text of poem follows:
copyright (c) 2002 Londis Carpenter
I write so you'll remember
That the Wizard of Oz and the Wizard of Ur
Are the same
And I am
The Man with the Hammer
You called Thor.
I write so you'll remember
Walking with me
Throughthe garden
Hand in hand
The walls of earth are littered
With the ruins of fallen stars
And runes of men.
The Circles of Grain
And Wheels of Sky are real.
And Moses cloud
Has now become Ezekiel's wheel.
Two million gods and twenty thousand sects;
And looking into space I see my face
And God and I are one.
And You are there too!
And what I am I know you also are.
I write so you'll remember
That the world was one time saner
That the Beast must die and
Man become again
His cosmic planner.
I write so you'll remember
What Tod Morgan said to me,
"Go to the heart of danger
Find safety and be free."
I write so you'll remember that
There never was a day
You didn't have all that it took
To help you find the way.
I write so you'll remember
What is written in your head
So I won't need to say again
What Ive already said
I write so you'll remember
Whats already in your heart.
There's nothing you can't know
Because the whole is in the part.
I write so you'll remember
All that happens now
Has happened once before.
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Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 16, 2005
"The walls of earth are littered
With the ruins of fallen stars..."
My god, Lonny... it feels slightly ridiculous to post a quote from this entirely quotable work! Those lines are poetic magic, 'tis true... this whole piece is.
I cannot, in solemn truth, remember being pleasantly punched in the gut by a poem... I'm keeping it... it will remind me that great works of art are worth striving for. Not one word here is enough... you'd have to slip into my head to know how magnificent I think this is. Sigh... Damn great, I'd say! katy xox
Greetings and Smiles in the Presence of The Father Poet.
I formally request Your permission to address
Your Sublimity this blissful day of our Father Poet to
inform Your Sublime Grace that the eye of my "I" has
scanned "Why I Write", and that I am richer today
because I have learned from it.
Nordette, thanks so much for your comment and most of all for all the help. I would not have gotten this far without your help. I never know if the computer problems I have are from the machine itself or the nut on the keyboard, but it usually proves out to be the latter. LOL. If I can keep things running smoothly, I will definitely do more recitation...I have poems justmaching to be read aloud. hugs. Thanks to all my other supporters also I love and appreciate all of you.
Londis, your recitation is excellent. So moving. You must do more of these. You have a wonderful voice and compelling reading style. The poem is beautiful too. I see you've taken down "Pretty Past-Time." I'm glad you've got everything working now!
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
With the ruins of fallen stars..."
My god, Lonny... it feels slightly ridiculous to post a quote from this entirely quotable work! Those lines are poetic magic, 'tis true... this whole piece is.
I cannot, in solemn truth, remember being pleasantly punched in the gut by a poem... I'm keeping it... it will remind me that great works of art are worth striving for. Not one word here is enough... you'd have to slip into my head to know how magnificent I think this is. Sigh... Damn great, I'd say! katy xox
I once asked a wise man if he thought fiction was real, he replied all that is thought is reality...
What you write of is memories, previous realities, previous we's...
Do you think Mankind will be happy with his 'rocket ride'? Once he/she starts its journey?
Adam Duritz comforts me with his voice as I contemplate 'coming closer' to God.
As always,
a student,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Love Tinka
His Sublime Grace Poet Londis Carpenter
General Altar of The Basilica of The Poets
Number One - Wings of Imagination Circle
Land of Dreams and Revelation.
Greetings and Smiles in the Presence of The Father Poet.
I formally request Your permission to address
Your Sublimity this blissful day of our Father Poet to
inform Your Sublime Grace that the eye of my "I" has
scanned "Why I Write", and that I am richer today
because I have learned from it.
In gartitude and reverent admiration, always.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
~~~Nordette
and heeding! Superb write! Thanks for sharing!
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend (and fellow writer/author!), karen lynn in texas. :D
Exceptional reasons! :) Well done! The same reasons I write. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)