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November 2009 
POEM T minus 364: Some Talk of Spirit
Posted on Nov 16th, 2007
by 
The Poetic Terrorist
The Poetic Terrorist
Some Talk of Spirit
I'd talk about my spirit,
how it glides or soars or lingers
but I think my spirit's hiding
cause I've never once seen it
I've heard it not nor smelt it
tasted not nor felt it
so I cannot truly say there's much
to talk about, you see:
a body, yes, a mind, perhaps
those alone could make up 'me'.
But really then what is all this
how do I know it's here?
It's just my senses saying so
and I assume they make it so
when all of this could rightly be
just as silly as my spirit
just as fleeting as this 'me'.
So really nothing's left to do
but grin and bear it, play along
'till the time is right, and we shall die
and hope for our place in the sky
and answers to all human doubt:
I'd like to know what all this trouble
is really all about.
I'd talk about my spirit,
how it glides or soars or lingers
but I think my spirit's hiding
cause I've never once seen it
I've heard it not nor smelt it
tasted not nor felt it
so I cannot truly say there's much
to talk about, you see:
a body, yes, a mind, perhaps
those alone could make up 'me'.
But really then what is all this
how do I know it's here?
It's just my senses saying so
and I assume they make it so
when all of this could rightly be
just as silly as my spirit
just as fleeting as this 'me'.
So really nothing's left to do
but grin and bear it, play along
'till the time is right, and we shall die
and hope for our place in the sky
and answers to all human doubt:
I'd like to know what all this trouble
is really all about.
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GOING TO HEAVEN!
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
GOING to heaven! I don't know when, Pray do not ask me how,– Indeed, I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven!– How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the shepherd's arm! Perhaps you're going too! Who knows? If you should get there first, Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost! The smallest “robe” will fit me, And just a bit of “crown”; For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home. I'm glad I don't believe it, For it would stop my breath, And I'd like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground.Absolutely awesome, Doug! Thanks for making an appearance with that. I love Emily Dickinson (although her poetry isn't always my style) the woman herself has a beautiful mind. Glad to know you're watching my poetry project :D
I'm so looking forward to your poetry project during this leap year! Since they are already in your pile of completed works, this will be an easy project and one that will delight me throughout the year! Thanks for sharing it with us all. Keep Writing! It will refresh and replinish you…and exhaust and frustrate…being creative is work.
A richly painted picture of emptiness … thanks.