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The Rhyme Thread (Lyricists and Poets)

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#181 picapau



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Posted 28 March 2019 - 10:04 AM

wow! What a collection....I've only read the first page so far. This forum is soooo cool~

here is a spoken word type thing that came through last fall as I was travelling through southern oregon:

have you ever felt in the wind
the voice of your beloved
calling you home?

a resonant echo
a familiar voice
from a childhood daydream
underneath a giving tree
as autumn leaves rain down
touching the places inside that lie empty
waiting to be filled with that golden light?

the endless invitation
engraved in stone
carved in our bones
by an unseen river
flowing with childlike laughter
toward a cosmic sea.

each of us a branch
on a tree of destiny
each others legends
reflecting and revealing
the patterns and weaves
of this great mystery
without beginning
and no end.

scared reciprocity
restoring a balance
the cosmic unity
between life and death
sea and sand
earth and sky
woman and man

the restless wind of autumn
threshing and sorting
the seeds of a future
both ancient and new
a call to belonging
a call to beginning
we are the leaves
rocking in that breeze
rising and falling
gently touching down
on the sacred

death and rebirth

one form
into the next
points of reference
on a web of living light
stretching out endlessly
scattering the seeds
of destiny.

i see many rivers
many voices merging
a new life unfolding
a new world emerging.
worry not for the purging
the burning away of this cold dark night
trust in the alchemy of this wind
as it guides us each as so much dust
and reunites us in the light.

Edited by picapau, 28 March 2019 - 10:17 AM.

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#182 picapau



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Posted 28 March 2019 - 10:20 AM

and another little blurb about the nature of a spoken word....because i'm a little late to the party:

the words are just points...
in a constellation of thoughtful
each word makes it's
leaving space for a picture of feels
to flow

no need to describe
just source the impulse
the heart
the mind
like two vines

let the imagination
of the witness
to this blissful alchemy
paint the landscape
of it's endless unfolding~

Edited by picapau, 28 March 2019 - 10:22 AM.

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#183 Dimitri2teachme



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Posted 27 April 2019 - 12:48 AM

Well im no lyricist, or poet, but I write things. I don't know how to properly format poems or songs but I keep writi g them anyway I have notebooks full haha! Anyway I wanted to post this. It saved my life.

The wind blows,
As cold as it gets, a new weight i've not known.
I wear it, a shroud, from my head to my toes
My emotion, displays, just simply a show.
Myself just a shell, not quite a home...
My ego explodes
I grip it, too hard to let go
But tonight it was simply disposed
At the flick of a finger, my eyes are closed
my mind and my body soon will transpose.......................

When I open my eyes and I start to see,
I realize that I am so lucky to be,
Alive, and to smell, and to live, and to breathe...
Something I don't know how I couldn't see.
hopefully this will soon represent me...

Thank you DMT
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Posted 01 July 2019 - 07:05 PM

I write silly little rhymes from time to time. In an attempt to write a "foraging poem" I ended up with more of a rap:


I dash into the woods
With my basket in my hand
I'm hunting for the goods
Yes, I'm living off the land
Mushrooms, herbs, and flowers
Oh, how bountiful they are
I hike for many hours
And I travel very far
Reishi, chaga, turkey tails
Medicinal as fuck
Dirt under my fingernails
I'm having such good luck
Mullein, yarrow, goldenrod
Red clover and sumac
I'm filled with so much joy
That I don't want to turn back
Lobster mushrooms fill my cart
Not room for too much more
Foraging, it fills my heart
Oh, what a fucking score!
My basket's getting heavy
And I've covered lots of ground
I head back to the Chevy
With the bounty that I've found
Another day rewarded
With wild medicine and food
And home they will be sorted
And my home will smell damn good!

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