Poetry and Massage

Meet and greet, discuss non-bodywork topics, and make new friends in the world of bodywork. A place to "let your hair down"!

Moderator: maestra

Poetry and Massage

Postby MassageAlumni.com on Wed May 27, 2009 7:15 am

Here lately I have been enjoying some poetry. For some reason I have been drawn to poetry. I think I may be looking for a creative outlet. I have been reading some Emerson, Whittman, Frost and a few contemporary. I did go out on a limb and purchased "Poetry for Dummies" to give me an overview.

If you have and suggestions on some good poetry to read or would like to share some poems of your own I would love to enjoy.

Have a blessed day!

Rob:)
Rob West
Founder of
http://www.MassageAlumni.com -"Internet Marketing for Massage Professionals"
User avatar
MassageAlumni.com
Registered Member
 
Posts: 73
Joined: Fri Apr 18, 2008 5:28 pm
Location: Missouri

Re: Poetry and Massage

Postby kat on Mon Jun 01, 2009 12:47 am

hey there... writing come and goes for me... but a great poetry site for writing and reading it is http://www.allpoetry.com
and if you'd like to read my stuff it's under katzmeow13
take care
kat
kat
Fresh Hands
 
Posts: 18
Joined: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:43 am
Location: Hawkesbury, Ontario, Canada

Re: Poetry and Massage

Postby arthursze on Tue Jun 02, 2009 4:09 pm

One of my favorite poets is Galway Kinnell. Some others I really enjoy are Arthur Sze (my forum name), Robert Bly, Chuang Tzu, Jim Harrison, I could go on and on. A great source to find new poets is Copper Canyon Press. You can request a free catalog, and listed inside will be poetry books with a single poem selected for each author. I'd also recommend checking out the Best American Poetry series.

Mango

It opens in three: yellow-gold
as dawn
on the mudwalls of Hafez' garden,
on a seagull mewing for the light,
on the belly of a Chinese dancing girl,

austere,
smacking of turpentine,
a bit stringy, like the mortal flesh.

Under
the mango limbs
overfilled with flesh,
a few crones squat by the whitening sea,
clapping, chorusing of love.

---Galway Kinnell
arthursze
Fresh Hands
 
Posts: 6
Joined: Mon Jun 01, 2009 7:28 am

The Peace of Wild Things

Postby holley on Thu Jul 14, 2016 5:17 am

BY WENDELL BERRY

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Rilke (modified)

Postby holley on Sun Aug 14, 2016 3:32 am

"I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around mystery, around a primordial music.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I the dancer,
the dance, or the song ?"
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Mary Oliver

Postby holley on Sat Oct 15, 2016 4:27 pm

"Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads."
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Unending wealth

Postby holley on Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:13 pm

Our deepest sorrows
enrich our lives.

In time
we all become Tycoons.
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

There's the rub

Postby holley on Sun Apr 02, 2017 10:43 am

I promise you I'm not a love poet, but if I were...
I'd write about how I want to massage your back with notes
so your body can sing songs your lips don't even know the words to.

Allie Johnson
Nov 2, 2012
Untitled
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Re: Poetry and Massage

Postby holley on Fri May 26, 2017 11:07 am

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPzajev3vkE

"Tell me why it is we don’t lift our voices these days
And cry over what is happening. Have you noticed
The plans are made for Iraq and the ice cap is melting?

I say to myself: “Go on, cry. What’s the sense
Of being an adult and having no voice? Cry out!
See who will answer! This is Call and Answer!”

We will have to call especially loud to reach
Our angels, who are hard of hearing; they are hiding
In the jugs of silence filled during our wars.

Have we agreed to so many wars that we can’t
Escape from silence? If we don’t lift our voices, we allow
Others (who are ourselves) to rob the house.


How come we’ve listened to the great criers—Neruda,
Akhmatova, Thoreau, Frederick Douglass—and now
We’re silent as sparrows in the little bushes?

Some masters say our life lasts only seven days.
Where are we in the week? Is it Thursday yet ?
Hurry, cry now! Soon Sunday night will come."
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

"Jailbreak"

Postby holley on Tue May 30, 2017 5:02 am

by Maya Spector

It’s time to break out —
Jailbreak time.
Time to punch our way out of
the dark winter prison.
Lilacs are doing it
in sudden explosions of soft purple,
And the jasmine vines, and ranunculus, too.
There is no jailer powerful enough
to hold Spring contained.
Let that be a lesson.
Stop holding back the blossoming!
Quit shutting eyes and gritting teeth,
curling fingers into fists, hunching shoulders.
Lose your determination to remain unchanged.
All the forces of nature
want you to open,
Their gentle nudge carries behind it
the force of a flash flood.
Why make a cell your home
when the door is unlocked
and the garden is waiting for you?
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Could use a little mercy

Postby holley on Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:24 am

“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

The Poet With His Face In His Hands

Postby holley on Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:45 am

You want to cry aloud for your
mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn’t need anymore of that sound.

So if you’re going to do it and can’t
stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t
hold it in, at least go by yourself across

the forty fields and the forty dark inclines
of rocks and water to the place where
the falls are flinging out their white sheets

like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that
jubilation and water fun and you can
stand there, under it, and roar all you

want and nothing will be disturbed; you can
drip with despair all afternoon and still,
on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched

by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,
puffing out its spotted breast, will sing
of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.”


― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Nothing’s A Gift | Wisława Szymborska

Postby holley on Mon Jun 26, 2017 3:29 am

Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.
I’m drowning in debts up to my ears.
I’ll have to pay for myself
with my self,
give up my life for my life.

Here’s how it’s arranged:
The heart can be repossessed,
the liver, too,
and each single finger and toe.

Too late to tear up the terms,
my debts will be repaid,
and I’ll be fleeced,
or, more precisely, flayed.

I move about the planet
in a crush of other debtors.
some are saddled with the burden
of paying off their wings.
Others must, willy-nilly,
account for every leaf.

Every tissue in us lies
on the debit side.
Not a tenacle or tendril
is for keeps.

The inventory, infinitely detailed,
implies we’ll be left
not just empty-handed
but handless too.

I can’t remember
where, when, and why
I let someone open
this account in my name.

We call the protest against this
the soul.
And it’s the only item
not included on the list.
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Be Still

Postby holley on Mon Oct 02, 2017 5:49 am

"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
~ T.S. Eliot ~
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Bugged ?

Postby holley on Sat Oct 07, 2017 7:02 am

"Where solitude ends, there begins the market-place; and where the market-place begins, there begins also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies.
In the world even the best things are worthless without those who make a side-show of them: these showmen, the people call great men.
Little do the people understand what is great -- that is to say, the creator. But they have a taste for all showmen and actors of great things.
Full of clattering fools is the market-place, -- and the people glory in their great men! These are for them the masters of the hour.
Do not be jealous of those unyielding and impatient men, you lover of truth! Never yet did truth cling to the arm of the unyielding.
Slow is the experience of all deep fountains: long have they to wait until they know what has fallen into their depths.
Far away from the market-place and from fame happens all that is great: far away from the market-place and from fame have always dwelt the creators of new values.
Flee, my friend, into your solitude: I see you stung all over by the poisonous flies. Flee to where a rough, strong breeze blows!
No longer raise your arm against them! They are innumerable, and it is not your job to be a flyswatter."
--Friedrich Nietzsche
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Hungry ?

Postby holley on Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:23 pm

Love After Love
By Derek Walcott
(1930 - )

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

For Geezers

Postby holley on Tue Mar 13, 2018 4:59 am

by Wendell Berry
I know I am getting old and I say so,
but I don't think of myself as an old man.
I think of myself as a young man
with unforeseen debilities. Time is neither
young nor old, but simply new, always
counting, the only apocalypse. And the clouds
—no mere measure or geometry, no cubism,
can account for clouds or, satisfactorily, for bodies.
There is no science for this, or art either.
Even the old body is new—who has known it
before?—and no sooner new than gone, to be
replaced by a body yet older and again new.
The clouds are rarely absent from our sky
over this humid valley, and there is a sycamore
that I watch as, growing on the riverbank,
it forecloses the horizon, like the years
of an old man. And you, who are as old
almost as I am, I love as I loved you
young, except that, old, I am astonished
at such a possibility, and am duly grateful.
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Rumi

Postby holley on Sun Jun 10, 2018 1:24 pm

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jellaludin Rumi,
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Solstice

Postby holley on Thu Jun 21, 2018 4:52 am

'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI

Margaret Atwood

Postby holley on Wed Jul 11, 2018 5:54 am

"The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round."
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
holley
Registered Member
 
Posts: 1550
Joined: Tue Oct 05, 2004 10:19 pm
Location: HILO, HI


Return to Off the Table Topics

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: Google [Bot] and 3 guests