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Post by AquarianM on Sept 30, 2018 21:58:32 GMT -6
Nostalgic...
There is something about this poetry board,
A feeling,
A look,
An essence.
As close as I can come to holding paper and turning pages,
When there is really glass and plastic in my hand,
Glowing.
It almost seems the older posts might yellow with age.
This is a good thing,
In its way a glorious achievment.
I only hope the place keeps its soul.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 09/30/2018
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 1, 2018 6:38:39 GMT -6
This is a very nice poem, Dan; it is good you feel wonderful nostalgia vibes here too and ... I have no doubt its soul shall remain glowing no matter the time that passes.
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Post by simpledip on Oct 1, 2018 6:52:47 GMT -6
A feeling,
A look,
An essence .....
Dan,
I have found that and more here .... Bows deeply.
I am a farmer living far away from the maddening city of Kathmandu.
To me, this place is like a Chaikhana ( Tea Shop) which you will find on the trek routes of Nepal.
Chaikhana is a place where strangers are welcome to share their thoughts, hopes and despairs.
Come be with me in The Chaikhana ( Tea shop) and let us bring our individual experience of expectations from life and at times share our frustrations of how Time slips by.
Over the centuries mystics & poets have shared a lot of their thinking about Life. As a student in a foreign country one evening I was startled to hear someone quote Omar Khayyam to a small group of friends in a Pub.
Being an Asian and one that came from the mountains of the Himalayas, mysticism was nothing new.
I search for the tales from people to quietly seek the meaning of my life.
Here is a table with a few chairs overlooking the mountains I love.
Come and spend sometime here.
Namaste.- Dip
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Post by simpledip on Oct 1, 2018 7:27:32 GMT -6
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Post by simpledip on Oct 1, 2018 7:30:22 GMT -6
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 1, 2018 8:21:52 GMT -6
This is a very nice poem, Dan; it is good you feel wonderful nostalgia vibes here too and ... I have no doubt its soul shall remain glowing no matter the time that passes. Rick, thank you. This board has an excellent retro vibe to the design. It's artistic and peaceful instead of full of distracting blinking bling. Hmmm. I think I just came up with the title of a great YouTube rant... Dan |
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 1, 2018 8:27:34 GMT -6
A feeling, A look, An essence ..... Dan, I have found that and more here .... Bows deeply. I am a farmer living far away from the maddening city of Kathmandu. To me, this place is like a Chaikhana ( Tea Shop) which you will find on the trek routes of Nepal. Chaikhana is a place where strangers are welcome to share their thoughts, hopes and despairs. Come be with me in The Chaikhana ( Tea shop) and let us bring our individual experience of expectations from life and at times share our frustrations of how Time slips by. Over the centuries mystics & poets have shared a lot of their thinking about Life. As a student in a foreign country one evening I was startled to hear someone quote Omar Khayyam to a small group of friends in a Pub. Being an Asian and one that came from the mountains of the Himalayas, mysticism was nothing new. I search for the tales from people to quietly seek the meaning of my life. Here is a table with a few chairs overlooking the mountains I love. Come and spend sometime here. Namaste.- Dip Dip, those tea shops sound like a great place to be. Our coffee shops here are usually about business or isolating for awhile just to recover from all the over-stimulation of our current society. American culture has been thoroughly twitterized in an odd way. I think we've sacrificed the"long form" of thinking in the race for mass quantity. Some people are starting to rebel a bit by tuning out and taking social media breaks. I wonder how far that pendulum might swing. Dan |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 1, 2018 12:34:49 GMT -6
Thank you, Dan, for a poem that touches my heart and gives me an awesome feeling of success with my Dream Castle.
And yes, Dan, a soul that we intend to keep. If on paper, many of our old posts would already be yellow with age. That is how we like it. I find the old things are worth keeping and never intended to be replaced by the new. I want every artist to trust that his or her own work is safe here and will be treasured for as long as I live and remain the Keeper of the Castle.
Thank you, Rick, for helping to keep the soul of the Castle glowing. You do such an excellent job at that.
Dip, thank you for your invitation to sit at your table and share your life. You are an exceptional poet with a beautiful outlook on life.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 1, 2018 12:48:32 GMT -6
For you, Dip.  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2018 2:25:54 GMT -6
I just got here but it's good to be back in touch with all of you.
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Post by augustsky on Oct 19, 2018 22:26:18 GMT -6
Good to see you Dan, I felt good vibes about the place myself,
wonderful thoughts here.
Sky~
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 20, 2018 0:18:56 GMT -6
Sky, good to see you here too! Thank you - It's a happy place.
Dan
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