soul"---Disraeli, "a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds"---Shelley, "all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them"---Philip James Bailey, "literalists of the imagination"---Marianne Moore.
What wonderful craft and sullen art have you bestowed on us this time? No doubt, a job well done!
Congratulations.
-----Dan Eidson
(DanL)
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What's happening with this project?Can you please message me & let me know?Thanks.
Thank you for the invite! I'm sorry I haven't gotten to it sooner, but this is the first chance I've had to get online without any interruptions ...
Thank you for an Invite. Sorry it took so long to get back to you but I was busy searching for my soul in the R.W. (real world)
Love your hole concepta nd the feel of the title as well, I am not to popular for my writings because they give all this out look of a world which right around the corner. Hope you check out some as well.
Is there a deadline for this? I've only just checked back to the site now, a month after my invite. Is it too late/when should I submit work by? :)
Actually, I didn't get an invite to join this project, but I did on Looking Glass. However, I wasn't able to get something submitted in time. May I join this project, and submit an original poem?
Hey, im new to this, I want to contribute, but I dont know how. I have written 3 poems on my page, should I share those?
Sorry I didn't get to submit anything for the Looking Glass. I didn't have time to. I hope to this time, though.
Avast ye! Sorry I missed yall on looking glass. didn't know it had been submitted already. I'm about to make a submission for this one I hope it works out. Thanks for the invite.
Thanks for the invitation. I enjoyed contributing to LOOKING GLASS and look forward to contributing to this project (when I think I have something worth contributing).
thank you for your feedback-- I like your project concept and admire your skill as a writer. Thank you
thanks for the invite i wil have my poem
soon this is a great project i think im goin like reading it
soon this is a great project i think im goin like reading it
Anxiety
Author: Spanks
Word count: 2173
Anxiety
Hank Cierski September, 2008
The word is plain, isn’t it
jittery, jumpy, nervous
nothing more to strangers.
I am not a fortunate stranger to the horrifying truth slithering within
me, threatening torture, cursed anxiety, no word more terribly destructive.
Blinkless, biteless, it paralyzes me,
or it shakes my brain into spinning
confusion, hateful agitation of memoryless knotted wrong turns
where either way I suffer silent screaming gut guzzle
panic.
Vainly I have scanned the word itself to exhume a shred of hope.
The x, ancient symbol, and here at the word’s syllabic crossroad!
Surely any stranger with common knowledge could take this hint.
Anxiety must have purpose, reasons, and a release based on one’s piety
backed by one’s will. Job will be vindicated.
Justice will out, calm reign, and all balance at the last.
No, no, no, stranger!
The unfaithful x is no succor to those seeking respite from the torment of anxiety.
Twisted cross, this misshapen martyr x cruelly promises
a pretty stained glass window tableau of blessed equanimity.
Faith here is none!
Serpent x, your smirk guzzling hope,
how easily doctrine is violated as you reverse
the old pledge of suffering’s supposed function,
“It strengthens one’s character”—“It saves one’s soul.”
Like a cobra swaying, the x has me
always in its stare, its rasping sounds disarranging my senses
until I am through and through panicked.
What I fear I know not, but I am locked in full alarm.
The damned buzzing, rasping consonant writhing against itself
…anxiety—guzzle…infernal harsh hum of the accented syllable.
The final sound of the alphabet, is there hopeful hint here?
A blessing would that the last sound signifies a near end to this pain.
But it never ends, the sound all waking rends,
the throb throws tumblers which lock me tied inside,
and fright accepts no key as chaos stabs my side.
I am the prisoner, the bearer, of hell.
Through my mind blood-red anxiety spurts and guzzles
a quenchless pool that seethes with shapes
unknown, unnerving, enfeebling my useless mass of brain.
It matters not what I fear but that I fear.
What flickers through my ravaged soul as rapidly quivering repeating
slide show tattoos of terror,
to you, stranger, would seem like unremarkable photos in a life, more or less,
and my panic proof that at the most I am a phobophobe,
Ha!
A fool who needs to stiffen his backbone and “snap out of it!”
Summon more effort and concoct a remedy!
No, again, no…remedies here are none!
Hercules could not break my chains.
My electrons sputter, my secretions convulse in patternless flux,
my chemistry executes pathetic unstoppable prostration
against which I test every possible cause,
and every possible cause fails rational explication.
Logic here is none!
Anxiety will not cease churning because I am doomed
to churn.
Mind tremors, unjustly, are not my only punishment.
Body and brain suffer anxiety’s attack.
My guts, tender tangled tunnels,
visceral inlets, outlets, twisting ductworks
squeeze out vital fluid in tiny mingled streams
drip
and roll
and settle
and sear
and blistered knots are racked so tight
I’m sure there’s blood!
For what crime am I punished?
Prometheus chose his course and so understood
cause for his bloody anguish.
I chose not, know not, have no solace.
Rest and rescue here are none!
The word is plain, isn’t it
jittery, jumpy, nervous
nothing….
Stranger, I cannot will myself out my lonely cell
where exertions to flee expire before they are begun
where Beauty, art or nature, transforms to sickly hell
where sweet emotions kneel to horror, then succumb.
A whispered thought of a pastel rainbow
Instant scream of the bloodied buzz saw
The word is plain, isn’t it
…nothing
Thank you for the invite to this (seemingly) wonderful project :) I look forward to reading it all.
I appreciate the invite! But life's been pretty hectic and sadly I haven't the time to compose a piece. I am sorry, :{
But, truely thank you. XD
But, truely thank you. XD
I appreciate the invite. i'm new and unsure of how to proceed
but i'lll give it a try. Thanks
but i'lll give it a try. Thanks
thanks for the invite, but I have to many going now as it is, get me next time.
Oh my love is heaven bound
My heart though sinks deeper with the sound
The angels I hear them sing
While my love ascends with new wings
I wish I could
but don't think I should
my love my life is gone
and took with him my heart
all that's left of me
is memories and used to be's
now years later
I remember
what used to be
and know that soon
I'll be the too
My heart though sinks deeper with the sound
The angels I hear them sing
While my love ascends with new wings
I wish I could
but don't think I should
my love my life is gone
and took with him my heart
all that's left of me
is memories and used to be's
now years later
I remember
what used to be
and know that soon
I'll be the too
Thanks for the invite, i shall do my best to delve into the world that only exists within my epidermis, that kinda holds my mind together in a mush i like to call "thought". haha,pe@ce.
Thanks for inviting me to the project. I will try to write some poems though it is not my forte! ;)
Thanks for the invite but I am working on my own project at the moment. Best of luck!
Thanks for the invite Mr! You seem to have got more than you bargained for! I am hapless hopless poet, do put me off my misery with my cringe-tastic hot air baloons conveyed as thought! Cheers though
so by you inviting me into your project does that mean that you want me to write something for you?
Okay, let me dig something up off the crumpled up papers scattered throughout my desk I call my poems. I'll edit one that fits and type it up and see if it entertains, or enlightens anyone.
i made it this time. =)....added some old some new. thanks for the invitation.
This sounds like a great project and am eager to take part!
Thanks for inviting me, I hope I can produce a poem worth your while.
-Cheers
Thanks for inviting me, I hope I can produce a poem worth your while.
-Cheers
Thanks for inviting me! I'll start getting my head put on straight and write something worth while.
thanks for the invite,,,,Just posted a poem, and hope that you like it.........
I hope the other book gets published! I've already got some new poems for this anthology.
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