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    Originally posted by SCI-Nurse View Post
    Unfortunately Raven died several years ago.

    I hope she is doing okay
    Gary Is = L-1 Para for 34 years.....................


      gone, but not forgotten. i miss you, raven. i wonder if your son ever comes here any more.


        I miss Raven...she was a wonderful and loving woman, and a wonderful poet!


          The poetry in this thread is very depressing. I am a glass half full person and look for the greatness and beauty life offers us on a minute-to-minute basis.

          Rick Shaw
          You C.A.N.
          Conquer Adversity Now


            Originally posted by wazabiker View Post
            The poetry in this thread is very depressing. I am a glass half full person and look for the greatness and beauty life offers us on a minute-to-minute basis.

            Rick Shaw
            So why don't you contribute something more positive?

            The SCI-Nurses are advanced practice nurses specializing in SCI/D care. They are available to answer questions, provide education, and make suggestions which you should always discuss with your physician/primary health care provider before implementing. Medical diagnosis is not provided, nor do the SCI-Nurses provide nursing or medical care through their responses on the CareCure forums.


              response to wazabiker;

              I don't consider myself a poet, I do like writing though, sort of journal keeping about what's happening around and in me on a minute-to-minute basis; Life is hard, difficult and a struggle even on my good days. I can't help wanting to put what I'm going through in writing for proof of it's existence.

              Allow me to post some writing that isn't depressing, it my not qualify for publication but I can post it here.

              This was written recently recalling some time in my life when I was a walking running hiking snowshoeing dancing man.

              MIND THOUGHTS

              long before I had a chance to grasp
              or even get a glimpse of or fathom
              any meaning to of what they were telling me
              they passed on with the previous second

              they won’t come around soon if ever
              those thoughts that were perfect expressions
              to write down and hold long enough
              to know them know them well enough
              to put them in writing
              with an acceptable structure
              put together by me
              no vocabulary training
              or understanding of as yet

              new ones come though
              I am ready for them
              and have them slow down
              often times they dance and play with me
              confounding me
              gently guiding me to look deeper
              look elsewhere slipping through
              cracks along dark crevices
              out to sun bright paper avenues
              opening onto colors of tans faded yellows
              blacks desert canyon reds under
              a round red orange sun overhead
              while hiking up the trail to a
              small out cropping on the cliff

              settling down on my blanket
              overlooking hundreds of square miles
              of what were once vast lakes
              The Great Basin of Eastern Oregon
              time passes and the night appears quickly
              bringing a mist dissipating under low lying clouds
              to just above my head
              while I experience maybe forty miles away
              intense lightening cracking and spitting
              from different directions clashing fiercely
              miles wide and hours long thunder rumbling
              over the flat desert so loud my mind shuts down
              and my bones vibrate

              all this energy being absorbed
              into any peoples bodies
              experiencing earths dance with itself
              brings us deeper into the raw
              chaotic source of an entrance
              into this what is called life
              completely outside of ones self

              the thoughts keep rolling in
              like a gentle tide lapping between
              the in the out the in-between
              thought and no thought
              that continue their comings and goings
              and become part of this color-scape
              of my networking mind the greens of nature
              blue skies birds white clouds
              the myriad colors of flowers
              Indian Paintbrush bees fish
              bring colors all manifestations of my mind
              they are colors just the same

              no mind though
              brings nothing but
              an indescribable immersion
              that can only be expressed
              as the bottom fell out of my foundation
              I am falling in place going nowhere

              the words continue coming this night
              from somewhere I am not certain
              or nowhere perhaps
              are they even there not really
              my mind conjures them real
              I write them down thinking of course
              of how they look lined up as I have
              yet new ones slip in and alter the layout

              do welcome the late comers
              as they bring new ideas and a freshness
              to what was getting stale and a newness
              so unexpected so uplifting
              "how can this be?" says some old
              way of thought another ‘ages’ rules

              free of that I enter a new way
              a new way of being with myself
              my awareness aware of ‘I’
              all this unfamiliar energy
              allows the old way to dissolve
              and open new avenues and new paths
              where eventually words form lines
              into a work a piece a shape a structure
              telling showing gliding along the pathway
              to those thoughts that were
              perfect expressions
              to write down and hold long enough
              to know them know them well enough
              to put them in writing and here they are
              the original perfect expressions
              forgotten changed altered intentions lost

              but the feelings sensations
              the with-ness so open so fresh
              so unexpected so welcomed and
              as suddenly and unlikely as they appeared
              they fly alway with the breeze this brings
              and here I am left with the remnants
              color swatches golds tans reds ochres
              my self colored bathed saturated warmed
              by this way of using words on lines
              using these words that keep arriving
              through this night and placing them
              in this what could be described
              as structured intentionally by me
              yet I know it as a free form dance
              or like swimming up a river
              or riding behind the crest of a wave
              or being bathed under a fifty foot waterfall
              surrounded by giant ferns moss
              exposed roots of fir trees
              then hiking down for an hour
              ah the Blue Herons on one leg
              on the S shaped curve on the gravel bar
              the MacKenzie River

              I left the old no regrets the new was so right
              the sensations no words can speak of
              maybe like a rebirth although
              what I saw then what I see now
              no words no thoughts can describe
              I am appreciative blessed and thankful
              for those years and time
              never knew how much until decades later
              I did know something thinking
              the something I knew thinking
              was the illusion mind creates

              all this and other blessings
              over the following years
              so over whelming so mind altering
              so welcomed some were so at home
              settled in place with family there was the time
              for family in Oregon that was good for us all
              for that it has held through the distances
              it holds through long time and space

              Gary Is = L-1 Para for 34 years.....................


                3 Haiku



                Leaves dart like swallows
                along autumn's chill stiff breeze.
                Winter waits its time.


                Cherry blossoms dare
                the late winter's fury.
                Time is just a dream.


                Night's darkness holds sway.
                Love blossoms before the dawn
                in her lover's heart.

                Before anyone gets testy about kejiri, Basho often deviated and did not use them though they are incorporated in some above. Also one has a choice to follow Nihongo or English as the source, I chose English. Finally in the interest of space they are not vertical , but in the second somewhat acceptable form, especially for Gaijin. There are customary indents as the Haiku progresses that our board kills (Kiru)

                I can deconstruct the double layered metaphors common to the Japanese interpretations of some of the key elements but will leave them as is for now. Part of my classical martial art training included.Fighting, Poetry, Tea, Sumi, crap forget the 5th. I only add this as my last posting of Haiku was shredded by Haiku Cognoscenti who eyes were open but did not see.

                Raven I miss you.

                Written for a very special friend


                Last edited by ketamine kitty; 28 Oct 2014, 5:02 PM. Reason: formatting error cannot be corrected


                  What happened to Raven, what did she pass from?


                    See this THREAD.
                    Originally posted by Tim C. View Post
                    What happened to Raven, what did she pass from?
                    The test of success is not what you do when you are on top. Success is how high you bounce when you hit the bottom
                    --General George Patton

                    Complex problems need to be solved collectively.
                    ––Paul Nussbaum


                      Not many of us are posting poems, maybe we think that we stink at writing and don't want to be embarrassed?

                      Just do it like I'm going to do now. We need more poetry!

                      Mechanic of My Life

                      keep the motor running
                      keep the joints loose &
                      keep them coming

                      keep the chatter down
                      keep the matter meaningfull-less
                      keep them in tune

                      keep the questions to a minimum
                      keep the answers up front
                      keep them covered

                      keep the balls rolling
                      keep the faith
                      keep them well lubed

                      keep the wheels turning
                      keep the treads deep
                      keep them aligned

                      keep what you know
                      keep what you don't
                      keep them together

                      All as One Thing Always
                      Words the Threads holding
                      The Tool Box handy
                      Gary Is = L-1 Para for 34 years.....................