rosschandler Posted April 26, 2011 Share Posted April 26, 2011 In a forest by a this pond Far so far away By the early rising Dawn I heard a cricket say, “Dust to dust and nothing more, Less you be the wind! Dust to dust, forevermore Must there be no end!” On and on this cricket cried Far so far away By the pond where nothing died And everything did pray “Dust to dust that is the Law The Law of Love and Light, Dust to dust, to be but All And All to be so bright!” On and on the cricket chirped Silence filled the air Nothingness now did lurk Searching for Despair “I am the Wind,” a willow said, “Weeping by the Pond! I am the Wind, my friend, instead To me the Dust belongs!” “Well, indeed, do be the breeze,” Replied the cricket, “Fine!” “Blow upon our soulful seas, Making waves divine!” Now a firefly flew over To join the conversation, “Are you talking of Jehovah?” He cried with great elation “If you are do let me listen,” The firefly did ask, “No brighter Star than His does glisten, In whose light we bask!” “Well, indeed, we speak of Bliss,” The willow then did say, “And we speak of Emptiness, Beyond the Dawn of Day!” “Everything is Everything,” Said the little cricket, “Dust to Dust is what we sing, Jehovah be our witness!” “He is the Light burning bright,” Rejoiced the firefly, “In the deepest dark of Night, In the starry sky!” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted April 29, 2011 Share Posted April 29, 2011 nicely done ross Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 29, 2011 Share Posted April 29, 2011 This calls to mind Keats' "On the Grasshopper and the Cricket." Though his is a bit simplistic next to yours, both are in the same poetic spirit. Tony :) Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rea Posted May 3, 2011 Share Posted May 3, 2011 In a forest by a this pond Far so far away By the early rising Dawn I heard a cricket say, "Dust to dust and nothing more, Less you be the wind! Dust to dust, forevermore Must there be no end!" On and on this cricket cried Far so far away By the pond where nothing died And everything did pray "Dust to dust that is the Law The Law of Love and Light, Dust to dust, to be but All And All to be so bright!" On and on the cricket chirped Silence filled the air Nothingness now did lurk Searching for Despair "I am the Wind," a willow said, "Weeping by the Pond! I am the Wind, my friend, instead To me the Dust belongs!" "Well, indeed, do be the breeze," Replied the cricket, "Fine!" "Blow upon our soulful seas, Making waves divine!" Now a firefly flew over To join the conversation, "Are you talking of Jehovah?" He cried with great elation "If you are do let me listen," The firefly did ask, "No brighter Star than His does glisten, In whose light we bask!" "Well, indeed, we speak of Bliss," The willow then did say, "And we speak of Emptiness, Beyond the Dawn of Day!" "Everything is Everything," Said the little cricket, "Dust to Dust is what we sing, Jehovah be our witness!" "He is the Light burning bright," Rejoiced the firefly, "In the deepest dark of Night, In the starry sky!" Hello Ross I loved reading this, beautiful tale, more like a song, nice rhythm and flow with a gentle melodious ring Best wishes Rea Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 15, 2011 Share Posted May 15, 2011 Hi Ross, The poem lived up to its great title. A melodic piece. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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