Thread: Another Carl Poem...

And has it got anything to do with Love, or can there be a little of something else in there too?!...


Mick

No, just love, Mick...

I’m Sure You’ll be OK with Your Sadness, I like this Carl quite dark and it somehow reminds me a little of Wales we have as a nation be accused of being dark the famous Welsh poet Dylan Thomas came to me while reading your poem, so I'll leave you with one of his most famous works about his Father on his death bed, do not go gentle into that good night.

A chicken’s eye looked at me today
I saw him
On the bus
As I passed
He was caged along with a million others
I saw him look at me
All the same
On a truck
Bound for the market and a boiled Asian chicken dish
I saw him look
Bound for the cosmopolitan Asian restaurant opposite the markets
His eye looked at me
I saw him
Amongst those countless others
I saw him
Crammed in their yellow plastic cages
He looked, I saw
Stuffed on to the Mack, or Kenworth
Or whatever it was
He asked
His eye looked at me
I saw him
He cried to me
And I was helpless

Do we ever stop to think that he/she chose to be a chicken. Before he/she came back they had a decision as to what to return as. And, yes, they chose to be a chicken. They could have been a fish, or a dog, or a person.
That's what free will is all about. This time your the bug, next time the windshield.

Haven't posted one of these for a while, this one needs some re-jigging but after a bottle of stout and a bottle of Merlot at this point it's done...

The light and the Dove

By Carl

When I go a certain way;
When I do a certain thing or walk a certain way.
When I look at the light
that comes over that field
And lights the cut hay
through the early morning mist
at the start of the day
I turn to my bus-travelling friend
(The one that’s left on the bus at the end of the way)
Did you see that? Do you not see? I say…
Can you see that light? Did you not even know?
What the light can do? What she can say?
What she can stir? What she can confirm you know?
That you’re a spiritual being with a heart; don’t you know?
That your body’s a vessel, a container; a thing.
But your soul, it’s like light, it sings, it sings…
Can’t you feel that light; can’t you hear the lyrics?
You know how she speaks. You know how she frolics.
She goes just like you (if you let yourself go).
And if you can know this and if you concede.
You’ll let loose yourself; and you’ll let your body go.
‘Cause your body’s a vessel, (it’s one you well love)
But it’s one you can do without; it’s the body of a dove.

Because it’s the light; it’s the soul that you love.

I was going to email you and ask if you had been on the wine after your post on the ersonal neck shave thread, but i dont need to now.
Nice, its a lot lighter than some,
That you've done,
It makes me feel light,
And bright,
On the inside.

Originally Posted by edhewitt

I was going to email you and ask if you had been on the wine after your post on the [p]ersonal neck shave thread, but i[I] don[']t need to now.
Nice, it[']s a lot lighter than some,
That you've done,
It makes me feel light,
And bright,
On the inside.

Ta. I can't even remember what I said on the neck shave thread, so that's a sure indication I need to go to bed :-)

Originally Posted by carlmaloschneider

Ta. I can't even remember what I said on the neck shave thread, so that's a sure indication I need to go to bed :-)

The fact that i am really tired and already in bed, is a sure sign that i neec to go to bed, there were some really long hmmmmmmmmmm's though.
Sleep well, in your cardy and 5 t shirts

Originally Posted by edhewitt

I was going to email you and ask if you had been on the wine after your post on the ersonal neck shave thread, but i dont need to now.
Nice, its a lot lighter than some,
That you've done,
It makes me feel light,
And bright,
And dumb, or is that numb?
On the inside.

Just my little Ed it...


Mick